1870-1920 Era War: A Twist (IC)

[The Traansval]

Agent Carmichael: God damn those assholes! Telegram back that they must stop shooting! and Telegram the Arengin fleet, send them a SOS and our location now!

From: Boer Merchant Ship, Martrys Sea

To: Arengin Fleet

SOS, BOER MERCHANTS SHIPS BEING FIRED ON BY NCSU SHIPS, NEED HELP SENDING COORDINATES

(Coordinates here)

SOS

END MESSAGE

The 9th fleet was doing its usual routine patrol, 12 destroyers, 5 battleships ironclads and 8 interceptor vessels. It seemed to be a sunny calm day, the seagulls doing their usual sounds and whales showing their tails. Suddenly an urgent telegram was received.

Admiral Rulof was given the telegram, he saw it and quickly set the fleet on high alert. "Set course to the coordinates. The sailors began to set course and in each ship battle positions were activated." The fleet began to set course fast to the coordinates, close to the NCSU coast.

Agent Carmichael: STOP YOU BARBARIAN COMMUNISTS! I DEMAND YOU STOP AT ONCE!

NCSU Sharpshooter: Or what!

Agent Carmichael: Or i-

Carmichael was cut off my the sound of the Arengin Fleet approaching the area

Agent Carmichael: Or I'l tell them to fire!

[New Communist and Socialist Unions]

The 9th fleet was doing its usual routine patrol, 12 destroyers, 5 battleships ironclads and 8 interceptor vessels. It seemed to be a sunny calm day, the seagulls doing their usual sounds and whales showing their tails. Suddenly an urgent telegram was received.

Admiral Rulof was given the telegram, he saw it and quickly set the fleet on high alert. "Set course to the coordinates. The sailors began to set course and in each ship battle positions were activated." The fleet began to set course fast to the coordinates, close to the NCSU coast.

Agent Carmichael: STOP YOU BARBARIAN COMMUNISTS! I DEMAND YOU STOP AT ONCE!

NCSU Sharpshooter: Or what!

Agent Carmichael: Or i-

Carmichael was cut off my the sound of the Arengin Fleet approaching the area

Agent Carmichael: Or I'l tell them to fire!

NCSU Sharpshooter: Oh really?

*A pattern of horn blasts occurr."

NCSU Sharpshooter: Say hello to my friends! *points at arriving fleet reinforcements.*

[The Traansval]

Agent Carmichael: STOP YOU BARBARIAN COMMUNISTS! I DEMAND YOU STOP AT ONCE!

NCSU Sharpshooter: Or what!

Agent Carmichael: Or i-

Carmichael was cut off my the sound of the Arengin Fleet approaching the area

Agent Carmichael: Or I'l tell them to fire!

NCSU Sharpshooter: Oh really?

*A pattern of horn blasts occurr."

NCSU Sharpshooter: Say hello to my friends! *points at arriving fleet reinforcements.*

Agent Carmichael: Listen! Do we really want to start a entire war over this? Do you really want you friends to die? I mean sure, alot will live, but even if you win some will die! Just let us go!

[Arengin Union]

The 9th fleet was doing its usual routine patrol, 12 destroyers, 5 battleships ironclads and 8 interceptor vessels. It seemed to be a sunny calm day, the seagulls doing their usual sounds and whales showing their tails. Suddenly an urgent telegram was received.

Admiral Rulof was given the telegram, he saw it and quickly set the fleet on high alert. "Set course to the coordinates. The sailors began to set course and in each ship battle positions were activated." The fleet began to set course fast to the coordinates, close to the NCSU coast.

Agent Carmichael: STOP YOU BARBARIAN COMMUNISTS! I DEMAND YOU STOP AT ONCE!

NCSU Sharpshooter: Or what!

Agent Carmichael: Or i-

Carmichael was cut off my the sound of the Arengin Fleet approaching the area

Agent Carmichael: Or I'l tell them to fire!

The 5 battleships and other ships stopped right in front of the confrontation between the smaller vessels. Sailors began to set their batteries to aim at the NCSU ships. Sailors aiming rifles at the communist boats. Then a loud voice yelled.

"These boats are protected by Arenginian navy, since they wave the Arenginian flag and have Arenginian people in it." A commanding voice said.

Sailors began throwing an Arengin flag to the Boer people and some sailors also began jumping on to the Boer ships.

[New Communist and Socialist Unions]

NCSU Sharpshooter: Oh really?

*A pattern of horn blasts occurr."

NCSU Sharpshooter: Say hello to my friends! *points at arriving fleet reinforcements.*

Agent Carmichael: Listen! Do we really want to start a entire war over this? Do you really want you friends to die? I mean sure, alot will live, but even if you win some will die! Just let us go!

All of a sudden, the sharpshooter who had a burlap sack mask on revealed himself.

Emperor Ralts: How can I know you won't recruit my citizens? And won't declare war on us after that fiasco?

[The Traansval]

Agent Carmichael: STOP YOU BARBARIAN COMMUNISTS! I DEMAND YOU STOP AT ONCE!

NCSU Sharpshooter: Or what!

Agent Carmichael: Or i-

Carmichael was cut off my the sound of the Arengin Fleet approaching the area

Agent Carmichael: Or I'l tell them to fire!

The 5 battleships and other ships stopped right in front of the confrontation between the smaller vessels. Sailors began to set their batteries to aim at the NCSU ships. Sailors aiming rifles at the communist boats. Then a loud voice yelled.

"These boats are protected by Arenginian navy, since they wave the Arenginian flag and have Arenginian people in it." A commanding voice said.

Sailors began throwing an Arengin flag to the Boer people and some sailors also began jumping on to the Boer ships.

The Arengin Refugees who were on the ship rejoiced at their country men protecting them

[The Traansval]

Agent Carmichael: Listen! Do we really want to start a entire war over this? Do you really want you friends to die? I mean sure, alot will live, but even if you win some will die! Just let us go!

All of a sudden, the sharpshooter who had a burlap sack mask on revealed himself.

Emperor Ralts: How can I know you won't recruit my citizens? And won't declare war on us after that fiasco?

Agent Carmichael: Well because we would have to cross a entire contient to get to you. Plus, in terms of military the only people here who are able bodied and willing to join would barely make up half a division (5,000). We've already got twice that on the Border. These people pose no threat to you, let us go!

[New Communist and Socialist Unions]

All of a sudden, the sharpshooter who had a burlap sack mask on revealed himself.

Emperor Ralts: How can I know you won't recruit my citizens? And won't declare war on us after that fiasco?

Agent Carmichael: Well because we would have to cross a entire contient to get to you. Plus, in terms of military the only people here who are able bodied and willing to join would barely make up half a division (5,000. We've already got twice that on the Border. These people pose no threat to you, let us go!

Emperor Ralts: Hmm, you sound like Moses... Fine! Go away! Never come back! Let's have some peace, peace please... Let's go back to port!

The fleet then went back to the port.

[The Traansval]

Agent Carmichael: Well because we would have to cross a entire contient to get to you. Plus, in terms of military the only people here who are able bodied and willing to join would barely make up half a division (5,000. We've already got twice that on the Border. These people pose no threat to you, let us go!

Emperor Ralts: Hmm, you sound like Moses... Fine! Go away! Never come back! Let's have some peace, peace please... Let's go back to port!

The fleet then went back to the port.

Carmichael turned to the Arengins

Agent Carmichael: Thank you friends! We shall stop off at a Arengin port to drop some Slavic Refugees and then we shall sail to The Traansval.

The Merchant Ships sailed for the nearest Arengin Ports

There they dropped off around 2-3 thousand Slavic Refugees and Refugees who just wanted to live in Arengin.

The Remaining 8,000 set sail from the Martyr's Sea for the Traansval.

[The Traansval]

Blackadder

Lieutenant Monroe stood over the dead body of the leader of the Jesuit Army.

The man had taken his own life, falling on his own sword. He prefeered death to surrender.

Many of his men felt the same. Barely 2,000 Jesuits were captures. The rest were killed in the huge blood bath that was the battle of the Citadel.

But it was done, and the Jesuits defeated....

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Los Santos

Sergeant Adams walked up the Billy. The young Islander had grown, he was now a veteran Motorized Cowboy. And as such, he should be recognized

Sergeant Adams: Billy! Your work with us has been exemplary! And as such, i am honored to present the Boer Motorized Cross of Bravery to you.

Adams opened the box to show the medal.

Sergeant Adams: You earned it.

Adams walked away to speak to the Gunner.
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Los Santos

Telegram Corporal: Sir! Someone to see you sir!

Lieutenant Carlos: Why hello there, you are?

Doctor Octavian: Doctor Octavian, head of research for the Traansval

Lieutenant Carlos: Pleased to meet you, what can i do for you?

Doctor Octavian: Well, you see, right now im the De Facto leader of the Boer Armored Corp, the only problem is i have alot of other stuff to do. So, you are now the Commander of the Boer Armored Corp. Captain Carlos!

Carlos spit his drink out in surprise

Captain Carlos: Sir this is a honor! I wont let you down, i swear!
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Former Imperial Palace

Carribean City

The General who surrendered before the Siege of Los Santos, and his men, were marched into the city to the Imperial Palace.

There, the General was met by the Allied Commanders, who took him inside the Palace.

Inside, the Generals of the Entente nations, including a Thernarian Military Attache sent to study tactics, laid out the treaty for the man.

Entente-Carribean Treaty

1. The Carribean will agree to fully surrender to all terms listen below

2. All Territory up the the Rheinhalt Province will be given to The Thernarian Republic

3. Rheinhalt will be split among the Entente, with The North going to Arengin, the Peninsula and River going to The Traansval, and the Rest to Aclus.

4. All Carribean Military Troops will surrender to The Entente.

General Parker: Please sign on the dotted line General...

[Olthenia]

The House of Wonders
Clairmont, Kingdom of Morvern
Bold futures

Well, hell. “I... see” nodded Envoy Baatz – his tone betraying a hint of reservation. “We seem to have some trouble telling the two of you apart.” Yet that, as they say, was that. The rest were formalities – laced, by necessity, with the strong mint tea that tradition dictated for such occasions. The Traansval and Morvern had agreement, and all were better for it.

Lalakand Field
Western Morvern
Words on wings

Above the field of Lalakand, in a sky bereft of clouds, the observer swept to and fro in his light skyship.

With an airframe made of bonded wood and canvas, the 'ship was little better than a glider with an engine strapped beneath a vast, cigar-shaped balloon, but the added elevation for sight over the horizon was a boon Morvern’s armed forces was not quick to dismiss. First Lieutenant Baneel Balamin leaned down over the flimsy device, his leathers and furs already stiff with frost in the chill of the morning air - the Ospaar, as it was called, could scarcely climb faster than a walking child, and its little engine was beginning to show signs of nearing the end of its fuel. Time to come down from the frozen air several hundred feet above the merciless ground and get a hot mess of stew from the kitchens.

His flight would be proof of concept. If he lived.

Of that, Lieutenant Baneel was not exactly optimistic. If anyone could pull it off, however - he could. As one of Morvern’s foremost aviators wiry, bright-eyed Baneel had once flown the length of the Boulevard of Kings on a windy day with nothing more than a glider of his own design. Now, with his blood pumping fast and the canvas balloon rattling ominously in its wooden struts, the Ospaar made for the designated landing platform below. This, as they say, was it. With a tooth-clacking jarr the Ospaar screeched across the pad - its superstructure groaning like a man possessed as the frail thing bore up the strain of bringing its impossible flight to a bone-rattling halt. Baneel braced himself not a second too soon as the [i]Ospaar's forward path slowed, and his blood rushed to his head from his feet. Finally, at long last, the aviator allowed himself to breathe again. With a scrum of ground crew approaching from all sides, he removed removed his goggles and scrambled unsteadily down off the flying machine.

He needed a drink. A strong one.

[The Twelve Isles]

General Jonathon Barrow stood behind the veteran commanders of the other Entente powers. He felt frustrated, and like he had been pushed to the side in favor of his predecessor, who had retired halfway through the war, and promoted him to take his place. Jonathon was popular with his younger men, but not with the other commanders or veterans. Still, now was not the time to gripe. He had proven himself as the Isles commander in the battle of Los Santos, so even if he wasn't liked, it didn't matter anymore. He was a good commander.

The commander of the Boer army, who had quickly risen to the forefront of command, laid out the treaty in front of the Caribbeans. They looked apprehensive, but there was not choice for them. Their nation had fallen into complete disarray in the war, and the army who had opposed them in Los Santos and elsewhere by the end of the world were little more than mobs of rabble unwilling to except that they had lost. It didnt matter anymore. The war was over, the Entente had one.

[Eodor]

Guilfeld, War Office

From Eodorian War Office
To the Entente
Encryption: Max

Well, it does appear that our intelligence is outdated on this matter. Do you require any military aid elsewhere or humanitarian aid on the Caribbean front? Meanwhile, we will gladly take part in diplomatic activities with your two nations. King Allex III is on his way to visit you in Rannkradle.

Rannkradle, Rannoria
King Allex III and two Royal Guards stepped out of the car. And moved to greet the Rannorian leader.

[The Traansval]

The House of Wonders
Clairmont, Kingdom of Morvern
Bold futures

Well, hell. “I... see” nodded Envoy Baatz – his tone betraying a hint of reservation. “We seem to have some trouble telling the two of you apart.” Yet that, as they say, was that. The rest were formalities – laced, by necessity, with the strong mint tea that tradition dictated for such occasions. The Traansval and Morvern had an agreement, and all were better for it.

Lalakand Field
Western Morvern
Words on wings

Above the field of Lalakand, in a sky bereft of clouds, the observer swept to and fro in his light skyship.

With an airframe made of bonded wood and canvas, the ship was little better than a glider with an engine strapped beneath a vast, cigar-shaped balloon, but the added elevation for sight over the horizon was a boon Morvern’s armed forces was not quick to dismiss. First Lieutenant Baneel Balamin leaned down over the flimsy device, his leathers and furs already stiff with frost in the chill of the morning air - the Ospaar, as it was called, could scarcely climb faster than a walking child, and now its little engine was beginning to show signs of its fuel nearing the bottom. Time to come down from the frozen air several hundred feet above the merciless ground and get a hot mess of stew from the kitchens.

His flight would be proof of concept. If he lived. Baneel was not exactly optimistic, but if anyone could pull it off, he could. As one of Morvern’s foremost aviators, he had flown the length of the Boulevard of Kings on a windy day with nothing more than a glider of his own design. Now, with his blood pumping fast, the canvas baloon rattling ominously in its wooden struts, the Ospaar made for the designated landing platform below.

With a tooth-clacking jarr the Ospaar across that pad screeched, its superstructure groaning like a man possessed as it bore up the strain of bringing its impossible flight to a final, bone-rattling halt. Baneel braced himself not a second too soon as the forward path of the Ospaar slowed, and his blood rushed to his head from his feet. Yet slow it did, and the aviator allowed himself to breathe again. With a scrum of ground crew approaching from all sides, the aviator removed removed his goggles and jumped down off the flying machine.

He needed a drink. A strong one.

Movern

After the Diplomat and the Merchant left, having signed the treaty with Movern, 2 NAD Agents stayed behind to keep tabs on the nation.

And when a large-ish Airship was sighted, this was big news.

So, a few months later, Doctor Octavian, Head of Research for The Traansval, made a visit to Movernia.

In a Boer Prototype Airship.

When he touched down in the capital city, he spoke to the nearest Guardman.

Doctor Octavian: I am Doctor Octavian, from The Traansval. I am here to discuss matters of Science with the Movernian Government.

[Rannoria]

Guilfeld, War Office

From Eodorian War Office
To the Entente
Encryption: Max

Well, it does appear that our intelligence is outdated on this matter. Do you require any military aid elsewhere or humanitarian aid on the Caribbean front? Meanwhile, we will gladly take part in diplomatic activities with your two nations. King Allex III is on his way to visit you in Rannkradle.

Rannkradle, Rannoria
King Allex III and two Royal Guards stepped out of the car. And moved to greet the Rannorian leader.

Zee Prlmnt, Rannkradle
King Allex III entered the Grand's office. Little did Allex know, Pogos Atilla was impersonating Sios.
"King Allex the third! A pleasure to meet you." He got up from his desk, and extended his hand to greet in.
"So let's talk, shall we?" As Pogos/Sios pulled up a chair.

[The Traansval]

Guilfeld, War Office

From Eodorian War Office
To the Entente
Encryption: Max

Well, it does appear that our intelligence is outdated on this matter. Do you require any military aid elsewhere or humanitarian aid on the Caribbean front? Meanwhile, we will gladly take part in diplomatic activities with your two nations. King Allex III is on his way to visit you in Rannkradle.

Rannkradle, Rannoria
King Allex III and two Royal Guards stepped out of the car. And moved to greet the Rannorian leader.

Zee Prlmnt, Rannkradle
King Allex III entered the Grand's office. Little did Allex know, Pogos Atilla was impersonating Sios.
"King Allex the third! A pleasure to meet you." He got up from his desk, and extended his hand to greet in.
"So let's talk, shall we?" As Pogos/Sios pulled up a chair.

Rannkradle, Rannoria:

Mark Kruger: Greetings Friends! My apologies that i am late! I was being given the grand tour of this wonder nation! Now then, onto buisness!

Kruger takes a seat at Sios's desk

Mark Kruger: Delighted to see you Sios!

[The Twelve Isles]

Townhill Harbor

Crowds gathered along the docks, to watch the launch of three new battleships of the Royal Navy. These ships were the RNS Constellation, the RNS Victory, and the RNS Farms, named for the Battle of the Farms, the most costly engagement for Isles forces in the war with the Caribbean. There would be one for each of the three Ocean Fleets, to act as the flagships. They had been under construction since the beginning of the Robesonistan War, as a reaction to the rival power of the Warglorian fleets. Each was a Barbette ship, with large central battery's carrying 4 25 ton guns, capable of covering a full 360 degrees. Along the edges, they carried 40 accompanying guns, 20 on each side, capable of a broadside. Their hulls were steel, offering increased protection and less weight than their iron counterparts. The Navy hoped to produce more ships of their class, and eventually have most of the navy made up of them. The only thing that they were missing were pom pom guns, the types carried by their Boer allies. The Transvaal had begun to produce airships, and if the past few years were any indication, then soon everyone would have them.

Lena watched the ships leave from a window in the Palace. It had been a while since she had seen any of the fellow leaders in the Entente, but she had still been working closely with them, in their combined effort against the Caribbeans. She turned, and sat to wright a letter.

To: Mark Kruger
From: Empress Lena Cartwine III

Mark, I write to you concerning the fielding of three new ships in my nations navy. We are aware that your people have begun work on experimental aircraft, and if the past wars are any indication that means soon we will all be working on aircraft. We wish to trade with you, oil in exchange for Pom Pom guns to arm our ships against aircraft of the future, and to strafe shore positions should the situation arise.

(OOC: For reference sake, heres what our three new ships look like. )

[Rannoria]

Zee Prlmnt, Rannkradle
King Allex III entered the Grand's office. Little did Allex know, Pogos Atilla was impersonating Sios.
"King Allex the third! A pleasure to meet you." He got up from his desk, and extended his hand to greet in.
"So let's talk, shall we?" As Pogos/Sios pulled up a chair.

Rannkradle, Rannoria:

Mark Kruger: Greetings Friends! My apologies that i am late! I was being given the grand tour of this wonder nation! Now then, onto buisness!

Kruger takes a seat at Sios's desk

Mark Kruger: Delighted to see you Sios!

"Why, hello there Mark! Good to see you two." He shook his hand. "Now, to business. But, first, before business. Would either of you be interested with a drink?"

[The Traansval]

Townhill Harbor

Crowds gathered along the docks, to watch the launch of three new battleships of the Royal Navy. These ships were the RNS Constellation, the RNS Victory, and the RNS Farms, named for the Battle of the Farms, the most costly engagement for Isles forces in the war with the Caribbean. There would be one for each of the three Ocean Fleets, to act as the flagships. They had been under construction since the beginning of the Robesonistan War, as a reaction to the rival power of the Warglorian fleets. Each was a Barbette ship, with large central battery's carrying 4 25 ton guns, capable of covering a full 360 degrees. Along the edges, they carried 40 accompanying guns, 20 on each side, capable of a broadside. Their hulls were steel, offering increased protection and less weight than their iron counterparts. The Navy hoped to produce more ships of their class, and eventually have most of the navy made up of them. The only thing that they were missing were pom pom guns, the types carried by their Boer allies. The Transvaal had begun to produce airships, and if the past few years were any indication, then soon everyone would have them.

Lena watched the ships leave from a window in the Palace. It had been a while since she had seen any of the fellow leaders in the Entente, but she had still been working closely with them, in their combined effort against the Caribbeans. She turned, and sat to wright a letter.

To: Mark Kruger
From: Empress Lena Cartwine III

Mark, I write to you concerning the fielding of three new ships in my nations navy. We are aware that your people have begun work on experimental aircraft, and if the past wars are any indication that means soon we will all be working on aircraft. We wish to trade with you, oil in exchange for Pom Pom guns to arm our ships against aircraft of the future, and to strafe shore positions should the situation arise.

(OOC: For reference sake, heres what our three new ships look like. (Image))

TO: Empress Lena Cartwine III

From: Elected Official Mark Kruger

Your Oil will be a wonderful resource to have here, our Oil Fields are vast and plentiful but we could always use more. Now then, we would be happy to ship Pom Pom guns to you nation. Also, soon we will begin to export BAC-3 Export Model Armored Cars and BAA-1 Anti Aircraft Cars. Numbers of models shipped to you will be small, but by 1880 you should have a sizable Land Fleet.

END MESSAGE

[The Traansval]

Rannkradle, Rannoria:

Mark Kruger: Greetings Friends! My apologies that i am late! I was being given the grand tour of this wonder nation! Now then, onto buisness!

Kruger takes a seat at Sios's desk

Mark Kruger: Delighted to see you Sios!

"Why, hello there Mark! Good to see you two." He shook his hand. "Now, to business. But, first, before business. Would either of you be interested with a drink?"

Mark Kruger: Scotch my good friend! If you please!

[Rannoria]

"Why, hello there Mark! Good to see you two." He shook his hand. "Now, to business. But, first, before business. Would either of you be interested with a drink?"

Mark Kruger: Scotch my good friend! If you please!

"Mios!" Pogos/Sios called (OOC: I'm gonna call him Pogos from now on).

"Yes, Sios?" Mios Askwell ran into the room, attending to Pogos' side.

"Get this man a scotch, thank you. Ooh, and may you fetch some brandy too?"

"Of course, Grand Sios."

"Thank you." Mios left the room, and Pogos continued. "So, business."

[The Traansval]

Mark Kruger: Scotch my good friend! If you please!

"Mios!" Pogos/Sios called (OOC: I'm gonna call him Pogos from now on).

"Yes, Sios?" Mios Askwell ran into the room, attending to Pogos' side.

"Get this man a scotch, thank you. Ooh, and may you fetch some brandy too?"

"Of course, Grand Sios."

"Thank you." Mios left the room, and Pogos continued. "So, business."

Mark Kruger: SO! I was under the impression that we were here to welcome a new member?!

[Rannoria]

"Mios!" Pogos/Sios called (OOC: I'm gonna call him Pogos from now on).

"Yes, Sios?" Mios Askwell ran into the room, attending to Pogos' side.

"Get this man a scotch, thank you. Ooh, and may you fetch some brandy too?"

"Of course, Grand Sios."

"Thank you." Mios left the room, and Pogos continued. "So, business."

Mark Kruger: SO! I was under the impression that we were here to welcome a new member?!

"Yes! Of course, of course, of course." He turned to Allex. "Welcome, to the Arisluian Entente. We outnumber the Imperium seven to three, thanks to you!"

[The Twelve Isles]

Billy stood at the end of Bowler Street, where he had grown up, and where he had grown up, and where his time in the army had started. On his chest was the Boer Armored Cross, and an Army Cross of Valor, given to him by the Isles military. He wore his dark green uniform proudly, a cap on his head with his name stitched along the front. On his waist he wore a dress sword. It had been given to him at the ceremony where he received his Cross Of Valor. There was a great hustle and bustle, and on the corner he saw that a checkpoint had been set up by the City Watch to try and squash out the gangs. It wouldn't work. they would just move on and start fights elsewhere. Merchants were trying to hawk their wheres, and some of the urchins would try and run up and steel fruit.

All the way on the other end, away from the Watches post he could see men sitting on a step, drinking from a jug. They wore top hats and fancy belts, with yellow ribbons tied around them. Bowler Street Gang, just like Billy had been before he was drafted. Billy reached up and felt the side of his face. During the Battle of Los Santos, he had been hit by a piece of shrapnel, leaving a jagged scar along his cheek. Billy stepped forward down the street. It was raining some, something he had forgotten about in his time overseas in the Caribbean, where it was always sunny. The water misted down around him, and he could see it fogging up the windows on the storefronts.

Billy passed by the boys wearing the Bowler Street Gang colors, and hoped they wouldn't want to talk to him. He didn't want to be near them anymore. The things they thought were important were nothing to him now. But, life could never be that easy could it.

One of the people on the step recognised him, and called out. "Oi, Billy!" he said, "Look at you, all gussied up like you think your some sort of faggy lord."

Billy stopped, and turned to the young man. He didnt recognize him, whoever he was he had clearly grown up some. He didnt say anything, just stared at the people in front of him.

"Oh, your not going to talk to me?" The gangsters were watching him, leering like ugly dogs.

"No," said Billy. His voice was soft, but commanding. He turned and began walking down the street again to his old house. He could only hope the landlord hadnt given it away to someone else. The Bowler Gang members started following him.

"Look at this prick," said one of them. "He thinks cause he got to go off and fight some people over the sea he gets to be all highs and mighty." Billy continued to ignore them, even when he felt a cigarette hit the back of his neck. "Oi, you stupid stove fucker, aint yous going to speak to me?" Billy walked on. He came to his building, and stared up at it while the men behind him continued to taunt and jeer at his back.

"Listen to me you stupid fuck, you think you betters than us now? You was no good. You still no good, you fuck. Army dont mean shit, you just a high and mighty prick who thinks he something special cause he gots to go and play with all the faggy lords at war."

Billy stepped up to the door of his apartment, and opened it. Before he could get it open though, the person he had been talking to slamed the door shut before he could get inside. The man got up in Billy's face, reeking of whiskey and meat. "I said talk to me, you fucking shit stain! You think you so good? Yous better than us now? Thats it?"

Billy didnt say anything, he just looked at him. He showed not emotion, just stared. The man stepped back, and spat at Billys feet. "Your not worth killing, you emotionless prick." He walked off, giving Billy the finger, and Billy stepped into his old home.

[The Traansval]

Nuwe Hollunda

State of Egypt (Between Western Cape and Orange Free State)

Travino Family Farm

Mister Travino, a immigrant from the south, was tending his family farm.

He and his youngest son, Marco, were the only ones here working. They had no laborers, they couldnt afford to pay them. So it was just him and his son who harvested the Wheat, Sugar Cane, and Tobacco.

The Farm was a not a rich enterprise, but it kept his family fed and clothed.

The Farm had been in his family for generations, it was passed down from father to son.

Mister Travino thought of his oldest son, who had left the farm to find fortunes in the West. Mister Travino had not heard from him in many years, and he feared for his son.

Then, a large Armored Car of the Traansval Military rolled up to his farm.

Cars were no longer a unusual sight, Henry Ford had made civilian models which were so cheap that Mister Travino even had one himself.

But this one was different, it was a Military Vehicle.

Out of the Car, stepped a man dressed in full Officer Dress Uniform.

NOTE: The man in the Picture is not the same man who just exited the car, only the uniform is the same.

Mister Travino recognized the man immeditaly, it was his eldest son, Carlos.

Mister Travino: Dios mío! Carlos!

At the sound of his yelling, his wife, youngest son, daughter, and his brother came out side to find Carlos standing tall and pround

Misses Travino: MY SON! What are you doing here, what are you wear!

Captain Carlos: Mother, my name is Captain Carlos Travino, Commander of the Boer Armored Corp!

At the word of his esteemed position, the Travino family threw a huge party, families from all the nearby farms came to celebrate the success of Captain Carlos.

Mister Travino: Carlos. No, Captain Carlos! I am so proud my son.

Captain Carlos: Well father, theres another part of my promotion

Carlos showed his father his Salary check.

His father proceeded to faint.