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The Second American Civil War (Open, IC) [Late-PT 1951]

A staging-point for declarations of war and other major diplomatic events. [In character]

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Postby Deutschess Kaiserreich » Tue Dec 18, 2018 12:04 am

The room was cold with only a roaring fire to comfort the man inside. He sat on his desk signing documents and occasionally wandering about the room selecting a book to pass the time. The window outside revealed a cold city as winter had now descended onto it. The onion-shaped roofs of the Kremlin could be seen from miles and miles away. The walls separated the officials from the commoners they were supposed to serve but that did not stop their loyalty to their nation and people. The hammer a sickle flew from the very top of the tallest spire proclaiming the values of the newly formed union. The Communist had fought for almost three decades for control of the motherland until the collapse of the Whites at Vladivostok. In the wake of their victory, the Communist began an aggressive growth of influence. They funded and supported uprisings all over the world. Their goal was "setting the world alight with hope!" and had been successful. In a shocking surprise attack to support their brothers, they declared war on the Kaiserriech during Its war with the French commune. Even when the Kaiserriech appeared to on the verge of collapse it stood against the revolution and shattered the red army in a surprisingly aggressive counteroffensive. Despite the bravery of the Revolutionary red army, they could not stand against the savagery and ruthlessness of the Kaiserriech's men. However, the Kaiserriech could not stand two fronts and was forced to free much of the Balkans to its own rightful influence. Now the Kaiserriech seeks to undermine the work of the man in the room. He twirled his signature, now greying, mustache in thought. The civil war in the biggest capitalist stronghold had proven that the barons of the world could not stand against the peoples they oppressed. The war could be the chance of revolution to finally end this "cold war" and bring the world into a new light against the imperialists of the world.

The man in the room reflected on how he had risen to the postion of the leader of a hundred million people who would all die for their nation. Split by ethnicities and genders they still would march together in the name of the motherland. They march to him. Oh, how he had taken power from that weakling Trotsky. The man thought too big and not about his own people. He thought about feeding the world with grain from the breadbaskets of Ukraine to spread to revolution even when his own people starved. Luckily in his dying breath, his mentor would proclaim the rightful position of leader to the man in the room. His hair was now greying but he promised himself he would still lead his people to glories untold. Now the situation in the Americas was his chance to shine...
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Postby Deutschess Kaiserreich » Tue Dec 18, 2018 8:57 am

“I’ll… stay loyal... Mr. MacArthur… Not to you but the Republic.”

“Don’t worry. I’m loyal to the Republic too.”

Blackburn stood up and stared intensely into MacArthur. He opened his mouth and spat at his feet landing through. After this Blackburn left the room and slammed the door behind him. MacArthur sat in the couch wondering how he had got to this point. From that brash young private to the dictator of the nation he served. MacArthur was deep in thought when the door opened again. Annoyed at this interruption so soon MacArthur said with an annoyed voice:

“What do you want Blackburn?”

“Sir, The Kentucky corridor is closed!” said a voice that was not clearly Blackburn or even male. It was a young British voice that spoke in trembling tones. MacArthur stood up from the couch and walked over to his board. He moved a tab and said “Order Patton to smash the defenses at Dogs Creek with all he's got. That should give us more time. I need those supplies.”

“Very well sir. I will inform the Major. Best of luck sir.”

“Thanks. We’re all gonna need it.”




Men jogged about the camp to their positions. The men were ready. The Banshee Rockets were ready. The ridge had been scouted. The tanks were ready. The attack was ready. Tank crews slipped into their hatches as distant explosions were coming much closer. Men ran to the back of the tanks preparing for the charge. Final checks were made amidst confusing shouts. Men checked their weapons and assigned squads. The crew of the tanks readied their guns to fire onto the traitorous scum. The explosions were now much closer and an officer with a cone to his mouth gave to order to charge. The tanks moved with a loud roar as if they were iron beasts. Their tracks dug into the ground dragging the behemoth along the crests of the hill. The commanders could see through the little slits in the hull of tanks a ridge covered in a honeycomb of trenches and wooden bunkers. The bunkers slits erupted with rapid flashes of light followed by the impact of iron on iron. The beasts shrugged off the bullets as they could not stand a chance to penetrate their hide and the small men behind them were protected by the moving hunks of metal.

Suddenly as the tanks reached even ground a shrill of banshees could be heard behind the hill they had just acceded. Smoke and dust were thrown up from the old base of operations and the trench systems ahead of them erupted in fire and flame. Men screamed as they were buried by their own poorly made protections and bunkers shattered into splinters as the rockets tore their inhabitants into bloody chunks. Men ripped off their clothes and screamed as their skin melted before their eyes. The Federalist's tanks roared with fire killing those that had exposed themselves in the disorganization and pure panic. The Communist soldier's red uniforms hid the fact that their insides imploded with the force of the bullets entering them. Limbs were cleanly blown off and men held their guts in horror. The men behind the steel beasts emerged and put even more lead into the defenses suppressing the survivors that were smart enough not to panic even when their skin crackled and melted. There was a brief pause as many of the men on the field paused to reload their empty guns and the survivors returned fire onto them. Men dropped to the ground as bullets barely missed them and the roar of the cannons caused spouts of dirt to erupt. The screams of the banshees drowned out everything once more and the position was quite literally blown apart.

As the defenders were reeling from another volley the tanks and men sprinted into the trenches and sowed chaos. Fighting was brutal as bayonets penetrated skin slicing organs apart and men were crushed by tons of moving metal. Bullets tore men apart and made their screams barely heard above another shrill scream of the banshees as they smashed apart another bunker further up the ridge into a million splinters. This time the inhabitants survived stumbling out of the bunker with clothes and skin ripped apart. Some screamed in agony ripping away the flaming threads of clothes off their bodies and a man wandered around aimlessly carrying his own arm. They were easily cut down by the machine gun of a tank. Gunshots began to die down and hands were raised in surrender. Cries of joy were heard. They had taken a heavily fortified position killing dozens of traitors and blasting a hole a in the line of the CCSA.

"DOWN WITH THE TRAITORS! UP WITH THE STARS!" the men proclaimed with the traitors writhing at the very sound of that rightful chant. Perhaps the end of the war was in sight... but the question now being asked was... who would win? and what would that cost?
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IC: Thomas Wicker

Postby Rezmaeristan » Tue Dec 18, 2018 4:29 pm

Wicker's unit rolled up to the front.

"Move move move!" shouted his superiors, as men exited the troop carriers, rushing towards the front line at Suffolk. Most of these guys had barely seen a big city; what was Long thinking sending them to fight in one like Norfolk? thought Wicker. Nonetheless, his squad advanced through the small town, still taking some fire from Feds in the damaged buildings. An armored truck behind them was blown up by a man with a bazooka from a building.

"I wanna sweep of the whole goldurn area!" shouted Wicker's master sergeant. "I want all squads to clear out these buildings, ain't gonna be no Feds shootin' us!"

The platoon fanned out. Wicker's squad ran to their left towards one of of many damaged buildings in the city. There were three snipers in the building; one of them fired. He almost hit Wicker but for Kestick's keen hearing; he knocked Wicker out of the bullet's path. The rest of the squad fired up towards the second floor, filling the sniper with lead. They rushed up the stairs through the ruined building, and the other two snipers surrendered.

"Don't celebrate just yet", said Wicker. "We gotta keep checking these building- Hey, hey Dixon, don't carve your goldurn initials into this building! Show some respect to the people who own these buildings!"

"Ainnobody in 'em, Ser-jeant. They's destroyed, they's our buildings now!" The squad laughed at this remark.

"Knock it off. I assume we'll be regrouping with the other units back out in the streets. Squad, form up! March!"

The squad did so and marched through the streets, eventually making their way up to a hotel outside town, which was being used as HQ.

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Postby Deutschess Kaiserreich » Wed Dec 19, 2018 8:14 am

The men were reorganized as supplies were dragged up the ridge. The rockets were being repositioned and the tanks dug into a “Hull-down” position with only their turrets visible. New bunkers were constructed in the ruins of their predecessor but facing the opposite way and made out of metal this time. Collin sat in a trench drowning his sorrows of this damm war with a nice flask of whiskey. It was disgusting but it got him and his buddies drunk enough so they wouldn't have to worry about their families trapped north.

Collin had heard what the CCSA had done to trapped pockets of loyal Federalist troops that had refused to betray their nation. Collins didn’t want his brother and mother experiencing that. Hell! If that happened he would blow the balls or taint off every CCSA soldier he captured and cut their dainty little fingers off one by one. Perhaps he could sympathize with them for he had worked in the terrible factories in the north before earning enough money to move south. The CEO's of the factories would often use undocumented workers and pay them horrible wages at the return of working from dawn to midnight. If they didn't come to work the boss's gangs would come to their homes and give them a good beating. When one worker was crippled or simply too tired to work the bosses would just have their gangs strip off everything they owned and sent them on their merry way. However terrible the conditions were they did not give them the excuse to rape, pillage, kill their fellow countrymen, and betray their own nation. Collins was about to take another swig when he heard the sound of boots smashing in the ground. Collins tried to hide his flask but a man turned the corner. He wore a black trenchcoat covered in mud and a helmet that was also covered in mud. He would have looked like any other soldiers were it not for the fact that his helmet had two stars on it and his right breast held half a dozen medals.

"Well, Well, Well. Look who got here sipping their rum rations when we could be attacked by traitors at any time." He said in a demeaning voice.

"Uh, Colonel Patton sir! I apologize for my infraction!" Collins said while hiding the flask behind him and shifting nervously.

"Don't worry trooper... Never seen one of my men drink like that unless they're worried by something not related to combat." Patton sat down onto the trench floor and gestured at Collins to do the same He continued "I make it my business to know what troubles my men have."

"How did you know sir?" asked perplexed at how the commander had deciphered his thoughts by just looking at his actions as collins sat down.

"Well for one you haven't emptied the whole flask so you aren't trying to drown your fear or sorrow. Two, you aren't with the others so you aren't partying our victory. Three you're hiding out here so no one can disturb you." Patton said with a subtle hint of arrogance at his deduction.

"Sir... I'm just worried cause my ma and bra to live upstate. Haven't heard from them since the war began."

"No, No, No. That's not it... is it?"

"Oh fine... My wife just telegrammed me that she's a month pregnant. I don't wanna miss my sons birth, sir."

"Trust me, sonny. I'll get you back in one piece and in time. You have my word. By the way, can I have some?" Patton gestured to the flask while taking out a flask of his own.

"Yes, sir." Collins agreed a poured some into Patton's flask. Patton gestured his flask to Collins and said:

"To victory and the reunification of our nation from those dirty commies!" Patton said with a smile and the two clinked their flasks before taking a sizable gulp from them.

"To America!" They both said with joy.

"Welp gotta go Collins. Keep a good watch and keep your head down when artillery hi..." Patton was interrupted when a massive cloud of dirt was blown from the ground. More explosions hit the ground throwing up more dirt unto the defenders rapidly setting up defenses and shouting orders.

"I gotta go the HQ. Best of luck Collins!" Patton said before dashing down the trench yelling commands to his men as dirt and shrapnel descended upon them.

Collins looked over his trench to see a wall of smoke. From that smoke emerged another relentless wave of communists. The guns of the Federalists screamed in return cutting down dozens off them before they could take cover in the shell holes of an empty and ruined field. The shrill banshee scream of the rockets descended onto the pinned communists throwing up even more dirt and gore. However, it had not been as effective as before against the disorganized defenders and only killed about half a dozen commies leaving perhaps about three and a half dozen still left fighting for their freedom. Another round of CCSA mortar fire struck the defenders driving Collins to the ground as the fire came close to his stretch of the trench. Once the salvo was over Collins shrugged off the dirt and returned fire with his rifle striking down a soldier before he could descend into Collins trench with a bayonet. Collins fired another salvo from his rifle dropping a man that couldn't have been older than twenty. Collins watched the boyish face writhe in pain for a moment and then go pale and still. He dropped to the ground clutching his chest while his comrades rushed over the shell holes and dragged him back ignoring the fire Collins was putting onto them. Before they could all get back into a shell hole another one was struck my morgans rifle sending him into the hole while his comrades tried their best to save the two wounded men. But they couldn't save the boy and the medic wailed in despair. He tried desperately to press down on the now unmoving chest of the boy with no hope eventually moving onto the more recently wounded man. The communist fought desperately to keep the medical hole safe but another rocket salvo ripped it apart throwing gore everywhere.


Martha Jacobs woke up covered in the blood of her own comrades and to the screams of her friends. Her ears were ringing and she had a headache that felt like someone was jamming an icicle from the inside of her head. She brushed the dirt off only to discover the chest chunk of someone in the trench she screamed in horror flinging it off. Nothing was left of the medical base. The medics head rolled freely with his white helmet now covered in his own blood. Gore was everywhere in the trench but the dead boy was unharmed. His face was so peaceful but pail. His brown uniform now was beginning to be colored red. She looked up from the hole to see her fellow friends feeling from their failed counter assault and was about to run when her feet collapsed. She looked on her feet to find one of them without her boot and was covered in blood. It was torn apart revealing flesh and bone. Most of her toes were now bloody chunks. Martha screams were the only the thing that could be heard above the shrill of rockets. Martha heard this and tried to crawl back into her hole when the rockets hit the ground. Everything Martha saw was fire and flame as burnt flesh crept into her nose. She felt her self lifted and placed onto a sturdy shoulder. Before she passed out her eyes set once more the dead boy and they were filled with tears. Finally, everything went dark. The only thing she heard before the black pool of darkness set swallowed her up was the cry of victory from the oppressors and cruel barons of the people.
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Postby Jasonvillee » Wed Dec 19, 2018 5:14 pm

It was a dark night, and the Jasonville soldiers were sitting around in Camp Artoscahv, waiting for orders. Then a silent, but hearable missile sound was heard.
The Jasonville troops yelled and got under cover. And there was a loud explosion, knocking out their main telegram tower and temporary energy generator. The soldiers charged out to the defensive positions as their officers yelled at them. Although the Jasonville trenches were good, they were still being bombed, and soon the front line defenses were all rubble. The Jasonvillers did not have any advance technology, which was the reason they got ran over.
CCSA troops came in with tanks to support the Jasonvillers. But the Federalists already took over a huge chunk of the base, and with most of the officers executed or dead, there wasn't much hope.
The remaining troops retreated, and those who were caught were executed. It was a horrible defeat, President Jason thought, and we need peace quickly.

President Jason asked his secretary,"Did they get my telegram yet? Are they willing to make a peace?" The secretary told him,"They still have not replied sir."

President Jason looked at the sunset of the coast and wondered when this would all end.
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Postby Deutschess Kaiserreich » Fri Dec 21, 2018 3:21 am

Notice: As of Saturday I will be away for a trip until Jan 6. If you must post I ask you not to do anything that will affect the story. Ie: Nuking Washington (Oops spoilers!). Just have like skirmishes and the stuff. Bye and a happy new hear/Chrismas
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The Snowstorm, and the Push for Washington

Postby Rezmaeristan » Mon Jan 07, 2019 9:10 pm

"Why tha heller we sittin' here? The steel mills ain't waitin' for nobody!" said Long.

"Um, sir..." his ADC said, handing him a weather bulletin. "They might have to wait for a snowstorm to finish."

"Well, shucks. Is mail still arriving?"

"Yessir. Snow won't make the railroads impassable. It can still come in that way. As can supplies, which I expect our foreign supporters will still be sendin' us. Telephone communications might be frozen over dependin' on where the wires are."


a week later

Wicker and his squad advanced under heavy fire in the woods surrounding Richmond. There were Federal infantry and light armor all around, but so were many Minutemen. A Federal M24 fired on the squad, taking out Kestick and Harris. Corporal Steinberg, in response, threw a frag grenade, blowing up the tank. Somehow, despite being badly burned, the driver was still alive.

"I sur-rend-er! Medic! Help!" he shouted.

Normally, Wicker would order Garrin to assist the wounded POW, but there was no time. Federal infantry shot back at his squad. He was hit in the head, and he fell down, feeling almost drunk and semiconscious. Now he really needed Garrin's assistance. "Medic!" he shouted. Steinberg and Jenkins covered Garrin while he rushed to tend to Wicker.

"Hey, hey, Sarge, stay focused" said Garrin. "Sarge?"

-----

Wicker woke up in a field hospital. He noticed a funny sound- well, it wasn't a sound. It sounded as if everything was coming from his left.

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Postby Crimetopolis » Tue Jan 15, 2019 5:34 pm

Boolewarke Ford
Aryana
April 30th, 1951.

The Hatcoy communist warriors marched on foot and horseback towards the Marion Boolewarke ranch. They were all barefoot. They all wore witch's black hats. They wore overalls of blue or blue overall dresses. A hammer and sickle emblazoned upon their front and rear of their uniforms. THey were armed with M1938 bolt action carbines, Tokarev pistols, and PPSH-41 SMGS. They sank 'The Internationale'. Marion Boolewarke readied her MP-35 SMG as Landsturm, police, and other allies of the Boolewarke prepared to counter ambush the Hatcoys. Their new allies were Rednecks.

Among the poorest citizens of Aryana, the Rednecks had enjoyed recent spike in prosperity when Schmidt's regime had openly legalized gold and gem rocking cradle creek mining. The Rednecks wore white derbies with tinted lense googles, white shirt, white overalls/overall dresses, and pull on working/riding boots. They wore red bandanas around their necks. Their weapons : Winchester 1892 carbines, S&W .44-40 `1891 break top double action revolvers, .20 gauge bolt action shotguns, and Red 9 basic 9mm broomhandle Mauser pistols. Marion Boolewarke looked at young Redneck beside her "JOrdy COleman?' The boy smiled back at her. as he aimed
his Winchester at the oncoming Hatcoys. "Always did like your bunch, Marion." THe lady hunter and horsewoman was the boy's hero.

The Hatcoys were all in the water now coming towards MArion's position.. Suddenly, a Landsturm MG-42 opened up killings dozens of Hatcoys in mid streams. VZ-24s,, EM-2s, Winchesters, SMGS, revolvers, shotguns and Mauser 9mm handguns all roared as one. A potato masher hand grenade blasted a Hatcoy woman from her horse, The Horse screamed and trampled hundreds of Hatcoys to death. Literally thousands of Hatcoy communists were dead or dying as the water of the ford turned into a sea of blood. Marion grimly smiled as the short burst from her MP-35 SMG cut down many Hatcoy. Jordy's Wimchester ran dry. He was reloading, when gun fire struck him. "CORPSMAN!" yelled a Policeman. Two hospital corpsman rushed Jordy Coleman to the improvised field clinic set up inside the Boolewarkes' barn. The smell of carbolic acid permeated the air as a morphine needle jabbed Jrody's arm. His leg manged at the Kneecap. A nurse put a chloroform bag over his face. As both tetanus antitoxin and penicillin were injected into Jordy. Amputation followed. Peroxide drench . Suturing the affected areas. Another peroxide drench. Mercurochrome wound painting. clean bandages. Jordy was medically airlifted to Johannesburg Gdneral Hospital where he would spend the next four months. For 55 wounded gained, The Hatcoy offensive had killed 6, 755 Hatcoys. THe fact 50% of the Landsturm were armed with Beretta Model 2 submachineguns undoubtedly
contributed to the victory.
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IC: Aryana:

Postby Crimetopolis » Mon Jan 21, 2019 12:05 pm

The Commissar hid in the bushes. This battle was a disaster for his side. Foolishly, he had worn his full uniform to motivate the Hatcoys. Suddenly, the muzzle of an EM-2 automatic assault rifle. faced him. "Hand s for the sky and stand up!" ordered a landsturm member. His Tokarev and PPSH-41 SMG were taken from him. "American?" "Yes, Yes" replied the Commissar. He carefully repeated his cover story, It had been given to him by his NKVD[Soviet Leninist Gestapo]. Within one hour, the Commissar was being questioned fully under drug-induced hypnosis while hooked to a polygraph simultaneously. Efrem Zimbilist Jr. read the reports and telephoned the Vice Fuhrer,

An urgent conference with the American ambassador to Aryana was requested,

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