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Post by silentrunner on Jul 30, 2017 19:32:03 GMT
Tallin, Muscovite Confederacy June 16, 2015
Captain Vasili Petrov watched as the destroyer Astrakhan was being prepared to sail for the first time in four decades. The removal of the American threat in Scandinavia had finally allowed the Muscovites to re-enter the Baltic. The only remaining obstacle to full naval operations was fuel. Currently, Muscovy only had a small trickle of petroleum from Caucasia to the south. The government was working on oil shale deposits in the Gulf of Finland. The navy had been promised it would receive fuel soon.
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Post by silentrunner on Jul 30, 2017 19:32:31 GMT
Ottawa, Ontario June 16, 2015
Trudeau watched somberly as the crowd of "traitors" burned on the television screen. The atrocities of NUSA had long since ceased to shock him.
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Post by silentrunner on Jul 30, 2017 19:33:02 GMT
RAF Henderson, Solomon Islands June 17, 2015
Colonel Matthew Tally watched as the Avo Vulcan lifted off from the runway. The old bombers had been conducting strikes on military and industrial targets in Indonesia.
Back in the mother country, the Labour Party had decried the use of strategic bombing, accusing the RAF of deliberately targeting civilians. The RAF brass had rolled its eyes at the accusation. Just another reminder of why the Labour Party is such a joke these days thought Tally. It had been that way ever since the more moderate elements had left the party over the Carrier Affair in 1970, leaving the Loony Left in charge.
Tally's thoughts were interrupted as another Vulcan, bearing battle-scars, landed heavily on the tarmac. The bomber's nose and left-main landing gears collapsed as it skidded to a stop.
As the flight crew got out, Tally walked up to the pilot. "That must've been a hell of a mission" he said. "You don't know the half of it" replied the pilot.
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Post by silentrunner on Jul 30, 2017 19:33:33 GMT
Somewhere in the Rockies June 17, 2015
"Remind me again why we're meeting all the way out here" said Colonel Norton Means as he brushed off a tick.
"Because this is the only place where we don't have to worry about the President's boys listening in" replied Aeroforce General David Goldfein.
"Oswald" growled Means. "That fucker really needs to be removed from the presidency before he runs us into the ground."
"That's what we're here to discuss" said Goldfein.
"How are you are planning to accomplish this?" asked Means.
"The President is scheduled to fly to Bakersburg on the 20th." said Goldfein. "My boys are gonna divert the plane to Richmond, where we'll intern Oswald."
"How do we sell this to the public?" asked Means.
Goldfein grinned. "We'll tell the people that Oswald had a 'stress-induced mental breakdown' during the flight, and that he's been sent on a vacation" he replied. "In the meantime, myself and a few other top brass from the Army, Aeroforce, and Navy will form a provisional government."
"Sounds like plan" said Means. "By the way, how do you plan on winning this war?"
"Simple" said Goldfein. "We'll pull all of our troops in Europe out so we can focus on crushing Canada. Once that's done, we'll help out our allies in Africa and Asia crush their respective opponents. Then we'll come for Britain."
"Sounds like a good plan" said Means.
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Post by silentrunner on Jul 30, 2017 19:33:50 GMT
Bakersburg, South Carolina June 20, 2015
"President Oswald's plane departs in half an hour" said Admiral Richard Hunt. "We need to be ready when the time to make our move comes."
"My boys are ready" said General Goldfein.
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Post by silentrunner on Jul 30, 2017 19:34:13 GMT
40,000 feet over western Virginia June 20, 2015
President Oswald watched as the stewardess poured whiskey into his glass. His personal secretary-and on-the-side mistress-Hannah Walton, was seated across the pullout table.
"To America, my dear" said Oswald as he raised his glass. "To America" replied Walton as she raised hers. The two clinked their glasses together and drank.
As Oswald set his glass back down, he began to feel light-headed. He tried to get up, but his legs felt super-heavy. "Mona" he yelled to the stewardess in a slurred voice. "What the hell was in that drink?" After a few minutes, both Oswald and Walton were out cold.
The stewardess contacted the cockpit over the PA. "The president has been sedated" she said. "Time to divert to Richmond."
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Post by silentrunner on Jul 30, 2017 19:34:40 GMT
Shicagawa, Iowai June 20, 2015
"Ladies and gentlemen, this is General David Goldfein of the New United States Aeroforce. I regret to inform you that President Richard Oswald, due to the stress imposed by the ongoing war, has suffered a mental breakdown."
"The president has authorized a team of officers from across the military, myself included, to form a provisional government while he recovers. We wish him well during his recovery. Good night, and all hail!"
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Post by silentrunner on Jul 30, 2017 19:35:06 GMT
Portland, Massachussetts June 21, 2015
"Did you hear the news about your brother?" asked Miranda as Charles Oswald III walked into his living room.
"Yeah" replied Charles. "They say he's currently relaxing 'away from the public eye' but I'm pretty sure that horseshit."
"Looks like the Council of Jehovah and ORRA doesn't believe it either" said Miranda.
"I know" said Charles. "Already, fighting is breaking out in the armed forces between the coup supporters and presidential loyalists. Fortunately, none of our boys on the front lines in Canada have turned to shooting each other, but the whole affair has left them paralyzed."
"This could be your chance" said Miranda.
The Next Day...
"Ladies and Gentlemen, this is Charles Oswald III. I have an important message for the people of America."
"My brother Richard stole the presidency. He imprisoned our father and used him as a puppet. Eventually, he murdered him when his usefulness ran out. Richard Oswald is an incompetent liar and usurper."
"Of course, the military has overthrown this scoundrel and appointed themselves rulers. But who's to say they won't repeat Richard's mistakes? Therefore, I urge every loyal American citizen to recognize me as the rightful president of the New United States of America. All Hail!"
Charles stepped away from the microphone. The message had been broadcast on talkieboxes across the nation. It was only a matter of time before he claimed what was rightfully his.
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Post by silentrunner on Jul 30, 2017 19:35:36 GMT
Ottowa, Ontario June 25, 2015
"Things are a total mess south of the border" said Trudeau. He was talking to Ranganathan over the phone. "The military's revolted against the president and installed a junta. However, it seems their state church refuses to go along. Meanwhile, the president's younger brother has popped up out of nowhere and declared himself president. The nation appears to be descending into civil war."
"This could be our chance" said Ranganathan.
The next day, all Imperial, Commonwealth, and Allied Pact forces in Canada were ordered to head south...
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Post by silentrunner on Jul 30, 2017 19:36:25 GMT
Northern New Hampshire June 29, 2015
The quiet little town of Hamptonville had been mostly untouched by the ongoing struggle between NUSA and Canada. Now, it was the first place to be invaded in the Canadian counter-offensive.
Sergeant John Cordell was currently crouched behind a wall with the rest of his squad, engaging in a firefight with American troops. Disturbingly, none of the soldiers being engaged by Cordell's unit appeared to be over 15. Either NUSA is getting desperate, or their kids are just that crazy thought Cordell.
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Post by silentrunner on Jul 30, 2017 19:36:37 GMT
Dingle, Ireland June 30, 2015
Corporal Theodore Bachmann watched as the troops loaded onto the transport ships. The NUSA commanders in Ireland had jumped at the opportunity provided by the coup to abandon the doomed defense of the island.
Bachmann knew that the forces in Ireland were the only ones obeying the command to return home. He wondered if the 220,000 ragged troops would be enough to save the heartland.
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Post by silentrunner on Jul 30, 2017 19:36:54 GMT
Shicagwa, Iowai July 1, 2015
"I'll ask you again" said Agent Michael Stanton as he blackjacked Colonel Means in the jaw. "Where are you holding the president?"
Means spit up blood before replying. "I already told you" he sputtered. "He's shacked up on some island in the Caribbean with some broad!"
Stanton groaned. ORRA had been working on Means for a week, and still he refused to divulge the president's location.
"Very well" said Stanton. "I'll come back in an hour and see if you've remembered correctly."
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Post by silentrunner on Jul 30, 2017 19:44:41 GMT
HMS Valhalla The Atlantic Ocean July 2, 2015
Commander George Camden watched the ASDIC screen closely. The old submarine was one of many hunting the transport ships leaving Ireland. The junta currently ruling NUSA had apparently outright refused to risk any of their warships on escort duty, so they only had onboard helicopters to guard against submarines.
Camden smiled as he watched the crew at work. He remembered when he had first taken command of Valhalla. His cousin Martin was the executive officer of HMS Astute. Camden should have been jealous, being assigned to an elderly Vanguard-class sub while his cousin served on the flashy new sub class. But he didn't care.
Suddenly, a contact showed up on the ASDIC screen. "You know what to do" Camden told his crew. Several minutes later, NUSAS Cuba turned turtle and disappeared beneath the waves, taking nearly 1,200 soldiers with her.
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Post by silentrunner on Jul 30, 2017 19:44:56 GMT
Portland, Massachusetts July 2, 2015
Charles Oswald III had to leave. The Canadians were slowly encroaching on Portland, despite dogged resistance from both the army and citizen militias. Charles had selected Baltimore, Maryland as his new capital.
His private plane was fully loaded, with his family on board. As he took off, Charles took one last look at the city behind him, certain it would be the last time he saw it intact.
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Post by silentrunner on Jul 30, 2017 19:45:31 GMT
Shicagwa, Iowai July 4, 2015
"We finally got Means to divulge the president's location" said Agent Stanton to ORRA Sky Marshal Jared Taylor.
"What did he say?" asked Taylor.
"The president is being held at Robertson AFB in Richmond" replied Stanton. "Turns out they kept him there ever since his so-called mental breakdown."
Taylor banged his fist on the desk. "Son of a bitch!" he yelled. "They've been holding him under our noses this whole time!"
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Post by silentrunner on Jul 30, 2017 19:46:09 GMT
Robertson AFB Richmond, Virginia July 4, 2015
Richard Oswald lied curled up on the cot in his cell, trying futilely to catch some sleep.
As he stared at the wall, Oswald burned with anger at the coup plotters. He was the one who had gotten them into their present positions after the November 2014 coup, and this was how they repaid him.
Traitors, every last one of them he thought. If I ever get out of here, I'll make them regret they were ever born.
Suddenly, he heard gunfire. Oswald bolted up in his bed as the sounds of fighting filled the base above him. After several minutes, a group of armed men burst into the brig. Their leader shone a flashlight into Oswald's cell.
"Mr. President" he said as he unlocked the cell door. "We're here to get you out."
"Oh thank God" said Oswald. "Who sent you, anyway?"
"ORRA, sir" replied the leader.
"Good" said Oswald as he stepped out of the cell. "We've got work to do."
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Post by silentrunner on Jul 30, 2017 19:46:30 GMT
Shicagwa, Iowai July 4, 2015
General Goldfein was reading his favorite novel in his office when the telephone rang. "Who is this?" he asked.
"It's Admiral Hunt" said the voice on the other end. "I have some bad news."
"How bad?" asked Goldfein.
"ORRA raided Robertson AFB" said Hunt. "They left with Richard Oswald."
Goldfein threw a glass of water against the wall. "God DAMMIT!" he yelled.
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Post by silentrunner on Jul 30, 2017 19:47:05 GMT
Richmond, Virginia July 4, 2015
"Good evening, my fellow Americans. It is I, your faithful president Richard Oswald. Many of you have probably been wondering where I've been these past two weeks. The truth is that a group of traitorous military officers imprisoned me and then proceeded to rule in my name. But the godly men of ORRA were able to free me."
"Rest assured, ORRA is hunting down the men responsible for the coup right now. All of those who spread defeatism and treason will be exterminated. All hail!"
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Post by silentrunner on Jul 30, 2017 19:47:24 GMT
Nieuw Breda, Indonesia July 6, 2015
Chancellor Beckers stared gloomily at the map of New Guinea on the table. The so-called "Commonwealth of Australia" had pretty much conquered of the island. Only the Bird's Head Peninsula in the northwest remained in Indonesian hands.
"What do you suggest we do about this, Mr. Chancellor?" asked General Erik Fortuyn. Beckers sighed. "Tell the boys in Nieuw-Guinea to hold out. Even if they can't push the enemy back, they'll at least buy enough time for us to fortify the defenses in the rest of our territory."
As Fortuyn left the room, Beckers felt a migraine coming on. He reached for his bottle of painkillers. Beckers's wife had warned him he was getting addicted, but he didn't care-right now, he needed a fix for the pain.
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Post by silentrunner on Jul 30, 2017 19:47:52 GMT
Columbia, South Carolina July 7, 2015
"So my brother is alive and contesting the Presidency?" Oswald asked. He had "requisitioned" the mayor's office. His supporters had prevailed upon him not to return to Shicagwa or Philadelphia, due to the encroaching Canadian army.
"Yes, sir" said Sky Marshal Taylor. "He claims you usurped your father and had him killed."
"He's half right" said Oswald. "To tell, the truth, I was perfectly happy ruling from the shadows, but then the old man had to go and die on me. But enough about that. We need to deal with the coup plotters."
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