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Post by silentrunner on Jul 30, 2017 13:12:43 GMT
London, United Kingdom
March 18, 2015
Daniel Mulhall, Irish High Commissioner to the United Kingdom, looked up from his desk as Prime Minister Ranganathan walked in.
"So, is that book I gave you helping you out any?" asked Ranganathan. The book in question, a history of this world's Ireland-had been "procured" from one of the many American settlements in Ireland. The book had found its way into Ranganathan's hands, who had subsequently given it to Mulhall so that he could learn about what had happened to his homeland.
Mulhall nodded. "Putting aside the author's obvious hatred of the Irish people" he said "I've found it very informative-and depressing."
"Indeed" said Ranganathan. "It seems that this world's Ireland had a fairly happy history after breaking away from Britain. It prospered under a line of Bonaparte monarchs. Then the World War came. Ireland was invaded and occupied by England. Even worse, the island was poisoned by chemical and biological weapons released by English bombing. After the war ended, the island was left to fall into anarchy. Clans battled each other for land and resources. Finally, in 1965, NUSA took it upon themselves to 'restore order' by invading. Ireland's native population was subjected to genocide-save for a few thousand who were herded into villages so American citizens could come and look down on their 'degenerate lifestyles'."
Mulhall shook his head. "That's just sick" he said.
Ranganathan turned to leave. "I have one more question" said Mulhall.
"What?" replied Ranganathan.
"What do you plan on doing with Ireland once you've driven NUSA out?"
Ranganathan sighed. "We're not sure just yet."
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Post by silentrunner on Jul 30, 2017 13:13:16 GMT
Bakersburg-formerly Galway, Ireland
March 18, 2015
Private Greg Flaherty slowly walked across the street, rifle at the ready. His company had just concluded a firefight with an American militia. As the American army had been driven south, civilian militias had sprung up behind the British line of advance. These were not trained soldiers, but ordinary people armed with nothing more than a rifle and fanatical patriotism.
Suddenly, Flaherty heard a woman's voice calling for help. Out of the corner of his eye, he spotted a young woman lying near an abandoned car. The woman was holding her stomach and appeared to be in severe pain. Looks like a noncombatant who got caught in the crossfire. As he got closer to the woman to render aid, however, she suddenly revealed a grenade. Flaherty barely had time to get back before the explosive detonated, killing the woman and showering Flaherty with shrapnel.
Jesus Christ Flaherty thought as he staggered off to find a medic. These people are crazy about killing as much as us as possible.
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Post by silentrunner on Jul 30, 2017 13:13:47 GMT
Shigacwai, Iowai
March 20, 2015
"So, what's the situation in Ireland right now?" asked Richard Oswald as he and Secretary Brownback sat down with General Raymond Schroeder.
Schroeder sighed. "Not very good" he replied. "By now, two-thirds of the island is under enemy control. Right now, Andersonville* is under siege. The boys there are fighting bravely, but we're not sure how much longer they can hold out."
"What should we do about this situation?" asked Brownback.
Schroeder stared ahead for a moment before delivering his answer. "I think it's best that we abandon Ireland and redeploy the troops currently there to more important theaters."
"Say WHAT?" shrieked Oswald. "Our boys paid in blood to secure that island back in '65, and you're suggesting we just leave it to the enemy?"
"He's right" said Brownback. "As it stands, Ireland is very close to the enemy-they can send men in there more easily than we can. Holding onto it would be a waste of men and materiel. The men we've got stationed there would be more useful trying to take back our territory up north."
"So you're taking his side now?" Oswald asked. "All those boys who bled and died in '65 must be rolling in their graves like a pig on a spit!"
"Think about it" pleaded Schroeder. "We can always come back after the enemy is destroyed. If we-"
"SHUT UP YOU DEFEATIST SCUM!" shouted Oswald as he drew a pistol from his drawer and shot Schroeder once in the throat. Schroeder held his hands to his throat, gagging as blood seeped from between his fingers, before slumping over in his chair.
Brownback stared at Oswald in shock. "The hell did you just do?" he blurted out.
"Rid our Armed Forces of a dead weight" replied Oswald.
* OTL Dublin
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Post by silentrunner on Jul 30, 2017 13:14:34 GMT
Anti-Rome
Shicagwa, Iowai
March 21, 2015
"Reverend?" Reverend-Colonel William Franklin Graham turned from his baseball game with his great-great-grandson Joseph. "What is it?" he asked cheerfully.
The maid frowned. "You really shouldn't stress your aged body like that" she said firmly. Graham laughed. "It's not like tossing a little ball is gonna kill me" he said. "In the light of recent events, I know God has kept me around this long for a reason."
"Recent events?" the maid asked. "What do you mean?"
"We are in the End Times, my friend" Graham said gravely as he sat down. "This new enemy we are facing is obviously the Antichrist."
"The Antichrist?" the maid gasped.
Graham nodded. "How else do you think they could have so much success? They clearly had Satan's help." he replied. "Now listen, in the coming days America will surely suffer more losses. More and more believers will either die or fall to the side of evil. Eventually, it'll seem like America is doomed, and the Antichrist is going to prevail. But, when the situation is at its darkest, Our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ will come and smite down Satan and his forces, and establish his kingdom on Earth."
The maid nodded. "Does anyone know the identity of the man leading the enemy?" she asked. "I've heard rumors that they are led by a Hindustani."
"All the more evidence of Satan's involvement" said Graham. "A simple dusky-skinned Indian could not have become the leader of such a vast and powerful nation without supernatural assistance."
La Loche, Saskatchewan
The old man and his family had come this far north to get away from the bombing and ground war to the south.
The man reminisced on the events that had led him to this point. He had originally came to Canada as a young man in the 1930s, one of many Americans fleeing the brutality of the UAPR. Over the years, he had watched his homeland turn away from the faith of its forefathers and towards the insanity of communism. In the meantime, he had become one of Canada's most beloved religious leaders. He had acted as a beacon of hope to other American expatriates and made friends with many powerful people. Now, one such person was talking with him now on his front porch.
"It just seems so unreal" said Prime Minister Trudeau "that a benevolent God could allow a world with a nation as powerful and evil as NUSA to exist."
The old man smiled. "God's word is clear" he replied. "The wicked will get what's coming to them in time, no matter how much they prosper before then."
"Then that makes us the instrument of God's vengeance" said Trudeau. "I think I'm beginning to understand why we were brought here." He got up from his seat. "I gotta go, now. It's been nice talking with you, Reverend."
"We're not in a public place, you know" The old man smiled. "Call me Billy, Justin."
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Post by silentrunner on Jul 30, 2017 13:14:54 GMT
Shicagwa, Iowai
March 25, 2015
"Hello? Randal?" Sam Brownback was phoning his Under-Secretary, Randal Paul, who was currently in Philadelphia.
"What is it, Sam?" answered Paul.
"It's about Sky Marshal Oswald" said Brownback.
"What about him?" asked Paul.
"He's gotta go" said Brownback. "His decisions are gonna make us lose this war."
"But you're supposed to be in charge" said Paul. "Can't you just override his orders?"
Brownback groaned. "I may make most of the decisions" he replied "but Oswald technically outranks me. He could easily override my orders if he wanted to. And he's been taking advantage of his authority to steer our military on the road to disaster."
"Alright then" said Paul "What is Oswald doing that makes us have to remove him?"
"The war in Ireland" replied Brownback. "He keeps insisting that we hold onto the island even though it's way too close to the enemy and our forces there are losing. He keeps yammering on about honoring the sacrifices of those who fought to secure the island back in the '60s, but all he's doing is throwing our men's lives away for nothing. Besides, the troops in Ireland right now would be better used for defeating the enemy on our doorstep up north, which poses a far greater threat than Great Britain 3000 miles away. General Schroeder tried to explain it to him, and got a bullet in the jugular for his troubles."
"Schroeder?" Paul asked in shock. "I thought his brother-in-law murdered him over an unsettled debt."
"That was just a cover story" said Brownback. "I didn't want to share Schroeder's fate, so I just went along with Oswald's decision. Anyway, I fear that Ireland may be only the tip of the iceberg. There's no telling what other boneheaded decisions Oswald will make. He has to be removed."
"How are you gonna convince him to step aside?" asked Paul.
"I'm not 'asking' him" Brownback replied. "I'd end up like Schroeder if I did. The only way Richard Oswald is leaving office is in a casket. I'll be coming to Philadelphia soon to discuss the details."
"All right" said Paul "see you soon."
"Same here" said Brownback before he hung up.
Neither man realized that Oswald's agents had been listening in on their conversation.
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Post by silentrunner on Jul 30, 2017 13:15:38 GMT
Shicagwa, Iowai
March 25, 2015
"We only have about 20 minutes before Brownback reaches the hangar" said the lead agent as they approached Brownback's private jet "so let's work quickly." The agents had disguised themselves as maintenance personnel to get access to the jet.
Two agents opened the air-stair door and entered the jet's cabin. One agent went to the aft pressure bulkhead in the rear of the plane. The agent took out a drill with a rivet removal tool, selected a random row of rivets, and got to work loosening them. Once all the rivets in that row had been sufficiently loosened, the agents left the plane.
20 minutes later
"Are you sure you want to fly to Philadelphia?" Brownback's pilot asked as they approached the plane. "After all, civilian air travel has been grounded due to the war in the air."
Brownback nodded briskly. "This is urgent" he said. "Besides, I've ordered the Aeroforce to provide fighter escort."
"Whatever you say" replied the pilot. The flight crew entered the aircraft, followed by Brownback and two aides.
The plane taxied to the runway and lifted off into the afternoon sky. As the jet climbed to its cruising altitude of 30,000 feet, things seemed normal at first. But when the plane reached 15,000 feet, the bulkhead rivets loosened by the agent gave way, tearing a hole in the bulkhead. Instantly, the pressurized air from the passenger cabin rushed into the tail section of the plane. The plane's vertical stabilizer was ripped off by the blast of air, carrying the T-tail horizontal stabilizer with it. Without the tail section to keep the nose up, the plane pitched downward into a 75-degree dive, spinning like a top as it plunged to its doom. All of the plane's occupants were incapacitated by the massive G-forces, so they felt nothing when the plane slammed into a suburban backyard at nearly 520 MPH. The massive impact shattered the plane like porcelain, spreading small bits of metal for miles around.
Four Hours Later
"Good evening, my fellow Americans. I have some terrible news. Samuel Dale Brownback, Secretary of the Office of Racial and Religious Affairs, perished today when his plane was shot down by enemy fighters just outside of Shicagwa. The fighter escort meant for the arrived too late to save him, though they were able to avenge him by shooting down one of the fighters. Brownback will forever be remembered for his service to God and Country and his wise leadership of ORRA. His death is a huge blow to America and its people.
In a separate tragedy, Brownback's Under-Secretary, Randal Howard Paul, killed his wife and two teenage sons before killing himself. Paul's eldest son says that his father was struggling with depression in the preceding days, and may have finally snapped. He will be remembered as dedicated patriot who was ultimately felled by his inner demons.
Because of Brownback and Paul's courageous service, I feel that any replacements for their position would be inadequate to the men themselves. Therefore, the office of Secretary of ORRA is henceforth abolished. All of the Secretary's Duties shall be transferred to the Sky Marshal-my son, Richard Oswald. Having raised Richard into the man he is today, I have great confidence in his leadership abilities in this time of crisis. Good night, and All Hail!"
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Post by silentrunner on Jul 30, 2017 13:16:04 GMT
Normandy, former France
March 31, 2015
"HAHAHAHA, take that you Inferior animals!" yelled Private Thaddeus Morrison as he unloaded his machine-gun onto the village below. Morrison and the rest of his buddies had been assigned to clear out insurgents from their helicopter. Now the insurgents were all dead, so Morrison and his crew were now spending their remaining time and ammunition on the unfortunate residents of the village.
"Man, those Inferiors sure do bleed good!" said Morrison's pilot, Lieutenant Mark Harrington. "Almost enough to make you think they're human."
"It's too bad we can't hear their screams from up here" said Morrison. He grinned as a little girl was struck by several .50-caliber bullets, smearing her guts on the ground below."We really shouldn't be wasting ammunition like this" said Sergeant Adam Wills.
"The fuck did you just say?" said Morrison icily.
"Think about it" said Willis "with enemy submarines threatening supply lines between America and its occupied territories in Europe, ammo is getting hard to come by. We should use our ammo wisely. Shooting Inferior noncombatants may be satisfying, but it leaves less ammo to use on those who actually shoot back."
Morrison sighed. "Since you put it that way" he said "let's go back to base." As the helicopter turned around, Morrison fired one last burst at a limping old man, grinning as the geezer's insides spilled out.
30 Minutes later
"What took you so long to get back?" asked Major Rufus Kohl as Morrison and his friends exited the helicopter.
"We decided to linger a little while and kill more villagers" replied Morrison.
"Good, good" said Kohl "Did you clear out the entire village?"
"No sir" said Willis "I told the rest of the crew that shooting non-combatants was a waste of ammo."
"A waste of ammo?" Kohl repeated angrily. "An Inferior is an Inferior, regardless of whether or not they're holding a rifle. If you have a chance to kill as many of them as possible and pass it up, then you're not a true American!"
Instantly, Kohl drew his pistol and shot Willis twice in the head. The sergeant slumped over dead instantly. Kohl looked at the rest of the terrified camp. "This is a friendly reminder" he said "To those thinking of shirking their duties as American soldiers."
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Post by lordroel on Jul 30, 2017 13:28:06 GMT
You are on a roll silentrunner.
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Post by silentrunner on Jul 30, 2017 15:19:50 GMT
Shicagwa, Iowai
April 1, 2015
"Greetings, my fellow Americans" said Richard Oswald from his office as the camera went live. "Today, I bring tragic news. Charles Oswald II, our beloved President, was found dead in his bed this morning. The exact cause of death has not been determined, but the coroner has assured me that there was no sign of foul play"
Within seconds of Oswald announcing his father's death, every American watching him at that moment was overcome by grief. The sounds of sobbing filled every home and street as citizens poured out their grief over their beloved leader. A few even attempted suicide, apparently deciding life wasn't worth living without old Charlie around.
"My father will always be remembered for his wise and courageous leadership" continued Oswald. "Just like his father before him, he led our nation to greater and greater heights."
"The late president's will called for him to be succeeded by his eldest son, my brother Charles Oswald III. Unfortunately, the younger Charles has been missing since November 14. Without him to take the helm as leader, I have unilaterally decided to declare myself President of the New United States of America."
"No doubt, some of you are anxious about our nation undergoing a change in leadership during our ongoing war with those who stole our territory. I assure you that as your president, I will win this war and take back all that has been stolen from America."
"So, do not weep for my late father, but look back with pride on the time when he was with us. I resolve to follow in those footsteps and continue to bring our nation victory. Good bye, and All Hail!"
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Post by silentrunner on Jul 30, 2017 15:20:40 GMT
Powellsburg, Alaska
April 2, 2015
Private Casey O'Hanrahan ducked behind a car as bullets headed his way. When the fire temporarily stopped, he popped up to shoot at the enemy soldiers.
Before the event, Powellsburg had been another sleepy town in the vast expanses of Alaska. Now, it was the site of Canada's first true offensive against the NUSA.
Suddenly, O'Hanrahan spotted what looked like a delivery truck speeding towards the Canadian line. Instantly, he took aim and fired at the driver through the windshield. The private's aim was true, as the truck veered away from O'Hanrahan and his comrades and impacted a building-where it promptly exploded, no doubt haven been laden with explosives.
O'Hanrahan wasn't even sure if the driver of the truck was a soldier or a fanatical American civilian.
It would prove to be a harbinger of what awaited the Canadians.
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Post by silentrunner on Jul 30, 2017 15:20:59 GMT
Edmundston, New Brunswick
April 5, 2015
It was lunchtime in one of the many prisons holding American POWs.
Corporal David Yetarian was delivering a meal to one such POW. "Here's your lunch" Yetarian said as he slid the tray through an opening in the cell door before closing said opening. "Brought to you by Canadian hospitality".
"Fuck your hospitality" growled the prisoner. "We will destroy all of you 'Canadians', Slavic motherfucker."
"Slavic?" Yetarian repeated. "I'm Armenian, you idiot."
The prisoner crossed his arms. "So?" he replied "Armenians are Slavs. My teacher told me so."
"The hell we aren't!" shouted Yetarian. "Your teacher is a jackass. Not only are you guys insane, you're also fucking ignorant." Yetarian turned and left, leaving the prisoner to eat his lunch.
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Post by silentrunner on Jul 30, 2017 15:21:42 GMT
New York City, New York
April 5, 2015
Admiral Evan Matthews inspected the fleet before him. One aircraft carrier, three battleships, five cruisers, and six destroyers.
President Oswald had called for reinforcements to Ireland. Matthews's job was to escort the transports and clear any naval resistance.
Everybody was talking as if it were nothing. From what he had seen and heard of the enemy navy so far, Admiral Matthews knew better. For some reason he thought I feel like a condemned man marching to the firing squad.
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Post by silentrunner on Jul 30, 2017 15:23:20 GMT
NUSAS Guadalajara
The Atlantic Ocean
April 7, 2015
36 hours into their voyage, Admiral Matthews's fleet had not ran into any opposition, either on the surface, from the sky, or under the surface.
The last part was what really worried Matthews. He had requested more destroyers and frigates, only to be told that NUSAS James K. Polk's complement of 15 Martin S-5 Dugong ASW aircraft were sufficient to back up his escorts.
Matthews had no idea that he was being shadowed by a submarine at that moment. HMS Upholder was following the fleet from behind, relaying information back to Scapa Flow. The Royal Navy was preparing a force of their own to meet the Americans...
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Post by silentrunner on Jul 30, 2017 15:24:33 GMT
HMS Prince of Wales
Scapa Flow, Scotland, United Kingdom
April 7, 2015
The massive carrier slowly moved out of the harbor and into the open ocean. She was to be accompanied by her sister ship HMS Indomitable, the battleships HMS Nelson and HMS Rodney*, the cruisers HMS Valiant and HMS Black Prince, five destroyers, and three frigates.
It was pretty obvious to Rear Admiral Isaac Morton that the Americans were looking for a fight. Well, he was certainly going to give them one.
* The modern Lion-class, not the 1920s originals.
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Post by silentrunner on Jul 30, 2017 15:44:11 GMT
NUSAS Guadalajara
The Atlantic Ocean, southeast of Ireland
April 8, 2015
Both the troop transports and Matthews's warships were getting close to Ireland. So far, their journey had gone by without a hitch. Perhaps this operation will be a success after all thought Matthews.
Those hopes were shattered when a sailor came to the bridge. "Enemy contacts coming in from the north!"
The radar contacts were picked up by all of the ships in the fleet. NUSAS James K. Polk launched 20 F-72 fighters to meet the enemy aircraft. The rest of the fleet readied their missiles.
HMS Prince of Wales
The first strike had been launched and was making its way towards the American fleet. Prince of Wales had launched 20 Rapiers while Indomitable launched 24 Typhoons.
"The strike should be reaching the Americans any minute now" said Prince of Wales's commanding officer, Captain Nigel Walton. "Should we launch a second strike now?"
"They only have a single flattop" said Morton. "One wave should be enough to knock it out of the fight. Then, we'll close in and finish off the other ships with our big guns."
Captain Walton grinned. "You just can't resist a dreadnought battle, can you?"
NUSAS Guadalajara
The American fighters met the oncoming strike about 100 miles out from Matthews's fleet. Lieutenant Charles Miller's F-72 was the first to fire on the incoming Brits. In the ensuing exchange of missiles, 12 F-72s were blotted from the sky in exchange for five Rapiers and four Typhoons.
As the remaining British aircraft closed in, Matthews ordered Guadalajara and the other ships to fire missiles. Three Rapiers were lost to the battleship's SAMs. The rest carried on their attack.
James K. Polk naturally was the biggest target. The carrier received three missile hits. Her crew had been fueling and arming aircraft at the time of the hits. History repeated itself as the entire ship was rocked by multiple explosions. Within minutes, Polk was burning from stem to stern. Why the hell did we not bring more flattops? thought Matthews as he watched the inferno from Guadalajara.
The battleships also got plenty of attention from the British. NUSAS Charlotte Baker was struck by two missiles in her superstructure. The hits caused massive fires, but more importantly, they destroyed her bridge and killed both her commanding officer and her helmsman, leaving the behemoth with no one to steer her. The huge ship ended up colliding with the destroyer NUSAS Oshkosh, snapping off Oshkosh's bow and tearing a huge gash in Baker's hull, allowing the Atlantic to rush in. NUSAS Charles Goodyear I was struck by three 907-kg bombs, causing her reactor to begin leaking radiation.
Last of all, the cruisers Prudent and Trustworthy were both crippled by bomb hits to their engines, and the crippled Oshkosh was finished off by no less than five bombs.
Satisfied that they had sufficiently damaged the Americans, the British pilots returned to their carriers.
NUSAS Guadalajara
It can't get any worse than this thought Admiral Matthews as he assessed the situation. James K. Polk was finished-her commanding officer had ordered scuttling charges set, and the surviving crew members were steadily abandoning the blazing carrier. Charlotte Baker and Charles Goodyear I had both been sent back home, the latter already registering dangerously high radiation levels. The only big guns left in the fleet now were those of Matthews's flagship Guadalajara.
Matthews had already ordered the troop transports to turn back-he didn't want to waste the lives of the men onboard. Accompanying them were the destroyer Bakersburg, carrying survivors from Oshkosh, while the transports had made extra room for survivors from Prudent and Trustworthy. The crew of Polk were currently boarding the destroyer Atlanta.
Finally, the last sailor from the sinking carrier was lifted onto Atlanta's deck. The destroyer was sent away, leaving Matthews with just the cruiser Rapid and the destroyers Richmond, Bangor, and Harrisburg.
"What do we do now, sir?" asked Guadalajara's commanding officer, Captain Samuel Jensen. Matthews sighed. "We take the fight to the enemy" he said with a heavy heart.
Any other response, and Matthews was sure one of the ship's crew would have shot him then and there.
HMS Prince of Wales
"Sir, the enemy ships are getting closer" said a sailor in the carrier's battlebridge.
"They must itching for an asskicking" said Morton. He got on the radio with Commodore Stephen Crawford on HMS Rodney. "Go forth and engage" he ordered. "My ship and Indomitable will hang back with the frigates."
"Roger" replied Crawford.
The two battleships moved towards the enemy fleet, followed by the cruisers and destroyers. Rodney opened fire first at a range of 20 miles, followed by Nelson and the cruisers.
NUSAS Guadalajara
The battleship's 12 16-inch guns opened fire as she was straddled by shells from the British ships. No sooner had Guadalajara gotten a bead on the targets than one 16-inch shell landed on her deck forward of the bridge. Admiral Matthews narrowly avoided being hit by flying shrapnel. Captain Jensen was not so lucky, as he was decapitated by a giant shard of metal.
HMS Nelson
"Get down" yelled a sailor as a 16-inch shell impacted the bow forward of the A turret. The ship shuddered as more 16 and 8-inch shells found their mark. But Nelson was giving as good as she got. Already, one American cruiser had gone dead in the water after multiple hits.
NUSAS Guadalajara
Matthews's flagship continued to weather the storm of shells. Already, the cruiser Clever had reported fatal damage to her engines and the destroyer Providence was rapidly flooding from several hits near her waterline. Matthews wanted to give the order to withdraw, but he knew it was hopeless. A bullet from an officer's sidearm would kill him just as dead as a shell from one of the battleships.
HMS Rodney
"Sir, the destroyer Lyster has reported that her engines have died after multiple hits" said a sailor to Commodore Crawford. "The ship is clearly in sinking condition."
"Tell Lyster's men to abandon ship" replied Crawford. "The destroyer Hotspur will pick them up." In the meantime, the rest of the flotilla continued to fire on the American force.
NUSAS Guadalajara
Matthews's flagship was doomed, and he knew it. Several shells had breached the ship's citadel and struck her vital machinery, cutting her speed in half. Already, several sailors were coming down with radiation sickness from a leaking reactor. Two of her three quadruple turrets had jammed. The third was getting less and less hits as her targeting equipment had been destroyed by the relentless shelling.
The destroyers Syracuse and Camden both continued to fire vigorously, their damage relatively minor. The sight of the two smaller ships keeping up the fight filled him with pride, but he knew his fleet was doomed.
With that, Matthews gave the saddest order a ship's captain could give. "Open up the seacocks" he said calmly "and prepare to abandon ship".
HMS Rodney
"Sir, the enemy battleship appears to be sinking" said Rodney's CO, Captain Moses Rutherford. "Men are climbing into lifeboats".
"Good" said Crawford. "Our supply of shells is starting to run low."
NUSAS Guadalajara
Matthews spotted a young man who appeared to be having trouble with his life vest.
"What's wrong" asked Matthews as he walked up to the youth.
"Damn thing won't inflate" replied the sailor.
Matthews studied the teenage sailor for a second. "How old are you, son?"
"19" replied the sailor.
You sure don't look 19 thought Matthews. He put the boy's age closer to 14-15. "Here, have my vest" he said as he handed his vest to the sailor.
The teenager looked at Matthews in shock. "You're not evacuating?" he asked in shock.
Matthews shook his head sadly. "I can't go home after this" he said sadly. "If I do, I'll end up in front of a firing squad like that Ballance fellow after the loss of Ailes. By going down with the ship, I'll at least be regarded as a hero by the government."
The young sailor saluted. "Yes, sir" he replied as he walked away to join the other sailors crowding onto the lifeboats, leaving Matthews alone on the bridge. He radioed one last order to the two remaining destroyers, telling them to disengage and head back to port after picking up Guadalajara's survivors. Matthews then sat down in his captain's chair and lit up a cigarette, calmly waiting for the waters to come in.
HMS Rodney
"We did it!" shouted a sailor jubilantly. "The American dreadnought is sinking!"
"Excellent work, men" said Commodore Crawford. "Now let's get back to Scapa Flow."
Shicagwai, Iowai
"Mr. President, I have good news and bad news" said Oswald's secretary.
"Give me the bad news first" said Oswald.
"Well, the fleet we sent to cover the troop convoy to Ireland was intercepted and defeated before reaching its destination. James K. Polk and Guadalajara were sunk in a naval battle along with three cruisers and four destroyers. Charlotte Baker was torpedoed and sank by a submarine while en route back to New York, along with two troop transports."
"Goddammit!" yelled Oswald. "Where is Admiral Matthews now? I'll have his head for this!"
"He went down with his flagship, sir" replied the secretary.
"Serves the fool right" grunted Oswald. "At least we have another martyr in our fight to whoop up the people. Now give me the good news."
"Well, our army has finally established a beachhead on the western end of Grand Bahama" said the secretary.
Oswald perked up. "That's a good thing to hear" he said excitedly. "How much progress have they made?"
The secretary sighed. "Very little, to be honest" she said. "The enemy forces have been resisting fiercely, and our soldiers are suffering terribly from enemy air attacks."
"At least its something" sighed Oswald.
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Post by steve59 on Jul 30, 2017 17:39:35 GMT
silentrunner Interesting clash. I presume the British empire from the description and TL name is from Trekaddict's Again all Odds TL? Glad you gave the run down of the background from the Mad-World their now in. Is that from another universe somewhere or your own creation? You may have made the NUSA forces and especially their leaders a bit too stupid and vicious. Although given their previous dominance Lord Action's rule could well be coming into play. I like the way you have a basis for the AAO's universe having no nuclear missiles but does the Mad universe not have any? Given the nature of the regime and the defeats its been suffering how long before they use their own nuclear weapons, of whatever format? Can you give any figures on the relative populations of the two alliances? The NUSA occupies a lot of land but given its policies it could have a lot less population and be rather inbred, both genetically and culturally. The latter could be a reason why their forces seem to be markedly inferior to the AAO's ones so far. I would say in the last clash that Admiral Morton should be under investigation or at least formally repremanded. His forces won but not launching a 2nd air strike risked a hell of a lot of men and ships and given the nature of the war the empire is engaged in they shouldn't be considering giving the enemy any chance. Just a question related to this. Are the AAO capital ships nuclear powered as well? One problem for the empire is that while its wasteful for the NUSA to try and reinforce Ireland - or at least from N America - trying to protect the British Caribbean is going to be very difficult and probably costly. Although given the fate of the population of any area that falls under NUSA control it would be politically disasterous not to try.  Anyway looking forward to seeing more. Guessing that fron the amount your written in the last day this started off somewhere else? Probably on AH I suspect. Welcome here.  PS Forgot to say. Loved the cameo's from Jimmy Carter and was that Billy Graham? Steve |
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Post by silentrunner on Jul 30, 2017 18:10:22 GMT
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Post by silentrunner on Jul 30, 2017 18:10:57 GMT
Portland, Massachusetts*
April 9, 2015
"This has gone on for too long."
Charles Oswald III put down his newspaper. The eldest son of the late President had been on the run for five months. The day before ORRA launched their coup, a friend of his within the organization warned him that his younger brother was planning to kill him as part of the coup. In response, Charles had quickly gone into hiding with his wife and two sons. Now, they were living under assumed names in a New England suburb just outside of Portland.
"That fool is gonna lead our great nation down the path to ruin" said Charles through his teeth. His wife Miranda put down her cookbook and looked at him. "Why blame him?" she asked. "He's only been president for a week."
Charles narrowed his eyes. "He may have only officially become president now" he replied "but he's probably been making the decisions from behind the scenes ever since the coup. He probably got tired of that, and decided to take power openly. I know the man-he's egotistical, self-righteous, and convinced of his own genius despite all evidence to the contrary. And now's he taken the reins of our country at the worst possible time. Richard Oswald is the leader America neither needs nor deserves."
"So, what are you gonna do about it?" asked Miranda.
Charles smirked. "I don't have to do anything" he said. "As long as Ricky keeps fucking up, both the people and the Council of Jehovah are gonna get increasingly angry with him. And when their anger reaches a boiling point, they'll simply boot him from the Presidency. When that happens, I'll reveal myself and take the helm, putting an end to Ricky's shitshow."
Miranda raised an eyebrow. "What about the war?" she asked. "What do you plan to do about the enemy?"
"I'll make peace with them" said Charles. "Then, while they get fat, dumb, and happy, we'll rebuild and prepare for round two. When the moment is right, we'll rise up and crush them and retake what they've stolen from us."
"Sounds like a plan" said Miranda.
* Maine never broke off from Massachusetts ITTL
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Post by silentrunner on Jul 30, 2017 18:11:16 GMT
HMAS Brisbane
The Pacific Ocean, south of New Caledonia
April 12, 2015
Captain Abercrombie watched as aircraft were brought up from the hangar and placed on the catapults for launch. They were gearing up for a strike on New Caledonia.
The Australian government had finally decided to take care of the remnants of their counterpart. Brisbane was there to provide air support to the invasion and eliminate the enemy's air power.
Abercrombie suspected that his ship's pilots would only face a small amount of resistance. After all, the island was still in anarchy after the assassination of their Acting President. Still, it never hurt to be prepared.
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Post by silentrunner on Jul 30, 2017 18:11:32 GMT
New Caledonia
April 12, 2015
Private Sean Evans slapped another clip into his assault rifle as he ducked behind a rock to avoid enemy fire.
Despite the infighting on the island that had occurred before their arrival, enough soldiers were still around to pose a challenge to the Australian invaders.
As Evans cautiously peaked out from behind his cover, the distinctive sound of the Supermarine Atlantis's engines filled his ears. The aircraft passed low over the battlefield, dropping a single air-to-ground missile on the enemy position opposite Evans and his company. Evans grinned as the poor sods looked up just in time to see the missile explode in their faces.
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