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Post by silentrunner on Jul 30, 2017 19:48:07 GMT
Nieuw Breda, Indonesia July 9, 2015
Chancellor Beckers stared at the map of Southeast Asia with bloodshot eyes. Defense Minister Karl Veldman was droning on about the situation, but Beckers was too lost in his pill-induced haze to follow along.
From the bits he could catch however, Beckers knew things were bad. They had become totally cut off from Indochina, and were now slowly being pushed towards the southern tip of Malaya. The Bird's Head Peninsula continued to hold, but they were starting to run low on resources.
Beckers put another painkiller in his mouth and downed it with a glass of water. Normally, he wouldn't openly pop pills during an official meeting, but right now he didn't care.
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Post by silentrunner on Jul 30, 2017 19:48:31 GMT
Knoxville, West Carolina July 10, 2015
The junta had left Shicagwa, since ORRA had made staying too dangerous. Going to Philadelphia was out of the question, due to the Canadian invasion. So General Goldfein and the rest of the junta had convened in Knoxville.
"So what do we do now?" asked Admiral Hunt. "With both Oswalds on the loose, our power base is starting to crumble."
"The president's popularity can't last long" said Goldfein. "With the Canadians on our soil now, he'll just keep on fucking up, and the people will get sick of him."
"We wouldn't be in this situation if the forces in Europe had obeyed our order to come home" said Brigadier General Daniel Schroeder. "As it was, only the forces in Ireland actually came back."
"And the enemy submarines ensured only a tenth of those soldiers actually made it all the way" Hunt reminded him. "Staying in Europe was actually the smart move."
"Listen" said Goldfein. "We can't stay together long. ORRA will track us down. Our only option is to split up and go underground. We'll resurface and take back power when Oswald falls for good."
"That's assuming he doesn't take all of America with him" said Schroeder.
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Post by silentrunner on Jul 30, 2017 19:48:50 GMT
Canberra, Australia July 14, 2015
"So" asked Prime Minister Shorten. "Where do we go after New Guinea is secured?"
General McClellan pointed at the island of Timor on the map. "Taking Timor will get us a stepping stone to Java much quicker than a long westward slog from New Guinea" he said. "In addition, the oilfields in the surrounding waters will be quite valuable in our hands."
"OK, then" said Shorten. "Timor it is."
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Post by silentrunner on Jul 30, 2017 19:49:07 GMT
Burlington, Vermont July 18, 2015
Major Joseph Harrington was totally drained. Harrington and his unit had been patrolling the streets of Burlington when they were ambushed by what looked to be a squad of kids. None of them looked over 14, some looked as young as 10. Harrington's unit had fought them off, and were currently attending to a survivor. The boy was making it difficult, screaming and kicking. "Get the hell off me, you un-American devils!" he shouted as a medic attempted to bandage a cut on his leg.
As the kid struggled, Harrington knew the Canadians would encounter more scenes like this in the future.
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Post by silentrunner on Jul 30, 2017 19:49:24 GMT
Bird's Head Peninsula, New Guinea July 27, 2015
General Jan Baars could no longer keep up the fight. His men were tired, hungry, and demoralized. The presence of RAAF aircraft made resupply impossible.
Baars knew the consequences of surrender would be dire, but he didn't care. It wasn't like he was going back home anyway.
So after sending a message to General David Magruder confirming his surrender, General Baars went into his tent, downed a bottle of lager, and blew his brains out with his revolver. Quite a few of his men, including some Republic of Australia troops who had escaped the final fall of their country, did the same.
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Post by silentrunner on Jul 30, 2017 19:50:08 GMT
Anti-Rome Shicagwa, Iowai July 31, 2015
"The Canadians are coming" said Reverend-Colonel Graham. "I can feel it."
"We should get out now" said his son Walter.
Graham shook his head. "You can leave" he said. "I'm staying here until the end."
"That's suicidal!" replied Walter.
Graham smiled. "You remember how God saved Jerusalem from the Assyrians?" he asked. "He'll save us the same way."
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Post by silentrunner on Jul 30, 2017 20:06:45 GMT
Dili, Timor August 1, 2015
Colonel Fredrik Hartog inspected his troops for the last time before deployment. The Australians had been spotted several miles off the southern coast and were estimated to make landfall within the hour.
"Gentlemen" he said. "As you know, the enemy will land on our shores any minute now. You will ensure that they never make it off the beaches."
"Yes sir!" they barked in unison. "We will keep the fatherland safe."
"That's what I expect" said Hartog. "Now go forth and do the white race proud!"
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Post by silentrunner on Jul 30, 2017 20:07:41 GMT
Boston Massachusetts August 1, 2015
The city was doomed. Mayor Robert Oswald II could feel it. It was the War of 1812 all over again.
The Canadians were getting closer. Most of the city's residents had fled south beforehand, determined not to be caught in the coming massacre.
Robert knew what the Canadians had in mind when they captured the city. But he had a "gift" for them, stored in the basement of city hall...
The city outskirts, three hours later...
General Philip McDonald looked through his binoculars at the city before him. The RCAF had spent the past week air-dropping pamphlets into the city, promising food, shelter, and medical care to any citizens who surrendered themselves to the coming Canadian forces. It was a humanitarian gesture that McDonald doubted was going to work.
Suddenly, McDonald spotted a dark blue sedan heading towards his position. A white flag was mounted on the roof antenna.
"Looks like they're coming out to surrender" said McDonald to his aid. "This may be less painful than we thought."
As the car pulled up, Mayor Robert Oswald II stepped out. "You think you can walk all over us and crush our spirit!" he boomed. "You think you can destroy the nation we've built for the past 200 years. But the American spirit will not break so easily! You see, we godly men and women have no fear of death. We will happily give our lives for our nation and Creator and go to our eternal reward." McDonald's eyes went wide as Robert held up what looked like a remote detonator. "Witness the true depth of American patriotism!" Robert thundered as he pressed the button.
Instantly, Boston was engulfed in a blinding flash. Robert Oswald, General McDonald, and his men were all annihilated by the blastwave as the familiar shape of a mushroom cloud rose over the inferno that the city had become.
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Post by silentrunner on Jul 30, 2017 20:08:14 GMT
Ottawa, Ontario August 1, 2015
Trudeau picked up the ringing phone. "Hello, Justin?" said the voice on the other end. "What is it?" replied Trudeau.
"This is General Hollande. I've got some terrible news. General Philip McDonald was sent to take the city of Boston."
"How did it go?" asked Trudeau.
Hollande took a deep breath. "Well, McDonald made it to the outskirts of the city, when-"-he took another deep breath "the Americans detonated a nuclear bomb. McDonald and his men were all killed in the blast."
"Son of a bitch" whispered Trudeau. "I never thought they'd go that far to stop us."
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Post by silentrunner on Jul 30, 2017 20:08:37 GMT
Newport News, Virginia August 1, 2015
"Good evening, America! I'm Dick Nixon Masters"
"And I'm Barbara Weir!"
"And this is... CHANNEL 1 NEWS' PUBLIC NEWSHOUR!"
"Due to the threat posed to Philadelphia" said Weir "We have moved to Newport News."
"Grave news from Massachusetts" said Masters "As a Canadian invasion force closed in on the city of Boston."
Weir picked up. "Rather than face the indignity of capture, the brave people of Boston detonated a nuclear weapon, heroically giving their lives in service to the nation."
"President Oswald has honored the fine men and women of Boston for their sacrifice. His uncle, Robert Oswald II, was mayor of the doomed city."
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Post by silentrunner on Jul 30, 2017 20:09:15 GMT
The South Atlantic August 2, 2015
Lieutenant Jed Sorenson's plane was doomed. The rest of his unit had already gone down in a futile attack on a British carrier. Sorenson himself was still airborne, but his A-82 Vulture was rapidly losing altitude.
As he wrestled with the controls, Sorenson suddenly spotted the enemy flattop. Sorenson remembered the the Australian pilot who had taken out an enemy ship by steering his crippled plane into it. That pilot had bailed out at the last second, but Sorenson was too low to safely eject before impact.
Sorenson took a deep breath and pushed the stick forward...
HMS Ark Royal
Captain Ball's eyes went wide as he saw the burning aircraft head straight for his ship. He had just enough time to mutter a quick prayer before the plane impacted the island in a nose-down, left wing-low attitude. Flaming shrapnel rained onto the flight deck as damage control crews scrambled for the firefighting equipment.
Able Seaman Jacob Fowler watched in disbelief from the flight deck. "Something tells me this won't be the last time we'll see such a spectacle" he said to another sailor beside him.
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Post by silentrunner on Jul 30, 2017 20:09:52 GMT
Johannesburg, South Africa August 7, 2015
President David Botha raised the beer bottle to his lips and took another sip. He tried not to think about the situation his country was in.
The stalemate in Bechuanaland and Rhodesia was still going on, with more and more young men being fed to the meat grinder. Things were even worse in the east, with Imperial troops having crossed the Zambezi river, cutting off Madagascar from the mainland and getting closer to the South African heartland.
Botha had appealed to NUSA for help. While the Americans had given South Africa extra materiel, they had refused to actually commit any forces, instead being pre-occupied in West Africa. Some allies you are thought Botha. Of course, he never actually vocalized his irritation to the Americans' faces.
"Would you like some more?" asked Botha's servant Alfons as he held out another bottle on a tray. "No thanks" replied Botha as he waved him off. Now there is a kaffir who knows his place thought Botha as Alfons left the room. As opposed to the animals butchering our boys.
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Post by silentrunner on Jul 30, 2017 20:10:17 GMT
London, United Kingdom August 9, 2015
Prime Minister Ranganathan sat down with Irish High Commissioner Daniel Mulhall, First Minister of Northern Ireland Simon O'Dwyer, and Secretary of State for Northern Ireland Ted Carnegie.
"Good news" said Carnegie. "With the end of the war in Ireland, we've finally worked out what to do with the island."
Ranganathan took over. "We've decided bring all the island under the control of Stormont. The Irish population is simply too small and underdeveloped to support an independent state."
Mulhall nodded. "So, the United Kingdom of Great Britain and Ireland is back after 93 years" he said.
O'Dwyer spoke up. "Some of the Unionists are rather uneasy with the sudden expansion of our Catholic population" he said. "They fear it could lead to a resurgence of Irish nationalism."
"Tell them not to worry" said Carnegie. "The native Irish population stands at less than 20,000, and they're not exactly in a condition for an organized revolt."
"What about the real elephant in the room?" asked Mulhall. "What do we do with the American colonists?"
Ranganathan sighed. "Right now, we have the colonists in internment facilities, so that they can't make trouble for our troops or the native Irish" he said. "When this war is over, we plan to repatriate them back to America."
"Labour isn't too happy with it" said Carnegie. "They're saying that interning the Americans is inhumane, comparing it to the interment of the Boers during the Second Boer War."
"What an asinine statement" said O'Dwyer. "We've done our best to ensure that the Americans have access to adequate food and medical care."
"They also think we should give Ireland independence" said Carnegie. "As if a bunch of impoverished agrarians who have been denied access to modern technology and infrastructure could form a viable state."
"Since when does anyone care what Labour thinks?" asked Ranganathan.
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Post by silentrunner on Jul 30, 2017 20:10:41 GMT
Nieuw Breda, Indonesia August 16, 2015
Chancellor Beckers was on the phone with Admiral Alfons Groot.
"The men on Timor are fighting valiantly" said Beckers " but we still need a plan in case the island falls."
"Yes sir" said Groot. "The Willem de Zwijger-class submarines are ready and available."
"Good" said Beckers. "Let's just hope things never come to that."
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Post by silentrunner on Jul 30, 2017 20:11:01 GMT
Columbia, South Carolina August 16, 2015
"I have some bad news, Mr. President" said Sky Marshal Taylor over the phone.
"Lay it on me" said Oswald.
"The state governments of New York, New Jersey, Maryland, and Delaware have all recognized your brother Charles Oswald III as the legitimate president of the New United States of America" said Taylor. "Apparently, his promises of peaces were enough to sway the states currently closest to the Canadian advance."
Oswald was silent for a moment. Then he began banging his fist against the wall. "Those traitors!" he screamed. "How dare they undermine our union in such a dangerous time?" He took several breaths before continuing on. "I'll teach them to betray me" he hissed.
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Post by silentrunner on Jul 30, 2017 20:11:12 GMT
Yonkers, New York August 16, 2015
It was a clear and calm summer day in New York's provisional capital of Yonkers-Albany had been abandoned due to the Canadian invasion. But that was about to change.
As citizens went about their day, a Martin B-88 strategic bomber approached the city, its flight crew in disbelief at what they were about to do. As the bomber flew over the center of the city, where the governor and state legislature had established themselves, its bay doors opened.
As the bomber sped away, Yonkers was consumed by a 50-kiloton explosion. The ensuing mushroom cloud was visible as far south as Newark.
The scene was repeated in Trenton, Dover, and Annapolis as those states felt the wrath of President Richard Oswald.
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Post by silentrunner on Jul 30, 2017 20:11:27 GMT
New Shicagwa, East Lewisiana August 20, 2015
Charles Oswald III looked out the window from his apartment building. He had been forced to flee Maryland after the destruction of Annapolis and had once again gone underground.
Charles smirked as he watched the aftermath of the Annapolis bomb on his televisor. While he was disturbed at Richard's willingness to kill so many of his citizens, he also knew that such wanton slaughter would alienate the American people, leaving an opening for him to take over...
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Post by silentrunner on Jul 30, 2017 20:11:57 GMT
New York City, New York August 21, 2015
"So, what should we do with her?" asked Petters as he looked at the not-quite-complete NUSAS William R. Sims. "The Canadians will be here sooner than later."
"The president has ordered that we tow her to Newport News" replied Navy Secretary Michael D. Stevens. He had been promoted after Martinage had been purged for supporting the June 20 coup. "He is determined to see her reach service."
"Don't we have another William R. Sims-class under construction in Savannah?" asked Petters.
"Yes" replied Stevens "But she's not expected to reach service before 2017."
"What about all the other ships under construction?" asked Petters. "We can't take them all with us."
"We'll figure something out" replied Stevens.
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Post by silentrunner on Jul 30, 2017 20:12:11 GMT
Dili, Timor August 23, 2015
Colonel Harris Thompson wiped the sweat from his brow as he raised the Australian flag over the Dili town hall. The provincial capital of Timor had fallen after two weeks of the most intense fighting the Australians had endured since World War 2.
But Thompson wasn't ready to rest just yet. The western half of the island remained firmly in Indonesian hands. And if the ferocious resistance put up by Indonesians so far was any indication, the Australians were gonna have a very hard time.
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Post by silentrunner on Jul 30, 2017 20:12:50 GMT
HMS Illustrious The Atlantic Ocean August 30, 2015
After two months of working up, Illustrious was going on her first combat mission-bombing American airfields in the Canary Islands.
Captain Carson was watching intently from the bridge, looking for any threats as Illustrious launched her second strike of the day.
Suddenly, one of the escorting destroyers, HMS Dagger, was rocked by an explosion as her bow tore off. Captain Carson recognized it as a submarine attack. "Get some Merlins in the air!" he ordered.
Meanwhile, NUSAS Albacore readied another set of torpedoes. Two were launched in the direction of Illustrious. But in an act of heroism, the cruiser HMS Constellation steered into the path of the torpedoes. Constellation paid the price for her heroism, as she was struck by both torpedoes and immediately began listing to port.
At this point, Albacore was forced to break off. Two ships were left in sinking condition, but Illustrious would live to keep on fighting.
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