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Forum Meta => Role Play => Archived Role Play Boards => Archive => General Roleplay => Topic started by: Democratic States of America on September 04, 2007, 07:55:11 PM
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President Kennedy smirked.
"I hope he can turn things around for them" he said, regarding the CSD's new President, Frasier Pershing, the same man who had pushed Kennedy, during the war the general of the First DS Army, to the gates of Washington.
"Lord knows they cant sink their economy any lower then it already is."
"Well," Robert Abramson, the new Secretary of Defence, injected, "the CSD will continue to limp along as long as Beaconsfield keeps floating them loans. Which is why I've asked for this conference, Mr. President."
"Yes..." Kennedy responded, "what's on your mind?"
"War, Mr. President, not against the Confederate States directly, but with the overall goal to isolate and starve them off from the rest of the world, to crush the Pax Imperium alliance that protects them."
With that Abramson removed a folder marked CLASSIFIED from his briefcase, placing it on the President's desk.
"So what have you brought me for Christmas?" Kennedy asked.
"War Plan Red" Abramson responded.
"A detailed plan to wage war primarily against the Canadian Empire, with the goal of incorporating it into the Democratic States, with the secondary goal of forcing the hand of the Empire of Inglo-Scotia, who's cooperation will be guaranteed with its entry into the war on Canada's behalf. Once Canada is subdued, and Inglo-Scotia forced to cooperate, we can dictate terms that would force the Inglish out of the PI alliance. With I-S knocked out and Canada no more the CSD will become isolated. As the Confederacy weakens due to a lack of foreign aid we strike, reincorporating them into out Democratic union."
"I see..." Kennedy responded, still sceptical of undertaking such an ambitious project with national confidence just recently renewed, and the newly rebuilt military still fresh.
He flipped through the pages of War Plan Red. It included plans to take Vancouver, cutting Inglo-Scotia off from Canada, and a quadruple objective of blitzing on Quebec City, Montreal, Toronto, and Winnipeg, which also served as the nexus of Canadian railroads.
"How long has your department spent on the detailing and strategy of this plan?" Kennedy asked.
"Since the prospect of the south seceding five years ago became the faintest possibility Mr. President. Should for whatever reason the initial plans of attack not come to fruition, there are multiple backup plans, including an invasion of Inglo-Scotia herself. No detail has been left unaccounted for?"
"And your projected level of Canadian resistance?"
"Even with Inglo-Scotian reinforcements taking Canada is just a matter of marching north."
"And a Casus belli?"
"The continued security of the Democratic States should be sufficient, Mr. President."
"Yes, it would appear that's the mood the nation is in, isn't it? I'll call for a joint session of Congress in three weeks. Have preparations for stage one, the barrage of Vancouver, ready. I want the attack to begin as soon as the votes are in."
"Right away Mr. President."
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Chancellor Xavier Rommel loved the new capital of Ottawa. For five years it has served as the center of Imperial politics. The new Parliament building was up and running and the new Chancellor's House was a wondrous achievement. The Palace is still in it's construction phases so the Imperial Family is still living in Winnipeg waiting to be moved to the capital as soon as the Palace is built. But this wasn't the reason he was sitting in his office. Movements from the Americans in the south have forced him to talk to the General Staff on a possible defense plan.
Two guards in ornate uniforms opened the door of the Chancellor's office and showed General Staff Chairman and Father of the modern Canadian Tank Corps, Field Marshal Frank F. Worthington. The field marshal sat down in the chair opposite of the Empire's head of government. "Good morning, Chancellor Rommel."
Rommel was a close friend of the field marshal. Frank graduated from the Kingston Military Academy four years after Rommel. But their friendship came into existence just after the War of Secession when Frank as a general was able to lead the assault on the Americans taking Nevada, Deseret, and even invading California. "Good morning, Field Marshal. What may I do for you today?"
Worthington pulled out a folder with the name Defence Scheme No. 1 on it. "Sir, we, meaning the General Staff, are worried about our southern neighbor. The Democratic States have increased their military to over five million making them a powerful nation once more on this continent. We both know what happens when Americans think they're strong. We have known for over two hundred years. Hell we have seen it happen four times, two of those times against us. I think the Democratic States mean to invade us, starting a Third American-Canadian War. In the years since you have taken office, you have kept our military at it's current levels. We have thankfully pushed away from militarism and imperialism and now we are focusing on maritime trade. We are now one of the top nations to trade with. But I fear that this might come to a close unless we act. This is a counter-invasion plan developed only a few years after the War of Seccsion in the event of a possible American attack."
Rommel looked out the window once more at the sprawling city that he has called home. He looked back at the field marshal. "What are you asking?"
"I am asking that we merely prepare for war. You were a soldier. Hell, you ran the General Staff for many years successfully. We have never seen defeat with you at the head of our military. But the question is, will we see defeat with you as head of our government. The Emperor and the Empress had begged you to go into politics for a reason. You are the fittest person to lead. The Imperial Family knows that, Parliament knows that, the General Staff that you created knows that and so does the rest of the country. We know that we will not see defeat. But we need you to have us prepared."
Rommel sighed. "Field Marshal, I will ask Parliament to activate five hundred thousand reserves and to have them armed and ready for war, but I will not provoke the DSA to attack. The Imperial Reserve Fleet may activate any ships that they may need, not all but the most useful. But other then that, I can't do more. If I do more, I may as well ask Parliament to declare war. What cities do you believe to be targets?"
Rommel rolled out a map of the country. " We see three main targets. The Americans will want to take Vancouver, our most important southern harbor. It's close to the border so it may be a top priority for the Americans. The other main target will be Toronto, the closest city to America and our largest, which is conveniently on the Great Lake. The third target and the most important will be Winnipeg. If we lose Winnipeg, then we lose the war. The railroads there will decide whether or not we will be able to supply the Western provinces. The other targets will be Montreal, Quebec City and Ottawa. If we lose most or all of these cities, there will be nothing stopping the Americans from going north and taking Halifax, Anchorage, and the northern territories. So I believe our job is to hold the Americans here in the south for as long as possible."
Rommel looked at his calender on his wall. "It's July, so if the Americans want to invade, they would have to wait for next spring. The American troops have had no real winter training, mostly because they have no real winters. They will have to have be mad if they want to invade just before winter. I think they won't actually attack until next spring, so we have really nothing to worry about. But my soldier's instinct tells me something big might happen so you can activate five hundred thousand reserves and some ships from the Reserve Navy, but nothing more. I don't want the world to think that we are going back to old habits.
Worthington stood up and saluted. "Yes sir."
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Major General Vandrak was sitting in his chair behind his desk in the Office for Military Intelligence, which was part of the Defence compound in Sheridan. He was reading a recent and disturbing report from the boarder of Canada and the DSA. It was about troop movements in the DSA, they were heading north. He finished reading the 4 page report and picked up his handset, "This is General Vandrak, get me Mike Handson."..."Mike, I want you to get Department of Foreign Intelligence on the situation that is happening in the DSA. They are moving a large number of troops north towards the boarder with their Imperial friends."..."Yes I will be having my people on it,however you have a direct line with the Prime Minister."..."Yes I understand, I will be talking with the General later this afternoon about the proposed Air Force Transformation plan. I will be bringing this up."..."Understood, have a good night Mike."
~Thanato
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Three weeks latter
It was a race, a race to Vancouver. Major Peter Crawford could see that, as clear as day. Opening the hatch on his M-1 he could see the race in motion. The 7th DS Army raced across the American-Canadian border to Vancouver. The distance itself wasn't the problem, it was the importance of the city, the port that connected Canada to Inglo-Scotia, the nexus of the two imperial armies. The importance of Vancouver, not it's distance from the border, was what made the advance so slow. The Canadians were throwing every soldier between the west coast and Winnipeg at the DS 7th. That, combined with the fact that the Canucks had prepared the terrine with minds, barbed wire, and Inglo-Scotian reinforcements prior to the actual declaration of war made the thin slice of land between Portland and Vancouver seem like a trek around the world.
And the race mattered. Crawford could see it, even without his binoculars. Troop transports and battleships of the Imperial Navy of Inglo-Scotia racing toward Vancouver, with the ships of the rebuilt DS Navy doing all they could to preoccupy them. The DS Army had to take Vancouver before more Inglish troops landed.
Crawford ducked back into his tank.
"Got an other one sir!" gunner Nick Whitlock called out.
"Can you see Vancouver?" the Major asked?
"Yeah, barley, but I can see it."
The Major breathed a sigh of relief. There within shelling distance of the city. Still, that was a false goal. Shelling distance had its importance, no doubt, but by no means was it cause to stop and celebrate, the city was far from taken.
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OOC: I suppose the war is "official" now? Will it be canonical? It is played with the new RP rules?
From: Emperor Nathaniel Cordre
To: President John F. Kennedy of the Democratic States of America
You made a serious mistake attacking a member of the Pax Imperium and the Enlightened Empire's closest ally. We will wage war against you unless you agree to following conditions:
1. Draw back all forces stationed in Canada;
2. Limit your forces to 500.000 soldiers, removing any heavy verhicles and aircraft but 10 battleships and 20 interceptors, to be used for self-defense;
3. Remove all cruise missiles, nuclear weapons and other long-range attack devices from you nation;
4. Pay remunerations for all monetary costs and casualties of war to the Feniexian Empire, the Greater Canadian Empire and any other nation supporting the Pax Imperium or it's allies.
OOC2nd: If the DSA doesn't possess anything of the stuff I listed they shall remove from their country, just ignore it.
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Inglish Columbian Front
Battle of Vancouver
Vancouver was being shelled from the American artillery. The once beautiful city was now being reduced to rubble. The large skyscrapers were falling apart, while the smaller buildings were still or partly standing. The harbor was empty of warships because the General Staff didn't want the ships to be destroyed while at anchor. The fleet was now trying to help the Inglo-Scotians get to Vancouver. But right now, it was all about the city. Colonel Charles Paul put out his cigarette with his foot. He picked up his Beretta Storm rifle, a new semi-automatic rifle that only recently became the standard issue rifle to the Canadian Army. His regiment was holding the center as the Americans were trying to make their way to the city. Charles waited. He could see tanks and motorized infantry make their way to Vancouver. He called in to his commanding officer.
"General Currie, this is Colonel Paul, Princess Hoshi's Light Infantry, we have enemies coming in fast. Request artillery barrage and helicopter support, sir." He waited until he got a reply.
"Colonel, artillery is firing now, and helicopters are on their way. Hold on, son." Paul put down the radio and could hear artillery shells come screaming down on the American lines. Then, Mi-28 Havoc attack copters tore through the sky and attacked the American tanks. Charles could see anti-air vehicles shoot back. The copters retreated. The colonel thought to himself. Now it's up to us. He picked up the radio and called in to all of his company commanders. "Alright, lads. Wait for them to enter the city, then give em hell."
The Americans made their way into the city. Colonel Paul was hiding behind a pile of rubble that had fallen from a three-storey building. The tanks came further in. they must have thought that they were entering an empty city. They thought wrong. "Fire!" Panzerfaust rockets screamed from rooftops and windows. The tanks were too close together to maneuver properly. American infantry spread out only to find themselves surrounded by Canadian riflemen and machine gunners. Explosions from American and Canadian shells tore buildings to pieces. Charles opened up on three American riflemen. The Beretta kicked back and the Americans fell dead. Charles and his men kept moving back finding cover wherever they could. The Americans outnumbered them greatly, but the Canadians were brave and asked for no quarter and gave none. The retreat was slow, but Charles knew his men could hold for a little while longer.
Arthur Currie, General of the Inglish Colombian Front was overlooking a map of Vancouver and the outlying regions. His staff were busily trying to keep the Canadian lines intact. But the general knew the city couldn't hold. The Americans launched their attack so swiftly that the Canadian Army had no time to react. Now he was thinking of a new plan. I know I can't hold the city, but what else can I do? If we fail here, I'll have to pull back to Kamloops, Kelowna, and Penticton. I might have better success. if I can't hold there, then I will order that the Prince Cities Line be activated. The line from Prince Rupert through Prince George to the Rockies will make a better defense. But I have to hold them wherever I am until winter. He turned to one of his staff. "Send a transmission to the fleet and to the Inglo-Scotians. Tell them to start landing troops north in Prince Rupert and Anchorage. Tell them the harbor in Vancouver is no longer operational."
"Are we pulling back, sir?"
"No, I will continue to hold this city for as long as possible. The Americans are still on the outskirts of Vancouver. Few American soldiers have entered the city. Three weeks in and they just neared Vancouver. Their planners were obviously thinking that we couldn't hold them. We will continue to hold them. Now send the transmission." The soldier nodded. General Currie went back to his map. I can only hope that the battles in the east are faring better.
Manitoban Front
Emperor Paul Artorion looked out at the city of Winnipeg, once the capital of the Empire and the birthplace of the emperor. He never wanted war on his country, but now it was here. Selene came in the room and held her husband. Hoshi and her nanny were watching. Paul turned around and held his wife. "We need to leave. I hate to say that, but Parliament wants us to fly to Fenexia. You know I hate to run from my country's problems, but I fear this may be the end. And at least I know that you and Hoshi will be safe."
Selene nodded and did not cry. That's what Paul loved so much about her. She was a strong and courageous woman. Paul and Selene waited until they heard the helicopter arrive to take them to the airport. Imperial Guards in their red uniforms and curassier armor arrived to escort them. They walked down to the garden where the helicopter was waiting. They got on the helicopter, but Paul took one look south towards the American border. He could see flashing which meant that the Americans and Canadians were fighting close to the city. The copter flew them to the airport where a large 747 jet was waiting. It was the Emperor's private plane. They all got on and the plane took off for Fenexia. Paul and Selene held each other as Hoshi slept quietly.
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Immediately, preparations were made to provide the Canadian royal family a safe travel and arrival at Airport 17 (Feniexia's both most large and most secure airport; there are even FLAKS and an own military aircraft squad for defense purposes) on an island near the Feniexia capital, Nevethia. High-speed interceptor aircrafts were sent to provide additional protection for the 747. The airport was secured by the Feniexian Imperial Forces, and a squad of the Feniexian High Guard also arrived soon. Some civilian flights were transfered to other airports or canceled; incoming flights were all redirected to other nearby airports. The patrolling squads around the airport were doubled. For the night of the arrival of the Canadian ship, the streets directing to the imperial "palace" (which, actually, was a very modern building with lots of steel and glass, but heavily protected) very also patrolled heavily, while another part of the army was mobilized and prepared for an launch on the DSA.
OOC: Shall we RP the arrival of your royal family, Canada?
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ooc: that would be fun.
The 747 landed in Fenexia. It had been a long time since Paul and Selene were in Fenexia. Her parents usually liked to come south to Canada to visit. The Imperial Family got off the plane and made their way down the steps. There were no reporters or cameras. Paul thought. Thank goodness the press isn't here. The Imperial Guards stayed close, weapons at the ready. Though they were in friendly territory, there was always a chance that the DSA had sent assassins. A limo guarded by many police cruisers was waiting for them. Paul, Selene and Hoshi went towards the limo where the driver opened the door for them. Paul, Selene, and Hoshi got in. As Paul sat down, he saw sitting right across from him was Emperor Nathaniel Cordre and his wife Empress Miray Cordre. Paul and Selene bowed, Hoshi, still young and still not understanding her place in the world, rushed into Miray's arms. "Godmother, it's so good to see you. Do you have some candy?"
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The Emperor, the Empress, the driver and also the butler inside the black limo also bowed in return. Feniexian protocols are very strict on greetings; not to greet back with at least the same level as respect could be considered as very offensive.
Miray gave Hoshi one of the rice crackers she liked most from a bag her butler gave her.
"Candies just ruin your tooths, Hoshi...better eat those instead." she said kindly.
Meanwhile, the Emperor switched meaningful views with Paul. The driver started the motor again, and soon, the limo with it's military police escort left Airport 17, and drove now over a long bridge, with connected the island were the airport was located with the mainland. The limo passed about three scanners, but although neither Hoshi, Selene or Paul were "chipped", the alarm didn't start since the Emperor had given orders to configure the system on the route to the palace to identify him and all passengers of the limo as High Security Clearance Level 00.
The Emperor then broke the silence (if the sounds of Hoshi eating weren't counted).
"I have given orders to clean the route from the airport to the Feniexian government central...we must be there in about 30 minutes if we can keep this velocity and the rain and wind don't get's to strong while we are at this bridge."
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Chancellor Rommel stood in front of the podium overlooking members of the press and the cameras that were showing the meeting to all of the citizens of Canada. Lights flashed. He breathed deeply.
"The Democratic States of America has forced war upon us. We are the victims of a war of dominance. But the Americans think we will disappear into the pages of history quietly. But we won't go quietly. We will fight, and we will fight to the last man, woman and child. We will fight from Vancouver, from Winnipeg, from Toronto and if we are dilodged from there, we will fight from the plains and the tundra and if we are dislodged, we will fight from the northern coast of our nation. If I must, I too will fight alongside the average soldier in defense of our nation. I call all citizens to do the same, no matter your age, gender, or race. We fight and we will die as Canadians. I am calling for my generals to enforce a scorched-earth policy. The Americans may win this war, but they will have a large burned land with destroyed cities and crops. We will fight, we will die, but we will win. We have nothing to lose and everthing to gain. We must fight together as brothers and sister, we must fight as Canadians."
The press appaulded and wrote their ideas about the speech, but the country knew what the Chancellor wanted. Militias started up all across Canada, men, women, and even children armed themselves in defense of Winnipeg and Toronto. They were going to die together, but their nation was going to live. Soon reports of armed children, women and old men will be relayed from American soldiers to the generals.
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This wasnt going to be an easy Mission. NEO (Non-combative Evacuation Operations) was being sent into a very hot warzone for the first time since the Units creation. All were trained soldiers, most were infantry trained for combat, dispite belonging to a Force which has 'non-combative' in the name. They were being sent before their ships could arrive. A 350 Marine operation, their objective was to set up and defend a collection point for Canadian refugees and escort them out of the warzone under the Safe Waters Treaty.
All the Marines had been given their cards which outlined the Rules of Engagement. Basically for this mission it was not to fire unless fired upon, or if Canadians INSIDE the compound were fired on. These were not average Marines, they are Airborne trained, which is usually a trade specific to the Army however it was decided that Marines operating under the NEO flag would be given Combat Jump Training.
The Marines were being transported in six Hercules C-130 aircraft, with another two C-130's transporting supplies to set up a makeshift Field Hospital, Tent town, and defences.
"Sir, we are 130km out from land," stated navigator Master Corporal Richerdson.
"Ok, Sergeant, start transmitting our warning," said Captain McCarter, pilot of the lead C-130.
"Yes sir," said the Sergeant, as he flicked some switches on his control pannel.
A radio transmission was sent out of the C-130, it stated "Attention all waring parties, we are Royal Valideen Forces Non-Combative Evacuation Operations Force aircraft do not Engage we have no Hostile intent. We are here to evacuate civilians from the Warzone. I repeat do not engage Royal Valideen Forces Aircraft." the message was repeated every Minute as the 8 Hercules flew towards Canada.
OOC: I was invited to RP NEO by Greater Canada
~Thanato
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"Come in"
The door to the newly renamed Presidential Office in the Adams House, the new Presidential residence in Boston (the Massachusetts capital had been moved to Springfield), opened. In came Robert Abramson, Secretary of Defence.
"Good afternoon, Mr. President."
"Morning Bob" President Kennedy replied back, returning to his paperwork.
"Bad news" Abramson gloomily reported, taking a seat opposite the President.
Kennedy looked up, his right eyebrow raised over the frame of his glasses.
"FXX is reporting we're blitzing on Winnipeg, and we've entered Vancouver."
"Well things have changed, we're holding the networks until we can put a positive spin on the situation."
"What situation?" Kennedy asked, his voice showing signs of annoyance.
"The blitz on Winnipeg has stalled. We were within shelling distance, but the 4th was pushed back. They're currently sandwiched between the new defensives positions of Canadian and Inglish troops and the border. A second offencive stalled and retreated. The generals on the front have decided to switch tactics to defencive in nature, to resist any future Canadian/Inglish attack to push them back across the border."
"You're fucking kidding me" Kennedy said, dryly.
"This is an offencive war, and now we're on the defencive on both fronts, facing enemies who are fighting a defencive war?"
"Not exactly."
"What do you mean Bob?"
"We're on the defencive in Manitoba. A Canuck/Inglish counter-attack in Inglish Columbia pushed us right across the border. Vancouver took heavy damage, but the attack was an outstanding failure."
"How in the holy hell did that happen Bob."
"The Imperial Navy. When it was deemed they couldn't dock in Vancouver due to our attack they started shelling the coast. Our western flank was weakened, and our enemies exploited it. The Imperial Navy has now landed its full expeditionary force in Vancouver, and the High Seas Fleet is currently engaging our Western Fleet."
Kennedy's face was as red as the very jackets the Canadian troops his men in green were fighting.
"Mr. President, we are planning a second offencive into Vancouver, and...."
"Bob, you told me taking Canada would be a 'matter of marching.' "
"Yes sir, I know, but..."
"No 'buts' Bob. This country has just recovered from the shock of having its lower half ripped away by the PI alliance, and now we're in serious danger of losing to the same enemy on a different front."
"Adam, this war is far from over. There's still Ontario. If we take Toronto, Kingston, and Hamilton we will have knocked out the enemy's capability of industrial production."
"And how is the Ontario front going?"
"Just got underway this morning."
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General Provost ducked in the muddy trenches the 4th DS Army had dug south of Winnipeg. The DS position was well with shelling distance of the Canadian and Inglish defences, and the two sides had been lobbing shells at each other all day.
"Sir, this just came back from Washi...I mean Boston, your request for retreat across the border to organize a counter-attack has been denied" a private informed him, handing him the written copy of the transmission.
"Damn it, dismissed."
The private saluted and returned to his posting.
"Incoming!" someone in the distance yelled.
Bret Provost ducked, and the earth thundered, as if Thor had punched the DS trenches himself.
The roar was dull enough though as to tell the general the shell had hit the line fa enough away from his position.
He grabbed his binoculars and looked over the trench wall. He could see the impact site.
The enemy shell had hit an artillery cannon.
"Damn" he muttered to himself.
Overhead F-18s bearing the eagle and crossed sabres roundel of the DS Air Force thrust forward. The DSA had the advantage in air power, but the Canuck Arrows were faster, and keeping their American counterparts occupied just enough to do any real damage.
The same private who had given him the earlier orders from the Department of Defence came running up to him again.
"Sir, orders from Boston, we're to resume offencive action against Winnipeg as soon as possible."
"Reinforcements would help" Provost muttered, half to himself.
"Negative sir, Boston reports all additional reserves are earmarked for Ontario or Inglish Columbia."
"Acknowledged, dismissed."
The whistle of American shells firing in retaliation to the earlier PI ones were heard.
"They're insane if they think I'm going on the offecive again, without additional troops" he said to himself, before looking over the trench again, into the fog and smoke that had formed between the two sides.
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Pacific Ocean
High Seas Fleet
The High Seas Fleet was doing exactly what it was supposed to do. It was on the high seas dueling the American Western Fleet. Grand Admiral Trudeau was on the deck of his Artorion super-carrier Paul Artorion They had held off the DS navy when the Inglish tried to land. Some regiments landed in the north in Prince Rupert, but the city of Vancouver was able to hold, allowing the rest of the Inglish Expeditionary Force to land in Vancouver. But right now, the High Seas Fleet had to destroy the DS Western Fleet...again. Shells flew into the ocean as the two navies battled it out. If the High Seas Fleet held the Americans, then more Inglish soldiers could land. Trudeau saw as one of the new Zumwalt-class destroyers took a hit and sank, but the Americans still couldn't match the Ontario-class battleships that the High Seas Fleet had with them.
Trudeau looked at the radar and started to hand out orders. "Alright, the fleet will continue evasive maneuvers, and we will continue to engage the Western Fleet. The Inglish navy has to have safe passage through to Vancouver. We decide the outcome of the battle of Vancouver." The men saluted and continued to attack and maneuver. Trudeau was the greatest and most brilliant minded admiral in Canadian history, the Americans would need the same to win this duel.
Manitoban Front
Captain Arthur Simon was waiting for the next American attack on his line. The Fifth Army was able to hold the Americans off near Winnipeg and then pushed them miles back. He brushed some dirt off his shining red uniform. The Americans in their green-grey were preparing for another attack, he just knew it. Then the artillery started to smash into the ground. Screams filled the air as Canadians and Inglish were killed by the shells. Then it happened. Americans in droves of hundreds advanced on the trenches. Arthur however was ready. He nodded to his men. Machine guns opened up and rifles gave the Americans one hell of a pounding. In the Central Plains of Canada, there were very few places to hide from machine guns and other weapons, so the Americans did their best to take shelter in artillery craters and behind rocks. But the men in red held the line. But few Americans found hiding spots. Then Arthur heard more booming. American M-1 tanks pushed forward in a desperate effort to break the lines of the Canadians and force them back to Winnipeg. Then out of the Canadian lines came the feared Leopard tanks. The two rival tank groups battled it out. They charged at each other like medieval knights. The Leopards were fewer in number, but their tank crews knew what they were doing. They were veterans of the Second War of Seccision. These American tankmen were fresh. Soon after a few minutes of tearing each other apart, the M-1s retreated. This was the Canadians time to advance. The trenches became alive with soldiers as they advanced on the American positions. The tanks joined in. Artillery acted like a shield as the army advanced. Havoc attack copters and other ground assault aircraft moved up as well.
Ontarian Front
Battle of Toronto
Field Marshal Worthington looked over a map of the area with his staff trying to find a way to stop the American advance. He had the First Shock Army defending the city, but word had come of old men, women and even children fighting alongside the soldiers with everything from hunting bows to hunting rifles to machine guns. The city was indeed fighting for it's life. "Alright, we will continue to hold here. The city will not be taken if we continue to do what we are doing. The Americans haven't taken Vancouver and they haven't taken Winnipeg. So they will not take Toronto. I hear we have many civilians who have organizerd themselves into fighting units. That's great. But we need to do more. The Great Lake is right next to us. I suggest we bring in the Great Lake Fleet. The Great Lake battleships (which are small battlecruisers) will help us by providing artillery support and also the bambarding of Chicago and Detroit. Both those cities will learn what we are going through. We will prevail, we just need to hold." His staff nodded. Worthington looked outside and saw the trees. They were changing color from green to gold and red. It was still late August and the leaves were changing now. That was unusal. It's as if nature herself means to stop the Americans from defiling her most precious possesion.
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ooc: can i introduce the White Heart here? they will be stationed away from the battlefields just giving support to the wounded and evacuate both wounded and dead from any place agreed from both sides. This is good because i can moderate your dead and wounded :p plus there's no coming back, as one have asked of healing the wounded so they can come back to fight, most of the gun wounds in a war actually make people being still for a month or more, as Pachamama said, this isn't like the movies, people get really hurt from this. If not fatal, a war wounded can loose a leg or being physically or mentally improper to go back tot he field until the war is over.
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ooc: sure, that would be alright.
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The FENIX soldier carefully inspected his squad comrades he was assigned to, especially the ones who he were expected to lead them as fireteam leader. The squad consisted of two fireteams of each 8 soldiers - 4 riflemen, an heavy rifleman, a grenadier, a sniper and the team leader. Standard form. But all were FENIX soldiers, like himself - highly trained elite soldiers, equipped with the nearly most powerful military equipment in-service the Enlightened Empire's scientists had created, only surpassed in skills and equipment by the High Guard. At least, that were the words in the recruitment folder he got some years ago before he signed up at the academy. "Sounds like some kind of action film stuff..." he thought. But war was not an action movie. He had read much about the recent wars the Feniexian Empire sent troops. It didn't sounded like much fun. But the paying was good, and he was full of idealism - someone has to do the duty do fight for the Enlightened Empire and their allies. "Wonder what you are thinking about again, Mifune..."
Mifune looked at the soldier next to him. He was the fireteam's grenadier and had been on the same academy as he. "That's nothing of your concern, Kaifu..." he replied, not unfriendly, but with a determined intonation. He wasn't in the mood for talking at now. He looked at the others, then. He did not knew much about the four rifleman - he was told that they scored pretty good at the academy, but not much more. Two of them were of European ethnicity, as it seemed. He couldn't tell from were exactly altough. All four were just standing there disciplined, and awaiting further commands from the squad leader. Nothing was really special about them. The heavy rifleman seemed like a though guy...Mifune was sure he trained very much, even more than the rest of the FENIX soldiers. His name was something like Hana or Haka, Mifune couldn't remember. To his right, there were Kaifu. Kaifu might not be the most disciplined soldier in the squad, but he was pretty accurate with his rifle, and his grenades reached their target most of the time. And finally, there was Konoye, the woman at his left. She was the teams sniper, and one of the few female members of the Feniexian forces. There might be many womans in the Feniexian military compared to other nations, but still, they weren't much. He still didn't really knew why. But he didn't really cared about, as long she was doing her job like any other member of the forces. Finally, he saw the squad commander marching toward his two fireteams. All saluted before Sergeant Takada. Then, the sergeant began to speak. "The carrier VTOLs for squads number 100 to 220 are ready now. Get moving now. Doublespeed."
ooc: I'm planning to RP 200.000 infantryman and 5.000 shock troopers arriving in Toronto to break the siege...Canada, can you give me a few details of the location and the situation there, and maybe you or DSA could give me details about possible air- or sea blockades and the positions of the Canadian defenders and the American invasors?
Oh, and not to forget - when I write names, I mostly write about surnames.
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The C-130s were flying low towards Canada. Their objective was to land on the peninsula that stuck out of the western side of Canada.
"Sir, land in sight," said the Master Corporal.
"Good, lets hope things stay this good." said Captain McCarter.
So far all planes in the formation had not been attacked, they have not even been approached aircraft from either side of the war. The Aircraft were now 50km away from the DZ.
~Thanato
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Soon, the carrier the squad boarded (a Feniexian "DR-28", named "Seikou") left airport M-18. The weather was rainy, like almost everyday in this area of the world, but Feniexian aircraft were all designed with that in mind, so no navigation problems occured and travel speed was adequate. The flight will last some hours, probably four or five before the craft reaches her destination, Toronto. The soldiers were all checking their weapons and equipment. In combat situations, their life would depend on those.
"Since you will not be dropped in an immediate danger zone," squad leader Sergeant Takada began the briefing, "you will take parachutes this time and not dropping capsules. You will land about 10 kilometres away and you will be supported with two APCs. Your goal is to advance to city together with 120 other squads and receive further orders there. A large part of the Feniexian Forces sent to Canada has already arrived some time ago at the outskirts of Toronto and is now supporting the Canadian Army to break the siege. The airspace should be more or less clean, according to the Canadians, but be prepared for out-of-plan drops. Some of our scout aircrafts should soon arrive there and scan the area; you will be informed about more details of the situation there as soon as we receive their reports."
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SIC
To: The Imperial Canadian Government
From: The Imperial Ministry of Foreign Affairs
The government of Christstan apologizes for the long delay in the deploying of our promised troops. We understand that you have asked for minimal aid and thus we shall send primarily economic aid plus the 50,000 elite forces requested. We request you send us the coordinates of a safe Landing Zone where the troops may be deployed with minimal danger to the pilots or troops as they drop. We are loyal allies to the end and will see to the defense of our blood relatives. Commander of our forces is Generalfeldmarschall Conrad Bismark, Baron of Hertzog. We have sent one of our best for this task, he is only commanding a portion of his total command to meet with regulations set forth by your government.
Personal Letters to the Emperor -
Emperor Heindrick VII -
My Son-in-Law, through the marriage of your sister to my Son, it pains me to see your empire faced with such hardship. Please take my troops and use them as needs be. They are prepared to die in the Princess's name in your defense. I will also send what monetary aid I can to support your nation.
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To: Imperial Ministry of Foriegn Affairs
From: The Imperial Canadian Parliament
We accept your aid. There is no reason to apoligize for the delay. A safe Landing Zone right now would be Vancouver, but because of the amount of Inglish soldiers who are landing there, we ask you to land further north at the port of Prince Rupert. Your soldiers can then move south to Vancouver where your Baron may meet with General Arthur Currie, the commanding officer of the Inglish Coloumbian Front.
To: Emperor Heindrick VII
From: Emperor Paul and Empress Selene
We thank you for your troops. The Empress and I are currently in Fenexia. We were ordered there by Parliament, but I know the combined efforts of my soldiers and yours will force the enemy back once and for all. Tell the Princess that the family is ok and we will see her soon. Thank you Father-in-Law.
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Generalfeldmarschall Conrad Bismark, Baron of Hertzog
"It's a fine morning to be going to war I say." Said the Baron to his son in a dignified gentlemanly manner. Veteran of the Emperor's wars, he was an accomplished man and taught at the Imperial War Academy. His son, a classmate of the Prince, scored well on his exams are rose to the rank of Hauptmann (Captain).
The two men watched as the soldiers marched into the Bombardier Challenger 600 and Transall C-160 transports. Their destination was Canada and their goal was liberation.
Later that day the forces arrived in the port of Prince Rupert, then they drove to the front in their tanks, jeeps, and other various armor and artillery pieces. The Baron Rode out on his horse, which he used for show, to the Canadian Commander. "Good day to you sir, I am General Baron Bismark, His Majesties Imperial Army. I do hope my arrival is within good timing and that my forces may be of assistance to you."
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General Felix Weaver sipped loved the site of the American military flag, thirty stars on a navy canton with thirteen red and white alternating horizontal stripes, waving in the wind of the Inglish Columbian fall.
"Soon enough" he told himself,
"when this relic of a country is gone, a civilian flag will replace it, all for the better I guess."
He was of course referring to the flag of the DSA's civilian government, navy stars on a white canton, with the stripes arranged vertically. Once the war was over the military flag would come down, and the civilian flag would be raised.
It had been miraculous, really. The initial thrust had been thrown back, but carrying the spirit of Columbia, with republicanism burning in their hearts, the armies of the Democratic States of America swarmed back across, and Vancouver was now in American hands.
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"Payback's a bitch, isn't it?" Tim Miller said under his breath, as his F-18 continued to harass a ship of the Imperial Navy. This was Tim's second go-around with the Inglo-Scotian Imperial Navy.
He was there during the Second War of Secession, when the Imperial Navy had turn the DS Navy to shreds.
Now the tables were turned. With Vancouver in American hands the Imperial Navy was thrown into confusion.
DSAF fighters, like Tim's, harassing the ships as they scrambled to recover from losing their Canadian port only added to the confusion.
Then he saw him out of the corner of his left eye, a Tornado GR-4, the fighter of choice for both the Imperial Navy and the Imperial Air Force. He could see the marking to, the red-white-blue roundel meant Inglo-Scotian nationality.
Tim attempted to get him to chase him into a cloud formation, but it was all for not. Instead the Inlgish pilot dove, and Miller saw why. He was going after a DS Naval vessel!
Tim manoeuvred his jet to dive after him, he could see flashed indicating weapons fire, the DS ship was being fired upon.
Then out of nowhere everything got shot to hell. Tim was thrust forward violently, as his controls all seemingly exploded at once. The smell of smoke crept into his nostrils. He looked to his right, as a second Tornado zoomed past him.
"FUCK!" Miller yelled, before ejecting from his doomed aircraft.
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Inglish Columbian Front
The arrival of the Christstan soldiers came too late. Vancouver had fallen to the American armies. Arthur Currie and Conrad Bismarck were now fleeing north. Inglish, Canadian, and Christstan soldiers were also falling back. The General wanted to get his army to Kamloops, but word had come that Pentiction and Kelowna had fallen to a second American army. The city of Kamloops would soon fall as well. There was only one way to go, Prince George. At Prince George, the Prince Cities Line could be activated. The Prince Cities Line was a plan within Defense Scheme 1 that stated that if Vancouver, Kelowna, Pentiction, and Kamloops fell, the Canadians would hold at a network of trenches and barricades between Prince Rupert, throught Prince George to the Rocky Mountains. Arthur Currie knew that as long as a Canadian army had the strength to challenge the Americans in Inglish Columbia, the Central Provinces would safe from a attack on their left.
Tanks, artillery, and other military equipment was racing as fast as they could along the Alaskan Highway to Prince George. Arthur Currie and Conrad Bismarck looked at a map of northern Inglish Columbia.
"How important is Prince George that you would risk an army for it's defense, General?"
"Generalfeldmarschall Bismarck, the importance of Prince George is in it's railroads. If the railroads on the west coast fall, then it helps the Americans in an invasion of Alberta, Alaska and the Yukon. We need to hold the lines here in Prince George, Prince Rupert and the Rockies. It gets colder the farther north we go, so the Americans will face a cold winter, something they have never done. They have never fought in a harsh winter enviroment. We hold them till winter, then we can force them back across the border. You better ask your government for more troops. Also, I will make you a joint commander with me instead of a subordinate. I want you to command the Canadian and Christstan army that I will be sending east to the Rockies. You arre to set up a headquarters in a small town called McBride. From there I want you to hold our eastern flank."
The foreign commander nodded.
Occupied Inglish Columbia
Kamloops
Taylor Morena was watching as the American tanks drove through the streets. She was a young woman who recently graduated college. She was a beautiful doctor who was now living in captured Canadian territory. The slow realization of that hurt like a thousand knives. She like many of her nieghbors, she looked on at the AMericans with anger and hatred. The Canadian Army had failed them, but she knew their was nothing they could do. Her next-door neighbor, Kole Smith came across her lawn. "Taylor, the Americans are asking for all radios to air something. Listen." He pulled out a small radio. A voice came on the radio. "This is a message to all Canadians living under American rule, you are now under martial law. Curfies have been ordered. Anyone outside after eight will be arrested. All public meetings of any kind, including chuch mass and after-school activities are now ordered to stop. Anyone organized into a group of more than six people will be considered an act of conspiracy and will be acted upon. The American Occupational Council has been set up in the former provincal capital of Victoria. Thank you."
Taylor could hear no more. "This is outragous. What did we do to deserve this? They say this is payback for helping the Confederacy secede from their Union. No this is because we are a neighbor that they have never agreed with . Not for two hundred years."
Kole looked at her with interest. "Looks like you want to start a partisan group."
Taylor nodded. "I want to liberate the southern half of our province. We can't talk to more than six people at a time, but I need you to find as many people you think would join us. We need to be ready to help our people free themselves from the invaders."
"Have thought of a name?"
"I have. Since the provincial government no longer exists, it's time for Kamloops to start it up again. We will create the Provisional Government of Inglish Columbia and the Inglish Columbian Provincial Army will be our fighting force. Hurry, the sooner people are ready, the sooner we can liberate Kamloops and hopefully all of Inglish Columbia.
Ontarian Front
Battle of Toronto
Field Marshal Worthington was frustrated. The loss of the southern half of Inglish Columbia was a stab in the heart. The nation was now fighting on a wider front in the west. But right now he had to bring his attention back to his own front. He promised the Fenexians that the air over Toronto would be clear of American planes, but that wasn't the case. The American fighters had found out that the Fenexians were dropping their elite forces north of Toronto. They were moving in to intercept the transports. Worthington looked at his charts and maps. He had to move in planes to hold off the Americans long enough to let the Fenexians land. He picked up his radio. "Air Commodore Tanis, this is Field Marshal Worthington. I want you to lead your section agianst the American fighters moving in to attack the Fenexians. Do not let them reach our allies."
A voice came on. "Understood Field Marshal."
Air Commodore Daniel Tanis was in his CF-35 Arrow shortly after talking to his commanding officer. He had organized a force of a hundred fighter jets to the coming air battle. This was less than half of the current Canadian air power in Toronto. Below him were the ruined buildings of Toronto, the CN Tower still standing over a wasteland.
"All squadrons are reporting in, Commodore." radioed his wingman.
"Alright, the Americans are around here somewhere. We should be running into them in a..." A beeping sound on his radar showed a large American section moving north. "Found them, all squadrons prepare for combat. We are going to come in on the sun, so the enemy will know we are coming, but they still will not see us."
The air fleet flew high up towards the sun and then turned to face the city. Commodore Tanis could see the American fighters. "Missiles away!" The front elements of the section opened up on the American fighters. The American jets tried to evade the missiles but some of them were hit. Then the Canadian section attacked at close range. The Americans were no longer in tight neat formations. They had to pull away and engage the Canadian fighters. The Arrows moved quickly and some were able to get behind the American F-18s.
Tanis was following two American fighters. He pulled the trigger on his stick and fired his machine gun into one jet, destroying it. The wingman veered off, but Tanis moved with it, not letting the fighter out of his sight. All around him, Arrows and Hornets mingled in. Burning planes plummeted to the ground. But Tanis kept on his fighter. He fired a missile and it slammed into the left wig of the plane causing it to fall to earth. A parachute appeared showing that the pilot survived. Tanis noticed that the battle was getting quieter. The AMerican planes were fleeing south towards their bases. In a matter of ten minutes, the Canadian Air Fleet had won their first major air victory.
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The Baron nodded to the Canadian Commander. Things were worse than it seemed to his people. Now the Canadians had entrusted him with the defense of their country, though the plan was a rather simple one to maintain and relied on the best elements of the Christstany military: Zealous devotion to a post and the use of superior firepower. The Christstany air force would be employed to maintain supplies and keep the enemies at bay. The Navy would not be required, this was a relief to the commander, for that was the weakest branch of His Majesties Military, though The Imperial Air Force more than made up for the lack of a strong navy.
The Air Force would fly in artillery, key to the Baron's plan. Mountains would restrict the effective use of armor, thus the powerful Panzer Korps would not be utilized.
"General, it is an honor. I am sure his Imperial Majesty will deploy as many troops as needs be. I will request my entire force of 200,000 of Christstan's finest. The layout and terrain of your mountains will favor the defender." He pointed to a few mountains on the map that were exceedingly higher than the others.
"From these vantage points, we can shell the Americans with our artillery to devastating effects. The terrain also does not favor large advances of armor nor vehicles, thus any large scale movement of troops attacking the region will be difficult, especially if we control the high ground and effectively use it to our advantage. Hiding our artillery in caves and ledges allows it to attack the enemy while being protected from return fire. The infantry will situate themselves in a similar manner. I will lay traps and hazards throughout the range with explosives that could cause avalanches and rock slides. Now you say we are in an age of modern warfare? What of the air? AAs shall be employed and I will call in the might of Christstan's Luftwaffe."
He thought to himself, the Canadians had already set up a line of defense but the plan he intended would require a bit of time. A few days at most, but the joint forces were in retreat.
"General, how much time can you give me? I will have the defenses ready in three to four days. IT is mainly a matter of dropping the equipment in the correct areas. My force can dig in and slowly fall back, but i will need your support for at least another day till my troops can fly over."
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A bit later
[The actual defense for the days will be discussed, this is just him calling in the next wave of troops.]
"Your Imperial Highness, matters here are worse than were actually reported. I request the full activation of my army plus as much artillery and as large a detachment of aircraft that we can spare.... Yes Sir... Yes sir... Thank you sir."
The Baron smiled, the Emperor was very predictable in some matters and this was one of them. He was ardent about international affairs and improving relations with allies.
He was already at his headquarters with a handful of men who were beginning the preparations for the coming battles ahead.
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"Ladies and Gentleman, your Empeurer, Meneldur Tar-Ilium!" an invisible announcer in the conference room of the Grand Imperial Residence yelled. Meneldur walked out in a dark blue sportcoat with a simple Myrorian coat-of-arms on the breast, the typical casuality of the Empeurer showing. He stood at a swirlwood podium.
"A foul wind blows across the American Continent today, my citizens." he began.
"The Democratic States of America has been repeatledly bashing at our Canadian allies, and it now appears that Dysanii is also preparing for war. A Canada wiped out will be our last outpost on the American Continent; the repressive DSA will surely attempt to force the CSSD back into its so-called 'perfect union'.
We will not allow it! We will not stand by as our brothers across this ocean fight and die for a war they cannot win!
A war they cannot win alone.
As of today, the Myrorian Empeureum declares its support of Canada in the war against the Democratic States of America. The Myrorian Empeureum will cease trade with the Democratic States of America, and the Myrorian Empeureum formally declares a state of war between our two nations.
We will not fight to conquer, for that will only make us hypocrites. We will not fight to usurp, for that will only blur the line between a grand monarchy and a Belsenist dictatorship.
We instead fight to save our Canadian brothers, we instead fight to halt the American war machine, we instead fight for liberty, for all men on the American Continent.
I know that this will be a hard time for all Myrorians, but you must remember that an American Continent ruled by the iron fist of the Kennedys is a continent that could strike us when it is too late, when we are unready. The Statue of Liberty has been destroyed by our guns not because we do not agree with the Statue of Liberty, but because we do not agree with the Statue of Totalitarianism, which is what its green skin and pointed crown became several years ago, with the Second War of American Secession.
So, my Myrorian citizens, whether you agree with this state of war or not, remember this: Remember why our soldiers are attacking the Americans. Remember why our soldiers are dying for their country. And most importantly, remember why we fight."
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Occupied Inglish Columbia
Kamloops
Taylor stood in front of the table looking at the six men that will soon make up the core of the partisan government and the army leadership. "Alright, now that this gathering has been brought together. I have something to offer. I propose the creation of the Provisional Government of Inglish Columbia and the organization of the IC Provincial Army. We have heard that our army here in IC was taken almost unprepared at the Americans' second attack on Vancouver. Now the army has been pushed up to the northern half of our province, and we are now behind enemy lines. So I think we need to help out our friends in red by keeping the Americans focused on us. If we prove to be a large threat by disrupting their supply lines and such, the Canadian Army may be able to turn the tables. What say you to this proposal?"
All of the men nodded.
She continued. "Alright, first thing first is we need an army, but more importantly we need weapons. The local militia armory is now under watch by the Americans, so I think we need to do a tri-pronged attack on the Americans here in Kamloops. Our first phase is to start a riot. That will keep the Americans busy. Then the second phase happens while the riot starts. We will raid the armory and take all the weapons there. Then the final phase, we are going to push the Americans out of Kamloops by arming the rioters, and arresting the collabrationist mayor and his city council. Agreed?"
One man named Daniel Webster spoke first. "What is the strength of the American force occupying the town?"
Kole spoke up. "Well, since Kamloops isn't large enough or important enough to the Americans like Vancouver, there are little bit over five hundred American soldiers here."
A third man named Frederick Wilhelm turned to Kole. "How do you know that?"
Kole stared deep at Frederick. "I have an old college friend who slept with one of the American captains."
Taylor looked at Kole in surprise. "He shouldn't have been telling secrets in bed."
Kole smiled. "From what I heard from her, American men don't know what a tounge is for."
The group laughed. Taylor looked back at the other members of the Provisional Government. "Alright then, you know what to do. Rally as many as people as you can."
The men nodded and Daniel spoke. "Yes Premier Crawford."
They got up and left while Taylor pondered. Premier Crawford? It sounds good.
The next day, Taylor looked around the city as she made her way to the disegnated area where she would lead the attack on the armory. Kole was in the city center ready to start the riot. Taylor had tucked a revolver in her jeans and hid it under her shirt and jacket. As she made her way to the alley where the assault group was waiting, she could see her partisans walk across the road to the alley. Over twenty people, both men and women. She walked across the alley and met up with them. They nodded to signal that the assault group was ready. Taylor pulled out a radio. She knew what to say. They had to say something that didn't sound like they were planning anything. "Katy's house looks like a pig-sty."
She got her answer. "She should divorce Richard." That meant that Kole was ready to start the riot. She answered back. "You know that she loves him too much." That meant go. She waited for about five minutes until she could see American soldiers run towards the town center. The soldiers guarding the armory were not leaving. Good. The partisans blended into their enviroment just well. The soldiers watched them as they got into their positions. To the Americans it looked normal. Until Taylor pulled the revolver out and shot two American guards. The other guards turned to fire at her only to have the partisans open up on them with hunting pistols and hunting rifles that they had hid in the beds of two trucks.
The firefight lasted five minutes. The guards were overwhelmed and without the support of the other soldiers who were trying to put down the riot down in the city, they didn't last long. Taylor and her partisans walked into the armory and started to empty the place. The armory was fillled with rifles, pistols, a few light machine guns, and sabers. She pulled out the closest rifle. "These are out-dated Ross rifles! Oh my god, these are like antiques."
One partisan looked at her as he picked up three rifles. "They're better then nothing and besides we have more than enough ammunition for them." That was true. Taylor saw some partisans pull out boxes of bullets that Ross rifles could use. Some large trucks pulled up and the partisans loaded the weapons up into them. The sacking of the armory took about fifteen minutes. Just before they left, a partisan handed her a saber in it's scabbard. "Miss Crawford, if you are going to be our general, then I suggest you keep a generals's weapon." She took it and smiled. The liberation of Kamloops had begun.
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General Andros of the 1st DS Army opened the hatch of his M1, as it slowly moved through Mississauga. The suburb of Toronto was more or less intact, considering the war. The Canadian and Inglish defenders had fallen back to Toronto to make their stand. All they left to attack the Americans with in Mississauga was the wrath of the locals.
Andros couldn't care less about that. Better they get used to the sight of Americans now, it would make their integration into the Democratic States that much easier.
He did worry about his men though. Most were 18, 19 years old. Drafted and sent to the front lines. They had to be disciplined enough to ignore the shouts of the Canucks. They were still young enough that one wrong word would lead to something foolish.
The last thing the DSA needed was to give the Canucks an excuse to retaliate. These were people the DSA was going to try and make Americans. How the hell was that suppose to happen if hot-headed idiots in the DS Army beat the crap out of anyone who called him a "dirty Yank"?
Andros looked ahead to Toronto. The Canadian metropolis was on fire. The Imperial Canadian Tower, the tallest free-standing structure in the world, stood above the smoke, fire, and destruction bellow. Andros was beginning to hate that tower. It seemed like it was mocking him. The attack had started little less then a week ago.
All projections had them reaching Hamilton, the heart of Canadian production by now. The plan was to take Toronto and Kingston, bypass Ottawa, and finish off the Canucks with the knock-out blow at Hamilton.
As it was though, they were still trying to dislodge the Canadians and Inglish from Toronto. Andros had faith he would succeed, he just wished he would succeed at quicker pace.
This war was suppose to be easy. Instead the object obtained was Vancouver. True, it had slowed the dispersion of Inglish troops, but they simply landed north at Prince Rupert.
"Talk to me" Andros answered, as his satellite phone beeped.
"Brigadier General Ivy here, returning your call"
"Ivy, I need you to listen up. I've been looking at some field reports, I need you to swing west, catch the Limies and Canucks while they're not looking."
"General....that would lead our eastern flank vulnerable...."
"The enemy wont see it coming. They won't have the time or wherewithal to take advantage of your weakness. This is an opportunity to deliver a crippling blow, I expect you to take that opportunity."
"Yes...yes sir."
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"We swing west, smash the enemy's rear flank" Brigadier General Sam Ivy announced.
General Andros' orders.
"Sir," Commander Morning protested, our east flank...."
"If we strike quick enough the enemy won't be able to take advantage of that weakness. Lets do this."
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Pvt. First Class Aaron Murray charged the Yankee line, before ducking behind a burnt-out car in the streets of Toronto, gateway to Canadian industry.
The Canadian/Inglo-Scotian line had held strong, and Canadian advancements in the east of the city had allowed the line as a whole to move forward.
That was when the Yanks attacked the western flank, manned primarily by khaki-shirted Inglish, but the occasional red jacked of a Canuck could be seen here or there.
The Yanks had attacked the west, hoping to catch the Inglo-Scotians caught wide-eyed as they advanced forward.
They had wisely left their eastern flank open to attack. As soon as the opening presented itself the yell of "CHARGE" echoed from the Inglo-Scotian ranks, and waved of khaki swarmed the Yankee soft-spot.
Aaron swung his weapon around the corner of the car that was providing cover and fired.
Suddenly thunder rocked the earth as an Inglish Challenger tank blasted a schism in the already fractured American line. Aaron was among the first through.....
10 hours latter
Pvt. Miller stood facing Colonel General Gorge Marlboro, as he sat in his command tent, just erected outside of Mississauga. His khaki uniform was drenched in dirt and blood.
The Yanks had been driven to Queenston, jut on the Canadian side of the border.
After exchanging salutes Marlboro got down to business.
"What do you have for me mate?"
Without saying a word Aaron Miller placed dog-tags of the Yankee style on the General's desk.
"Brigadier General Samuel Robert Ivy" General Marlboro recited, reading the tags....
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LST-1144 floated on the gently rolling waves off the western coast of Canada. To the north, were the Canadian forces. To the South, the Americans were holding Vancouver. The black helmets of the Sturmmann were shining in the mid-day sun, as they loaded onto Amphibious Assault Vehicles 6 miles off of shore. It was but one of 15, each with 6 AAVs on them, ready to be deployed to shore. To be as cheap as possible, each one was packed with 13 Sturmmann, to make 1170 men the first part of the shipment to Canada. It wasn't a huge force, but it needn't be: The Canadians were doing pleasantly well on their own.
The blue-green water floated up the unloading deck. Comments about King Crab from the Northerner Sturmmann and how crayfish was better from those from Southern Myroria were blotted out as the AAVs began their descent down the deck.
Atticus Dominicus, one of the few true Pelagians left in the armed forces, let alone Myroria, swallowed his vomit. Seasickness was a sign of weakness, that the training he had back home meant nothing, or that he neglected to listen at all. Looking out the cracked open door on the AAV, he could see LST-1144 beginning to fade into the horizon. Five more miles of this? Gulp.
"Hey, Atticus!" A private landed a gloved hand on his back. He was so excited. All privates were - to them, this was hunting. Atticus knew better. He saw the looks of the people in Sapphirith as communists were shot down before them. He'd never forget their faces. "This isn't a deer shoot", Atticus wanted to say, but he was afraid he might get bile all over the private's trench coat. He just nodded and smiled, looking at the LST in the distance.
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Ontarion Front
Toronto
The Battle of Toronto was over. After pushing the Americans back to Queenston, the tide had turned on the Ontarion Front. Field Marshal Worthington was proud of his soldiers and of course his allies. It had seemed that the war was turning in the Alllies' favor. Snow was falling hard in the north, but was light here in the south. The advantage that Worthington was waiting for had arrived. Now it was time to advance. He called up the Inglish commander, Colonel General Marlboro. "General, this is Field Marshal Worthington, congratulations on pushing the Americans back from Toronto, but now we need to push them back from our territory all together. I want you to advance. I am giving you the Loyan Volunteers and half of the First Shock Army. Break them at Queenston and we have won the war on the eastern front."
Inglish Columbia
South of Prince George
The snow was falling hard, but luckily the trees shielded much of nature's fury. The Canadian Army was now dressed in their heavy red winter coats, waiting for the signal to advance. The Americans were freezing on their side of the trenches and the partisan operations by an unknown group behind enemy lines called the Provisional Government of Inglish Columbia had forced the Americans to send troops against them near Kamloops. With Kamloops liberated by the partisans, the Americans were now having to fight on two fronts in IC. Private Walter was sitting behind a tree waiting for orders. The orders had come. His captain nodded and pointed his finger in front of him, signalling that they were to launch a general attack all along the front. Private Walter turned to face the enemy and fired at an American soldier. He fell dead. The attack was becoming successful. The Americans had thought that they would be able to end the war before winter, but with the destruction of supply trains and convoys by the IC Provincial Army, they were still in summer uniforms. The Canadians advanced. Walter passed a M1 tank that was in perfect condition, except for the fact that it's engine froze, rendering it useless. The whole front was like that. Many American tanks and other equipment had frozen over from the harsh cold enviroment. This enheartened the soldiers. Walter and his comrades kept advancing, shooting at Americans who fought back. He came across four AMericans trying to man a frozen machine gun.
"Surrender or I'll blow a new asshole in all of you!" The Americans put their hands up as more Canadian soldiers joined the private. As the prisoners were sent back across the line to be sent to a POW camp, one soldier with a sergeant stripes listened to the distant sound of tank and artillery fire. "What is that sound?"
Walter cooly replied. "That is the sound of victory." The sergeant lowered his head.
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Death is not the worst of all evils.
His Majesty's words rang in Atticus' head. A stray bullet from a wandering American soldier knocked down the private he so callously brushed off earlier. The soldier must have run off when he saw he wasn't attacking a single Kraut. Thoughts of anger, both at the soldier and himself, raced through Atticus' mind. "I could have done more. I should have done more. I should have chased that n'wah down until I could blow his brains out.
"We're going to have to meet the Canadians faster than we thought earlier. Who knows how far away from his group he was, he could have been 2 or 20 miles ahead of them." his commander's voice cleared his thoughts. Before long, he was leaving the group around the private - he didn't even know his name - and joined a small group of fellow officers around the Ubermajor.
"We'll have to leave him to the White Hearts," said one captain.
"I'm not having the d'wits take care of him!" said a major. D'wit. Atticus would have laughed, if it weren't for the circumstances. The Delfian-s'wit hybrid was just another corruption of his language.
"We have to, major", said Atticus, speaking up.
"With all due respect, our medics weren't cut out for an immediate fatality - they only have the essentials. We were supposed to get supplies from the Canadians, but they struck too soon."
"You mean casuality, Lieutenant?" said the Ubermajor.
"No, fatality. I went to med school for a year, and unless the White Hearts show up miraculously, he's not gonna make it. Even if they did, it'd be a long shot." Atticus replied, whispering so the private couldn't hear.
The particularly racist major whispered back, almost in a yell. "I ain't gonna let him be treated by the d'wits, that's for sure! And I sure as hell ain't gonna let him just lie there, dying!"
"S'wit." said Atticus.
"What, Lieutenant?"
"It's s'wit, not d'wit." The major would have charged him, but backed off.
"Listen," said the Ubermajor.
"We'll take him with us. If it's a fatality, like you said, we'll bury him or cremate him or whatever he specified when he joined."
"Yes, sir." said the group in unison, some more reluctant about the major winning the battle of words after all.
The private was in a ditch somewhere by the time the remaining soldiers saw the fires of a Canadian camp burning in the sunset. The soldiers lifted their visors up and yelled that there were Myrorian as they approached the camp. They didn't know who was there, or when their last and next battle would be, but at least they would have some good food in their stomachs and proper medical supplies.
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ooc: what is the closest city you are at? i don't have myrorians in my map. You can call the White Heart by radio, we have receivers. Another thing, not all White Hearts are Delfian lol. There's even Loyan near Winnipeg.
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We're in between the DSA front and the Canadian Inglish Columbian front. We're moving north to meet them. And the Myrorians don't know where the White Hearts are either, which is another thing that influenced the Ubermajor's decision to take the private with them, because he wasn't sure if they'd even arrive at all.
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ooc: Ok this is what the winter is looking like right now.
(http://www.dennisflood.com/photos/pow/2005-01/l-weathered-tree-in-blizzard-8013.jpg)
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It was a cold, dry day in Beaconsfield.
Emperor George VII sat outside on a balcony of Phillip's Palace, overlooking Beaconsfield's Imperial Gardens. In the distance the Imperial banner, the archer on red of Ingland and lion rampant of Scotia quartered, fluttered in the weak but ongoing breeze.
He picked up the last piece of toast, as he did after every supper, and spread a thin layer of butter over it.
After finishing his meal he took out a cigar made from Virginian tobacco, a gift from Confederate ex-president Michael Chamberlain. He puffed on the cigar for a while, starring at the sunset as it tried to inject some colour into the dull grey Inglish sky.
"Your Imperial Majesty...."
George turned around, to see an Imperial guard, dressed in a red jacket and black trousers with a khaki stripe running down the sides of the legs, standing in attention.
"Yes?" the Emperor enquired.
"The Rt. Honourable Stephen Crofts has arrived, he wishes to have a moment of your time."
"Yes, yes, of course, send him in."
George liked to take an active role in the running of the nation, so he never passed an opportunity to speak with a Prime Minister. It didn't hurt that he actually liked Crofts, a self-made man who had pulled himself up from a small farm in northern Ingland.
Crofts was escorted to the patio, dressed in khaki slacks and a plain cotton shirt.
One would say that attire wasn't befitting a visitor to His Imperial Majesty, but as far as Crofts was concerned putting on a big show, while important, was only needed when the cameras were rolling.
Crofts took a seat beside the Emperor.
"We knocked the Yankees out of Toronto yesterday. They're stalling on the charge to Winnipeg."
"Vancouver?"
"Still in American hands, but a unified PI force of Myrorians, Canadians, and our boys are preparing to retake the city."
"I suppose you know the prices of victory or defeat Stephen."
"Yes Your Majesty. Once we push the Yankees out of Canada we'll be in a position to attack American territory. Then we can dictate terms of peace, and we will have successfully enveloped the Democratic States."
"And if we fail Stephen, well allow me to make myself clear, we can't fail."
"I have no intention of failing Your Imperial Majesty. General Wellington has been dispatched to the Winnipeg front."
"You have yet to send Field Marshal Theriot."
"When the Yankees are running across the border in retreat Theriot will be dispatched to send the message that if they don't agree to our terms destruction is their alternative."
The Emperor was confident that if Theriot had been sent at the start they would be toasting victory in New Yorkshire by now. Still, he trusted Crofts. Crofts had served a distinguished carrier as a Colonel-General in the army before entering politics. He knew what he was doing militarily, and the Emperor trusted him.
"And Destler?"
"Erik is working to see to it that after this war the Democratic States is in no position to challenge any of use ever again."
"Good to hear Stephen."
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Inglish Columbian Front
Outside of Williams Lake
Charles loved the small town of Williams Lake and he felt good when the Canadian Army and her allies marched through the streets south to liberate southern IC. The Princess Hoshi's Light Infantry was at the frontlines in camp right now. The snow whistled by and the sky was lit up with the Southern Lights. Beautiful, just beautiful. thought Colonel Charles Paul. He heard some noises coming from the south. The Canadians armed themselves and prepared for another DSA attack, but it never came. Instead, a large group of men and women in white trench-coats and strange helmets came out of the snow. "Careful lads, those are Myrorians." The regiment lowered their weapons and went to greet their allies. Charles even made a joke. "Long walk lads." The two groups laughed.
The front was alive with gunfire. The previous night had offered the PI armies some rest, but the American troops tried one more time to break the spirit of the PI armies. It didn't work. The Canadians, Inglish, and Myrorians were holding the line. Jets flew forward to engage the American fighters. Tanks from both sides met and fought, but Charles knew for the Americans, only retreat would save them. Charles looked over at the Myrorian commander and nodded. The two men led their regiments against the Americans forceing them back. The combined efforts of the two regiments secured Williams Lake and from there, the roads to Vancouver and Free Kamloops.
Ottawa
Lord Protector Rommel was sitting in his office waiting for the arrival of three of his ministers. He looked out the window, like he always did. As if God would give him an answer to his problems. The war was ending and the Canadian Empire had held out, with the help of their allies however. A guard walked in. "Your Excellency, Ministers Hamburger, Ford and Morena are here to speak with you." Rommel nodded and let the three ministers in. Jean Hamburger was the Minister of Agriculture, Daniel Ford was the Miniter of Industry, and Marie Morena was the Minister of Natural Resources. He wished to speak with them to see what condition the nation was in. He motioned them to seats and then turned to them.
"I asked for you to bring me reports on the economic condition of the country. I need to know how bad this is. Anyone?"
Minister Hamburger started. "Your Excellency, our agriculture is still as strong as it was before the war started. Because the war took place on three fronts and none of those fronts were near our agricultural centers of Alberta and Saskatchewan, our agriculture wasn't affected at all. We can restart our trade with nations as soon as the war is over."
Minister Morena added on to Jean's report. "Same with natural resources. The oil-fields of Alberta and Alaska, the fishing companies in Nova Scotia, Prince Edward Island and Labrador, the diamond and gold mines of the northern territories, and the timber industry of northern Inglish Columbia has hardly been affected. We are still strong economically. After the war, we can return to our position as one of the top trading nations."
Rommel could believe what he was hearing. The war had hardly affected the economic status of the Empire. All of the economic provinces and territories had never even been the sights of any battles, with the exception of northern IC, but even with the IC lumber industry a little down, they could still use the lumber in Alaska, the Yukon and the Northwest Territories. He was pleased.
"Daniel, your turn."
Daniel Ford pulled out a folder. "Your Excellency, with the Battle of Toronto, we lost a sizable amount of our industrial capability. The move of some industrial factories north saved us though. Hamilton and Kingston as well as Montreal can still sustain our industrial power for a while, until the factories are moved back to Toronto or rebuilt. It will be a problem for us, but not a vast problem. All we need to do is put all of our industrial capabilities into the rebuilding of the industrial center in Toronto and then we will be back in business. In Toronto, the battle was mostly in the city's economic and industrial areas, so we just need to rebuild the destroyed areas. The residential and government areas were luckily spared so we still have a city of Toronto, but we just need to rebuild the factories."
Rommel nodded. Of course he knew that there would be some economic problem the government would need to deal with, but it wasn't a large problem. "Alright Ministers, you may go back to your offices and prepare a full report back to me and then I will bring this up to Parliament and we will see what we can do."
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Occupied Inglish Columbia
12 miles outside of Penticton
Kole, the proclaimed General of the Provincial Army, looked over the hill to the American camp. The Americans were encamped in a field waiting to be moved north to stop the Canadian advance. All around him were the proud soldiers of the Provincial Army. They dressed in winter coats and jackets, but wore the symbol of the province of IC, the Spirit Bear. Kole looked at his second-in-command Colonel William Shephard. "Willy, we need to destroy or molest this camp. We claim weapons, ammo, and other supplies. Leave no one alive." Willy saluted and went to relay the Kole's orders. In the few months that the Provisional Government of Inglish Columbia was created and it's army built to protect it, they had grown strong. It had grown to over 40,000 people, both men and women all over Occupied IC, but the vanguard of the army was in the center of the occupied territory, led by the Provisonal Government from Kamloops. The army in the largest part of Occupied Inglish Columbia numbered near fifteen thousand infantry and eight hundred cavalry with various artillery pieces. Kole was proud of the army that he led, but it wasn't large enough to meet the Americans on open ground as well as defend the territory that the Provisional Government had freed. Kelowna, Kamloops, Ashcroft, Clinton and Cache Creek were all free from American tyranny, but Kole knew that he needed to defeat the Americans in order to hold them. After this battle, he was free to to enter Penticton and free that city. Word had reached him that the 1st Penticton Volunteers were already causing problems for the Americans garrison. But this camp was a threat to the Provincial Army.
"Alright lads, the First Kamloops Volunteers and the Second will be at our center, the Seventh Kelowna Volunteers and the First Cache Creek Volunteers will take the flanks. I want the Sixth Imperial Mounted Rifles and the Third Imperial Mounted Rifles to be prepared to cut the Americans off when we attack. The First Kamloops Howitzers will launch an attack that will send the Americans into confusion and then we will strike. Let's go."
The attack began. The Americans were unprepared for the sudden attack. Howitzers opened up on the camp sending many Americans into a frenzy. Many reached for their weapons but the sudden attack had kept many from doing anything. The infantry charged down the hill, firing as they went. Some had M16s and other American weapons, but most were holding the out-dated Ross rifles. The Canadians attacked quickly just as the Americans were setting up a defensive line. Excatly as Kole knew they would. The Canadians hid behind trees and large rocks and fired at the Americans. As the two groups battled each other, the final end to the battle happened. The cavalry that Kole had sent behind the Americans charged toward the line. They fired their carbines and then whe the cavalry neared the Americans line, they drew sabers and tore through the line. The infantry advanced, shooting at any AMericans that they spied. Soon the remaining Americans surrendered. But Kole didn't have a single symbpathictic bone in his body. As the Americans were stripped of their weapons, they were brought before the partisan army and they were executed by firing squad.
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Inglish Columbian Front
60 miles outside of Vancouver
Field Marshal Worthington got out of the black car that had driven him to Arthur Currie's headquarters outside of Vancouver. He straightened his red uniform and fixed his hat. An aide came and showed him to the General's tent where he was planning the final attack on Vancouver and on the DS Army. He had arrived unexpectedly to take personal command of the Canadian Army while his friend and mentor, Field Marshal Theriot had arrived not long before taking command of the Inglish Army. Field Marshal Worthington moved through the HQ. Staff and soldiers watched as the notorious Canadian Field Marshal of the Armies and Chairman of the General Staff walked past them. His face was the face of a victorious commander, as so he was. The Field Marshal had recently arrived from the Ontarian Front where the Canadian and Feneixian armies had held out in Toronto and even pushed the Americans across the border. Now he was to take command of the Canadian Army here in Inglish Columbia. He looked at the men in red around him and even some in khaki staring at him in awe. Enlisted soldiers. They are the ones who win battles, not officers and certaintly not field marshals. The Field Marshal had a great respect for enlisted soldiers.
Worthington walked into the General's tent as they stood over a map of Vancouver and the surrounding areas. He noticed many of the senior officers wore red, and some even wore Myrorian black, but one was dressed in khaki. Worthington nodded to Field Marshal Theriot. General Currie saluted as did the other officers. "General Currie, I have been ordered by Parliament and the Lord Protector to take command of our Canadian army here in IC."
General Currie nodded. "Yes sir. But my question is that why wasn't I warned before hand so I could have properly greeted you."
"General, you have done well leading this army against our enemy. But you were not told because our Intelligance was worried that spies may be relying information back to the DSA. So I came unexpectedly. So what is the situation?"
Arthur Currie showed the Field Marshal to the map. "Our intelligence tells us that the Americans have massed outside of Vancouver. They haven't set up trenches, but there are foxholes and tank barricades to get around. Mines have killed some our men already. We are almost ready to attack. I have ordered Air Chief Marshal Simon to bomb the American positions and also I have had artillery launch missiles and shells at the Americans to soften them up. Grand Admiral Trudeau has contacted me and he says he ready to blockade the harbor and hammer the American rear with his battleships."
Field Marshal Worthington nodded. "Good work General. I am ordering you to take command of our eastern flank where we have placed the Canadian and Myrorian soldiers. Field Marshal Theriot, I would like the report of your Inglish soldiers please."
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It was suppose to be Wellington.
General Wellington was suppose to take command of the Inglish army outside of Vancouver.
At the Emperor's insistence, however, the plan changed. Wellington was sent to Winnipeg, and Theriot was sent to Vancouver.
It wasn't that he didn't want to be there, he just wanted a break. It wasn't to long ago that he was cutting straight through Kentucky, threatening to take Columbus if the DSA didn't recognize the independence of the southern Confederacy.
That was suppose to be the war that capped off a distinguished carrier. The situation dictated otherwise, though. The continued American occupation of Vancouver could not go on.
Wellington may be a capable general, but HIM would sleep better knowing that Theriot was on the ground.
Besides, his presence there would be a psychological advantage as well. Very few generals had given the DS Army a betting like Andrew Theriot had.
"Field Marshal Worthington," Theriot began, HIM's 7th Army is ready and willing to begin the fight to take back Vancouver. We will charge along the coast. I have been assured by Admiral Paine that the DS Pacific Navy is to tied down fighting the navies of our allied nations to hinder our advance."
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Worthington nodded. "Good, thank you Field Marshal. You all have your orders so let's go and finish this war. I have orders from the Lord Protector and from Parliament. We are not to invade DS territory, but our navies are allowed to bombard their cities like Seattle. Let's begin." The commanders nodded and saluted. Field Marshal Worthington walked to his new command post where he could dictate the battle. The khaki soldiers headed west to the coast with a few red-unformed men. The rest of the army was ready to attack. He could hear planes soar overtop the base and also artillery open up again on the American lines. So it begins. The final war between the Democratic States and Greater Canada would end near the city of Vancouver. Field Marshal Theriot walked into the command post. "Andrew, I feel so much better to know that you are here to command the Inglish armies in IC. I respect Wellington, but we need a feared field marshal to be leding the Inglish here. Where are you going?"
Andrew smiled. "I am going to lead the Inglish armies personally."
Worthington nodded. "Good, I will send a few more Canadian soldiers to bolster your army. You have your army and your orders. Dismissed, Field Marshal."
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"So, where are we heading to again?"
"Some prison camp, for gods sake, i told you the last 18 times you asked!"
"Sorry..."
The march of the Kailazerc was long and slow. They saw no reason to hurry. All they were doing was going to guard some prison camps that the Canadians set up. It wasn't that big of a deal. All it did was free up some soldiers. Most of the soldiers walked, there long knifes ,which was normal in Kailazerc, Strapped to the backs, and there rifles were being held loosely in there hands. Within a few days, they'll be at the camps. A company per camp. So, the line went on, slow, and long. slow, and long.
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Theriot's Challenger II rolled through the snow as the Inglish line advanced toward Vancouver.
Bombs were flying everywhere, bullets shot through the cold, winter air.
"All lines are holding, Field Marshal" his communications officer forwarded.
"And those further west?"
"Wellington reports the Americans' latest attempt to take Winnipeg has stalled."
Theriot pulled up an image of the front on one the screens that surrounded him in his chair. It was a basic representation of the battlefield, it didn't change via live updates. It was good for getting the basic feel of the battlefield though, at least at the start.
A line of blue symbolized the DS front line.
"Sir, the 15th Armoured Division is reporting a weak spot in the Yankee lines near Check Point Tango."
"Lets lead the way" Theriot responded, sinking himself into the chair.
The tank made a slight turn to the right, careful not to make the turn to fast, thus exposing itself to enemy fire.
"Charge forward" Theriot ordered. The tank sped forward, charging the American lines.
At that moment an American solider manning an artillery piece fired. The shell shot into the air, and crashed down to earth. Something went wrong though. It didn't explode, not right away at least. It sat there, lodged into the cold ground.
Just then the Challenger 2 tank of Field Marshal Andrew Theriot rolled over the seemingly dead projectile.
The tank went up in flames.
From the wreckage, the Field Marshal Theriot crawled through the snow, the coldness of the snow contrasting with the flames of the destroyed tank.
The Field Marshal turned himself over onto his bank, bullets and smoke dancing in the air over his head.
A young Inglo-Scotian soldier saw what had happened, and rushed to his aid.
"Filed Marshal! Are you alright?" he yelled.
Just before he could turn his head to call for a medic Theriot's hand grasped the collar of the soldier's flak jacket and pulled him down to the earth to whisper something into his ear.
"Push on....push on...."
With that Andrew Theriot sank into unconsciousness.
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"To victory!"
That was Lieutenant-General Ian Wellington, Duke of Devonshire's toast in front of the town hall of Rosenfield, Manitoba, a small town lying about half-way between Winnipeg and the Canadian/American border.
The Americans had been expelled, and the Canadian flag once again flew over the town, with the Inglo-Scotian union jack draped over the door of a small hotel, serving as Wellington's HQ.
A touch-and go fight, but the Americans lost their chance when General Provost, due his mounting casualties, refused to pursue retreating PI armies. That have the PI forces a chance to push the Americans out of Winnipeg, and out of Rosenfield some time afterwards.
Wellington walked through the streets, to the town high school's football field. The complex had been converted into a PoW camp.
The mass of green-grey uniforms behind the makeshift walls, covered in dirt, didn't play on his compassion.
"Yanks should have known what they were getting themselves into" he muttered to himself.
A night or two in the Manitoban winter would do them good.
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Colonel Paul was leading his men along with some Inglish soldiers to Vancouver. The American lines had held, but when the legendary Field Marshal Theriot came on the scene, the American line fell and began to retreat. But Charles was there when he saw the Field Marshal's tank explod. He saw a figure leave the burning wreakage and fall to the ground. An Inglish soldier ran up and held the field marshal. Colonel Paul arrived at the soldier's side and saw that the figure was indeed Field Marshal Theriot. But he was dead. Colonel Paul looked at the Inglish soldier and saw him crying. "It's alright soldier, this is how he would've wanted to go. Leading his men into battle." He pointed to two Canadian and two Inglish soldiers. "You four, get a streacher and lay the field marshal's body on it. Take it back to headquarters." he then turned back to the soldier. "What was his last words?"
"Push on." the soldier said sobbing.
"Then push on we will. Princess Hoshi's Light Infantry, Revenge for the Field Marshal!" The Canadian and Inglish lines cried out in a single voice. "Revenge of the Field Marshal! Revenge for Theriot!" They surged forward, taking the Americans by surprise. The slipt minutes since the Field Marshal's death casue an increase in morale for the Americans, but then that morale was shot through the heart as the revenge seeking Inglish and Canadian army met them in combat. Colonel Paul in his blue uniform fired his rifle and grunted when he heard a scream. The American lines were failing. They were retreating.
Xavier Rommel overlooked the reports of the PI advance in Manitoba and in Inglish Columbia. The reports came in were good, but with one bit of news that hit Rommel in the chest. Andrew theriot, Field Marshal of the Inglish Army had been killed. He ttok hard, but he needed to end the war. He picked up the phone. "Foriegn Ministry please....Thank you.....Hello....Yes this is Lord Protector Rommel....I want a message sent to President Kennedy.....I want him to surrender immediatly and until he answers the war will continue....Yes...I want it sent the moment that Vancouver is in our hands....Thank you." He hung up and waited.
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"It's getting a bit cold, eh Atticus?"
"I've had worse, Aldous." replied Atticus, flipping down his helmet's vizor and kicking down the bundle of sticks that was the "Soldier's Altar" of the traditional Pelagian Pantheon. A soldier would not be smited by the gods for doing so. It seemed as soon as the sticks collapsed, he heard a bang behind him, got his eyes covered in dirty snow, and did a 180 turn before the pain hit him. His leg seemingly gave out from under him, and he saw Aldous nearly wringed backwards around a tree. Artillery. This was a most dangerous situation; with a bad leg, it was unlikely he could get away. Now he was being dragged backwards over the sounds of "Medic!" and "Damnit!". Another soldier was dragging him away from the situation, firing behind him with his Luger. Luger? An officer, for sure. He saw a glimpse of American uniforms before the door to the ULTRA AP shut, and started.
The ULTRA AP was quiet. Turning his head to the side over the pain in his leg, he saw why. There lay Aldous, dead. This wasn't an ambulance; this was a hearse. Another bang, the ULTRA AP swerved. He saw a glimpse of sunlight in the dome on the ceiling, and the vehicle hit a tree. The back door was shaken ajar. He had to get out of here, it'd be blown to smithereens. Tumbling out the bottom, he saw the drivers, G36's flailing, running back toward the battle.
This is the end. The bitter, bitter end.
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The New Yorkshire Times
DUKE OF GLOUCESTER SAILS INTO VANCOUVER HARBOUR
The headline starred back at Adam Kennedy, mocking him, starring into his very soul.
How could this have happened?
For three years the DSA had been built up into a military machine. He had decided to invade a weaker enemy to isolate the hated Confederacy.
Now the PI had expelled his armies from Canada, and his generals were telling him the PI's request for an armistice was the most logical thing he could do.
What was he suppose to do? He was up for re-election in a year, and he had failed to deliver the military victory he had promised America.
Well he had one option, all though he wasn't sure how well it would go over.
It was why his generals had told him to accept the PI terms of peace. If the DSA continued, their armies would be bogged down in Canada for years to come, and stagnant wars were never popular with the American public.
By accepting the PI terms, status quo ante bellum, he could sell the war as success under the pretence that the same enemies who had turn the DSA military apart five years earlier had been drawn to a stalemate.
He could at least claim that Canada and Inglo-Scotia had leaned a lesson in American military might.
"Call Crofts, tell him we're ready to talk" he informed Abramson, his Secretary of Defence.
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"Hey, look at this one"
The Kailazerc soldiers began crowding around the captured officer, who was forced to, under gunpoint, act like a mime.
"So, what do ya think we ought to do with him? Shoot him, or let 'em go?"
"shoot the guy"
"Wait, wait, please noo!"
The Soldier shot the officer, and his body fell.
"Well, that was fun, find another one."
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Atticus could smell motor oil. Propped up against the bumper of the ULTRA AP, he could see blood coming from his leg, but he was lucky. Sure, he couldn't walk, but from the year of med school he took, it didn't look like he'd lose it. Or at least lose much of it. But he needed to get out of here for that prediction to ring true. His only hope was climbing into the cabin of the armored truck, and hoping it'd still work. Pulling some of the cheap faux fur out of the trench coat belonging to one of the dead men in the back, he wrapped up his leg and flipped over. His face hit the ground, but the helmet absorbed the blow. Reaching for anything, anything at all to grasp, he moved slowly, sufferingly, toward the cabin. The driver's door was open, thank God. Trees around him fell from the artillery; probably on the American side, those cowards. A Quarrovth like him would go face-to-face, until you either died or retreated. Surrender was not an option for a Quarrovth. Good thing this kept his mind occupied, because now he was clutching the step into the cabin, and climbed in. There were dice on the rear view mirror, and N'wah Killer scribbled in makeshift italics on the dashboard. He flipped himself over, and threw his helmet into the passenger's seat. Yes, the key was in the ignition still. Atticus prayed and turned the key. It didn't start. Again. It didn't start. Again. It didn't start. One more time, and it turned over, expelling tons of exhaust into the atmosphere. It must have been the adrenaline, or the idea of getting back to base, but he somehow pulled back the gear stick and continued to drive. He hit holes made by artillery, but he didn't care about the thrashing. He could see pillars of smoke ahead. The war was over.