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Hey all, this is my new story. if you have read my other one, this follows the same empire, Germany, in the same game. Only the thing is, this story never happened... im making just about every bit of it up. The only parts that aren't made up is the history, which i have not really gotten into because this story is actually set about 80-100 years in the future of where i actually am in the game! Hope you enjoy.
Chapter 1
The War Begins...
Bismark sighed as he read the latest reports. A massive build up of Celtic infantry, artillery and tanks were poised on Germany’s western border. Portuguese forces, including their modern tanks, though still vastly inferior to German ones, infantry and rocket artillery where ready to assault the eastern border. The Central Sea, Germany’s northern border, had divulged a massive Spanish armada laden with landing craft. In years since the end of the Age of War, a brutal age over 200 years of constant power struggles, intense conflicts, and violent revolutions, Germany was the only remaining Democratic power. Every other country was either Fascist or Communist, with the latter contained to the Zulu. Carthage, the last nation other than Germany to ever have elections, even though they were only a republic, was long since carved up and divided between Persia and Arabia. The United Nations had finally ended the Age of War, seemingly bringing all the nations to bargaining tables, instead of battle fields. 50 years of peace had broken out over the world, and Germany continued to flourish. Since the conquest of the Netherlands, and the short wars with Portugal, Celtica, Arabia, and Babylon, Germany was the richest and most advanced nation in the world. All this did was too illicit even more jealousy from the world who already resented Germany for its size. Finally that jealousy would manifest itself. “Get me Henry, Brennus, and Isabella on the video conferencing ASAP,” he managed to his secretary. “Yes sir.”
The conference was scheduled for noon, Berlin time, an hour away. “Good,” the German Chancellor thought to himself, “That gives me time to talk with Frederick.”
The military advisor to the German Empire strode into Bismark’s presence in less than 20 minutes. “Welcome Frederick, I assume you have been briefed on the situation...”
Frederick saluted and spoke, “Yes sir, we are in quite a spot sir, have you met with any of the respected leaders?”
Bismark solemnly shook his head, “No, the meeting is scheduled for 12 though.”
“Then all we have to do is tell them to withdraw or face annihilation, it’s that simple.”
Bismark frowned, “No it isn’t, the world is jealous of Germany’s glory, But right now, these three are the only ones who have made any actions. They want to end German prosperity,” Bismark hesitated on the next words, “if not the entire German race.”
“Should we strike pre...” Frederick was cut off by the intercom on Bismark’s desk.
“Sir, I know im not supposed to bother you during a conference, but we have an urgent video conference request from Cleopatra.” The secretary blurted, obviously hoping that the fact it was from Cleopatra would keep her from feeling the Chancellor’s wrath.
“Fine, set up the connection.” Bismark sighed.... what news would he hear now?
In moments the soft face of Cleopatra filled the screen on the opposite wall. “Greetings Cleopatra. How are things in Egypt?” Bismark asked, trying to sound as casual as possible, the truth was that Bismark knew how bad things were in Egypt. They had been all but conquered by Persia during the Age of War, and they had never recovered, even with German aid.
“No time for pleasantries Bismark.” Her frankness surprised and almost startled Bismark. “I am sure that you are aware of the armies of Portugal, the Celts, and Spain encroaching on your land?” Bismark simply nodded. “Well, you are going to come under attack at noon today, if you aren’t near a clock, that is in less than thirty minutes.” Bismark was obviously rattled. “But I have worse news than that, it is not only those three who will be attacking you. EVERY nation of the world will declare war on you at noon today!”
Bismark’s head fell forward, as his heart sank, finally he brought himself to speak, “You too, Cleopatra?”
“That was the original plan, yes. But I am not going to turn my back on you, my army will land on your shores but we will aid you in your defense.”
“Hmm... what about your borders with Persia and Babylon, won’t they attack you when the realize that you aren’t on their team?”
“They would if they would have an army here. Bismark, every nation is throwing everything they have at you. The only troops left behind are the bare minimums for a defense. I will leave a small army of about 100,000 men here in Egypt, under cover of course, and will attack Persia at 2 this evening. Egypt wishes to reclaim her glory.”
Bismark thought about it, and realized that this plan may work, “I assume Persia is behind this.”
“As usual, you assume right. They can’t stand to share the spotlight, let alone be upstaged by, as Xerxes said, ‘a band of barbaric neanderthals.’ ”
“Humph... figures. Ok, is there anything Germany can do to aid you? I know, you still have only Jet fighters and Jet bombers... How would you like to know the secrets of stealth technology?”
Cleopatra was apparently at a loss for words, “That is quite generous of you. Thank you.” With that, the screen went blank.
Bismark smiled despite the situation, finally turning to Frederick. “Okay, get our entire navy ready to intercept enemy invasion forces in all waters. Get our planes ready to pound the main three ground attackers. And get our entire supply of cruise missiles ready to fire....” Bismark had hoped he would never have to give the following order, “and clear for the launch of our nuclear stockpile.”
Frederick sighed, “Yes sir. For the Fatherland.” Frederick hurried from the room.
At precisely 12 o’clock, a three-way split image lit up the video conference screen. Brennus, Henry, and Isabella each had their own piece of the split scree, and smiled condescendingly at Bismark. Bismark trembled from barely contained rage. “Why?” he stammered, glaring at his enemies.
“Bismark, you have gathered quite an empire over the years, and we think it is time that we have a share of it.” Henry, the leader of Portugal said.
Brennus, the ‘president’ of the Celts, spoke, “We will refuse to sit by any longer while you try to swallow up the entire continent through your out-dated, capitalistic ways.”
Isabella, Queen of Spain spoke up, “In short Bismark, Fu*k you and your Empire.” This brought a chorus of laughs from the other leaders.
“Look at this Bismark.” Henry began rolling a live video of his army already shelling, bombing, and attacking the German border. An aid appeared next to Bismark and whispered in his ear. A smile crossed Bismark’s face despite the situation.
“I suggest you continue to watch, you *******.” Bismark said, sneering. As he finished his sound, the faint whistling of falling bombs could be heard on Henry’s live feed. The world for many of the soldiers beyond the main focus ended as thousands of 500 pound bombs fell on them from unseen and unheard German stealth bombers. Henry watched in horror, and it was soon apparent that Brennus and Isabella received similar news. Bismark stood with a flourish and spoke to his enemies, “YOU ARROGANT FOOLS! YOU THINK THAT YOU CAN DEFEAT GERMANY? GERMANY WILL ALWAYS BE! UNTIL THE END OF TIME GERMANY WILL STAND!” The screen went dark and shattered into a million pieces when Bismark threw the closest thing in reach, a 2 pound paper-weight, at the screen.
Frederick returned to Bismark’s office about an hour after the video conversation. “Sir, despite or best efforts Portugal has captured Lourenco Marques and are headed towards Leiria. The Celts have taken New Hamburg. Spain has bombarded much of New Konigsberg into oblivion. Our navy has been all but destroyed. Arabic forces have landed outside of Eindhoven. The Zulu have landed just north of them at Delft. Persia has taken Coventry, and are assaulting New Heidelberg, Cacela, and Norwich. A combined Babylonian-Sumerian force has landed and is attacking Reading and Salzburg. The Egyptian relief force, however, has landed at Munich, under the guise that they are attacking the city. Also, the small army that Egypt kept in their homeland is gearing up for their attack on Persia. Our tanks and artillery are still not yet in position to counter the onslaught.”
Bismark’s head hung so low Frederick wouldn’t have been surprised if it was resting on the great mahogany desk. “This is going to be a rough war.” He finally stammered.
Chapter 1
The War Begins...
Bismark sighed as he read the latest reports. A massive build up of Celtic infantry, artillery and tanks were poised on Germany’s western border. Portuguese forces, including their modern tanks, though still vastly inferior to German ones, infantry and rocket artillery where ready to assault the eastern border. The Central Sea, Germany’s northern border, had divulged a massive Spanish armada laden with landing craft. In years since the end of the Age of War, a brutal age over 200 years of constant power struggles, intense conflicts, and violent revolutions, Germany was the only remaining Democratic power. Every other country was either Fascist or Communist, with the latter contained to the Zulu. Carthage, the last nation other than Germany to ever have elections, even though they were only a republic, was long since carved up and divided between Persia and Arabia. The United Nations had finally ended the Age of War, seemingly bringing all the nations to bargaining tables, instead of battle fields. 50 years of peace had broken out over the world, and Germany continued to flourish. Since the conquest of the Netherlands, and the short wars with Portugal, Celtica, Arabia, and Babylon, Germany was the richest and most advanced nation in the world. All this did was too illicit even more jealousy from the world who already resented Germany for its size. Finally that jealousy would manifest itself. “Get me Henry, Brennus, and Isabella on the video conferencing ASAP,” he managed to his secretary. “Yes sir.”
The conference was scheduled for noon, Berlin time, an hour away. “Good,” the German Chancellor thought to himself, “That gives me time to talk with Frederick.”
The military advisor to the German Empire strode into Bismark’s presence in less than 20 minutes. “Welcome Frederick, I assume you have been briefed on the situation...”
Frederick saluted and spoke, “Yes sir, we are in quite a spot sir, have you met with any of the respected leaders?”
Bismark solemnly shook his head, “No, the meeting is scheduled for 12 though.”
“Then all we have to do is tell them to withdraw or face annihilation, it’s that simple.”
Bismark frowned, “No it isn’t, the world is jealous of Germany’s glory, But right now, these three are the only ones who have made any actions. They want to end German prosperity,” Bismark hesitated on the next words, “if not the entire German race.”
“Should we strike pre...” Frederick was cut off by the intercom on Bismark’s desk.
“Sir, I know im not supposed to bother you during a conference, but we have an urgent video conference request from Cleopatra.” The secretary blurted, obviously hoping that the fact it was from Cleopatra would keep her from feeling the Chancellor’s wrath.
“Fine, set up the connection.” Bismark sighed.... what news would he hear now?
In moments the soft face of Cleopatra filled the screen on the opposite wall. “Greetings Cleopatra. How are things in Egypt?” Bismark asked, trying to sound as casual as possible, the truth was that Bismark knew how bad things were in Egypt. They had been all but conquered by Persia during the Age of War, and they had never recovered, even with German aid.
“No time for pleasantries Bismark.” Her frankness surprised and almost startled Bismark. “I am sure that you are aware of the armies of Portugal, the Celts, and Spain encroaching on your land?” Bismark simply nodded. “Well, you are going to come under attack at noon today, if you aren’t near a clock, that is in less than thirty minutes.” Bismark was obviously rattled. “But I have worse news than that, it is not only those three who will be attacking you. EVERY nation of the world will declare war on you at noon today!”
Bismark’s head fell forward, as his heart sank, finally he brought himself to speak, “You too, Cleopatra?”
“That was the original plan, yes. But I am not going to turn my back on you, my army will land on your shores but we will aid you in your defense.”
“Hmm... what about your borders with Persia and Babylon, won’t they attack you when the realize that you aren’t on their team?”
“They would if they would have an army here. Bismark, every nation is throwing everything they have at you. The only troops left behind are the bare minimums for a defense. I will leave a small army of about 100,000 men here in Egypt, under cover of course, and will attack Persia at 2 this evening. Egypt wishes to reclaim her glory.”
Bismark thought about it, and realized that this plan may work, “I assume Persia is behind this.”
“As usual, you assume right. They can’t stand to share the spotlight, let alone be upstaged by, as Xerxes said, ‘a band of barbaric neanderthals.’ ”
“Humph... figures. Ok, is there anything Germany can do to aid you? I know, you still have only Jet fighters and Jet bombers... How would you like to know the secrets of stealth technology?”
Cleopatra was apparently at a loss for words, “That is quite generous of you. Thank you.” With that, the screen went blank.
Bismark smiled despite the situation, finally turning to Frederick. “Okay, get our entire navy ready to intercept enemy invasion forces in all waters. Get our planes ready to pound the main three ground attackers. And get our entire supply of cruise missiles ready to fire....” Bismark had hoped he would never have to give the following order, “and clear for the launch of our nuclear stockpile.”
Frederick sighed, “Yes sir. For the Fatherland.” Frederick hurried from the room.
At precisely 12 o’clock, a three-way split image lit up the video conference screen. Brennus, Henry, and Isabella each had their own piece of the split scree, and smiled condescendingly at Bismark. Bismark trembled from barely contained rage. “Why?” he stammered, glaring at his enemies.
“Bismark, you have gathered quite an empire over the years, and we think it is time that we have a share of it.” Henry, the leader of Portugal said.
Brennus, the ‘president’ of the Celts, spoke, “We will refuse to sit by any longer while you try to swallow up the entire continent through your out-dated, capitalistic ways.”
Isabella, Queen of Spain spoke up, “In short Bismark, Fu*k you and your Empire.” This brought a chorus of laughs from the other leaders.
“Look at this Bismark.” Henry began rolling a live video of his army already shelling, bombing, and attacking the German border. An aid appeared next to Bismark and whispered in his ear. A smile crossed Bismark’s face despite the situation.
“I suggest you continue to watch, you *******.” Bismark said, sneering. As he finished his sound, the faint whistling of falling bombs could be heard on Henry’s live feed. The world for many of the soldiers beyond the main focus ended as thousands of 500 pound bombs fell on them from unseen and unheard German stealth bombers. Henry watched in horror, and it was soon apparent that Brennus and Isabella received similar news. Bismark stood with a flourish and spoke to his enemies, “YOU ARROGANT FOOLS! YOU THINK THAT YOU CAN DEFEAT GERMANY? GERMANY WILL ALWAYS BE! UNTIL THE END OF TIME GERMANY WILL STAND!” The screen went dark and shattered into a million pieces when Bismark threw the closest thing in reach, a 2 pound paper-weight, at the screen.
Frederick returned to Bismark’s office about an hour after the video conversation. “Sir, despite or best efforts Portugal has captured Lourenco Marques and are headed towards Leiria. The Celts have taken New Hamburg. Spain has bombarded much of New Konigsberg into oblivion. Our navy has been all but destroyed. Arabic forces have landed outside of Eindhoven. The Zulu have landed just north of them at Delft. Persia has taken Coventry, and are assaulting New Heidelberg, Cacela, and Norwich. A combined Babylonian-Sumerian force has landed and is attacking Reading and Salzburg. The Egyptian relief force, however, has landed at Munich, under the guise that they are attacking the city. Also, the small army that Egypt kept in their homeland is gearing up for their attack on Persia. Our tanks and artillery are still not yet in position to counter the onslaught.”
Bismark’s head hung so low Frederick wouldn’t have been surprised if it was resting on the great mahogany desk. “This is going to be a rough war.” He finally stammered.
If we get another update, we'd be glad, if not, that's ok, I can certainly understand writers' block all too well.
thanks mate
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