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*Author's Note: In the following story Indian refers to Native Americans, as the Indians were in fact not used in this game*
William McCarthy looked out over the tanks barrel at the Iriquois land. Defensless, he thought, we've got 'em like fish in a barrel. His tank batallion had long since destroyed the feeble Indian invasion and now they stood poised to make a stronger incursion than their enemies had dreamed.
What had they been thinking he wondered.
The People of the Wild west were generally pacifistic, they had fought only two wars in recorded history, the English Crusade, which the English had begun by striking the fronteir town of Silver City and had paid for with humiliating defeats at the hands of the Bandits. The other war was this one, Hiawatha had commanded his Cavalry to strike San Fransisco, the very capitail of the West, they had been pushed back and now the Americans forged helpfully into the Indian lands from the West, through England and Azteca, who had remained neutral, as countless legions of Western Infantry and Artillary bowtied their railroads and bombarded their cities. Overhead the so-called "CloudBoys" reigned destruction as far as Salamnaca.
Salamnaca was not William's concern, most likely it would fall to America and he couldn't care less, conquest wasn't in his people's blood, the land greed did not posess them. Grand River was right on the border and it was his objective, he could see from his cupola that most of the buildings had already given up the spirit in the name of pointless defiance, The Bombs and shells had penetrated most structures. Infantry clad in tribal colors prowled the streets in search of any food they could steal, this battle would be pathetic, he surmised.
"Hey Kid!" the driver, Wild Bill shouted up, the other tankers had long ago taken to calling him the Kid, as William, or Billy as they also called him, was far younger than the men he commanded, such a fact might have caused resentment if William didn't take the ribbing so well, or if he didn't deserve his position, all of them respected his tactical ability and every man new that no one could hold the unit together as well as Billy.
"What d'ya need old man?" Billy the Kid replied.
Hickok laughed,"How do the Injuns look"
"Shabby, at best" At this the other tankers let out a collective whoop,"Boys, we'll be home by the time the leaves are fallin'."
*
The Deligates in Salamnaca sat around a round wooden table, the vauge lighting gave a feeling of secracy to a meeting that required none.
"The Americans, Romans, and Cowboys are laying waste to the Iriqious homeland, you are next I promise." Hiawatha began, "there is horrible danger to us all if we do not unite against them."
Montezuma shook his head solemnly,"The Romans are on another continent, they fight only with your navy, the Cowboys have long been the freinds of Azteca."
"But the Americans ride through your land to reach mine, has Abraham ever asked for your permission?" The Iriquois leader pressed his only winning point,"These powers have no regard for us, they see us as something to be swept away, we must stand up, and show them that we are strong as well"
"But Rome and Egypt have long poisesed trade links, if they are broken our economy will be shattered."
"Cleopatra my dear,"Hiawatha caressed her cheek gently, "Conquest will fill the belly far more than trade will"
"I, suppose so,"she sputtered.
Hiawatha smiled greatly and looked at Montezuma, who's resolute defiance stood for a moment but gave way under the stares of Cleo and Hiawatha.
Thus the Triple pact was formed.
*
The Aztec army was perfectly disciplined. Their movements even across the praries were perfectly refined, whereas their allies to the West fought with fanatical vigor and disarrayed weapons the Aztec army was a machine, much like the German army was supposed to be, the Germans had not managed to peirce the Iriquois, but were battling feircely against their ancestral foes. This army was on it's way to Rock Ridge and the populace was in a panic.
"Sir, How will we break those lines?" The Leiuenant asked.
"If it were me, frankly i'd get the hell outta dodge, but nothing can be done about our presence, it has been determined we are here to stay," The commanding officer replied.
"You know that while our earliest ancestors were performing plays and writing crude stories those people were practicing war. I recon' not a lot's changed, they've got the upper hand."
"May be so, in fact it propbly is, go round up as many civilians as you can, we got a war to win"
The newly issued gun was hot in the young man's hands, he felt sick as he pointed it out at the enemy. He was a good shot, there was no doubt to that, he had always beat his freinds at the targets. This was different though, something in his constitution shouted protest against shooting humans. The first shots rang out, ricocheting off his wall. Bert changed his mind real fast and returned fire, an oficer fell, about a hundred yards away, nothin' doin' he thought and prepared another volley for the attackers. More officer's fell, the army proceded mechanically to the wall, he wondered when this beast would realize it's wounds and lay to recover, he had heard that the best organised armies were shattered when they lost their leaders, but he could see no effect where he had fired, the Aztec dead lay strewn, ignored across the feild, the living hadn't bothered to take positions of any sort, and stubbornly proceded to the wall. God save us, Bert prayed. A cannon roared in the background and a huge mass of the enemy force lay writhing now, it was to no avail. More shots from the artillary similarly wounded the foes, but the Aztecs stood at the wall, hand to hand fighting had begun. The Experienced Units were devastated, it was all conscripts now, all natives. Bert attached his bayonette hastily and hurried out, to see if the cogs bled oil or blood. Chaos was everywhere, people died by the dozens, the Aztecs made what was surely the final charge. Bert's bayonette had fallen off. He took aim into the charge and fired, along wih his fellow natives. The western line held, the human machine grinded to a halt finally, and began to retreat.
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How is it? i promise future chapters hold gunslinging and wild west stuff.
White nations are Triple Pact
Black Names mean Allied.
William McCarthy looked out over the tanks barrel at the Iriquois land. Defensless, he thought, we've got 'em like fish in a barrel. His tank batallion had long since destroyed the feeble Indian invasion and now they stood poised to make a stronger incursion than their enemies had dreamed.
What had they been thinking he wondered.
The People of the Wild west were generally pacifistic, they had fought only two wars in recorded history, the English Crusade, which the English had begun by striking the fronteir town of Silver City and had paid for with humiliating defeats at the hands of the Bandits. The other war was this one, Hiawatha had commanded his Cavalry to strike San Fransisco, the very capitail of the West, they had been pushed back and now the Americans forged helpfully into the Indian lands from the West, through England and Azteca, who had remained neutral, as countless legions of Western Infantry and Artillary bowtied their railroads and bombarded their cities. Overhead the so-called "CloudBoys" reigned destruction as far as Salamnaca.
Salamnaca was not William's concern, most likely it would fall to America and he couldn't care less, conquest wasn't in his people's blood, the land greed did not posess them. Grand River was right on the border and it was his objective, he could see from his cupola that most of the buildings had already given up the spirit in the name of pointless defiance, The Bombs and shells had penetrated most structures. Infantry clad in tribal colors prowled the streets in search of any food they could steal, this battle would be pathetic, he surmised.
"Hey Kid!" the driver, Wild Bill shouted up, the other tankers had long ago taken to calling him the Kid, as William, or Billy as they also called him, was far younger than the men he commanded, such a fact might have caused resentment if William didn't take the ribbing so well, or if he didn't deserve his position, all of them respected his tactical ability and every man new that no one could hold the unit together as well as Billy.
"What d'ya need old man?" Billy the Kid replied.
Hickok laughed,"How do the Injuns look"
"Shabby, at best" At this the other tankers let out a collective whoop,"Boys, we'll be home by the time the leaves are fallin'."
*
The Deligates in Salamnaca sat around a round wooden table, the vauge lighting gave a feeling of secracy to a meeting that required none.
"The Americans, Romans, and Cowboys are laying waste to the Iriqious homeland, you are next I promise." Hiawatha began, "there is horrible danger to us all if we do not unite against them."
Montezuma shook his head solemnly,"The Romans are on another continent, they fight only with your navy, the Cowboys have long been the freinds of Azteca."
"But the Americans ride through your land to reach mine, has Abraham ever asked for your permission?" The Iriquois leader pressed his only winning point,"These powers have no regard for us, they see us as something to be swept away, we must stand up, and show them that we are strong as well"
"But Rome and Egypt have long poisesed trade links, if they are broken our economy will be shattered."
"Cleopatra my dear,"Hiawatha caressed her cheek gently, "Conquest will fill the belly far more than trade will"
"I, suppose so,"she sputtered.
Hiawatha smiled greatly and looked at Montezuma, who's resolute defiance stood for a moment but gave way under the stares of Cleo and Hiawatha.
Thus the Triple pact was formed.
*
The Aztec army was perfectly disciplined. Their movements even across the praries were perfectly refined, whereas their allies to the West fought with fanatical vigor and disarrayed weapons the Aztec army was a machine, much like the German army was supposed to be, the Germans had not managed to peirce the Iriquois, but were battling feircely against their ancestral foes. This army was on it's way to Rock Ridge and the populace was in a panic.
"Sir, How will we break those lines?" The Leiuenant asked.
"If it were me, frankly i'd get the hell outta dodge, but nothing can be done about our presence, it has been determined we are here to stay," The commanding officer replied.
"You know that while our earliest ancestors were performing plays and writing crude stories those people were practicing war. I recon' not a lot's changed, they've got the upper hand."
"May be so, in fact it propbly is, go round up as many civilians as you can, we got a war to win"
The newly issued gun was hot in the young man's hands, he felt sick as he pointed it out at the enemy. He was a good shot, there was no doubt to that, he had always beat his freinds at the targets. This was different though, something in his constitution shouted protest against shooting humans. The first shots rang out, ricocheting off his wall. Bert changed his mind real fast and returned fire, an oficer fell, about a hundred yards away, nothin' doin' he thought and prepared another volley for the attackers. More officer's fell, the army proceded mechanically to the wall, he wondered when this beast would realize it's wounds and lay to recover, he had heard that the best organised armies were shattered when they lost their leaders, but he could see no effect where he had fired, the Aztec dead lay strewn, ignored across the feild, the living hadn't bothered to take positions of any sort, and stubbornly proceded to the wall. God save us, Bert prayed. A cannon roared in the background and a huge mass of the enemy force lay writhing now, it was to no avail. More shots from the artillary similarly wounded the foes, but the Aztecs stood at the wall, hand to hand fighting had begun. The Experienced Units were devastated, it was all conscripts now, all natives. Bert attached his bayonette hastily and hurried out, to see if the cogs bled oil or blood. Chaos was everywhere, people died by the dozens, the Aztecs made what was surely the final charge. Bert's bayonette had fallen off. He took aim into the charge and fired, along wih his fellow natives. The western line held, the human machine grinded to a halt finally, and began to retreat.
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How is it? i promise future chapters hold gunslinging and wild west stuff.
White nations are Triple Pact
Black Names mean Allied.
Keep it coming Ski
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