The Final War

[ChrisiusMaximus]

Keep it coming.

EDIT sorry almost forgot to answer your question, it was really only the actual death camp sections I found OTT but the language of hatred used is also very strong. As far as the battles and that go I think youre doing a good job and this new drama unfolding with the uprising well

[Lycurgus]

The tracks trundled along the desolate streets, the powerful tanks scouring the city for any hint of opposition. Lesser Battle Chief Tataxcali was standing upright, his torso popping out of the hatch on his tank. He was using his field glasses to scan the street for any sign of citizens causing trohble. The tanks swept throuh the street and moved on to the next, safe in the knowldege that any who opposed them would be crushed, quite literally!

"Chairman, Governor Quizanxo sends word that the disturbance in his province has been quelled. The rebel leader was killed in the fighting and the rebels themselves have been put down.," the Interior Minister told him.
"Excellent work, convey our congratulations to the Governor. Its about time we had some success in this damned battle. Those blasted Iroquois still do not surrender, despite losing their capital and a further twelve years of continued warfare. As for the rebels, with every passing year they grow stronger, we must defeat them soon, we can't concentrate on both tasks at once!" the Chairman exclaimed.
"Chairman, our troops at the front are showing signs of deserting. Many of the deserters who have been captured were found with a feathered serpent statue in their posession," the Minister said.
"This damned cult is spreading, we need to stamp it out completely!" the War Minister chirped in.
"War Minister," the Chairman replied, "we have already closed down all the remaining temples to the old gods left open during the last ten years. Mostof the priests have been carted off to one of the facilities and our educational system has been in operation for decades, what else can we do?"
The War Minister smiles his sly grin, he had been inthis position now since 1879 and he had picked up a few tricks, "Chairman, we must make examples of these people. We must publicly show them to be fools. I have heard of a man named Atlazxca, he appears to have great sway with the rebels, let us target him."
"Very well, send some APSA agents to arrst him," the Chaieman said.
"Yes Chairman, it might be diffilcult, last tiem we tried he escaped, but if you will allow me to use greater force this time ..." the Interior Minnister said.
"Like what?" the Chairman asked.
"Let us send a detachment of tanks to the building his family live in and destroy it, hopefullt the threat to his family will draw him out of hiding."
"Approved, do as you must, but I want an end to this NOW!"

Atlazxca raced throught he streets of Tenochtitlan in his car, driving wildly he had to swerve several times to avoid hitting anyone. His mind was racing as he thought about what was happening to his family. One of his friends still living nearby had told him about the tanks using the telephone system, he normally avoided it as the APSA had it tapped.
Turning the corner into his own street he saw the tanks shelling his home, people were running from the building screaming, many were pulling bags and cases along behind them, attempting to save at least some of their posessions. The tanks didn't take long to destroy the building, mashing it to a pulp of twisted steel and brick. Sitting at the wheel of his car, Atlazxca, saw no sign of his family emerge. He waited until after the tanks had left and asked some of the now destitute families about his own, none had seen them leave the building. The homeless families did offer him some comfort, however, they told him that they were proud to loose their homes if it meant furthering the cause of The Order. With a heavy heart Atlazxca set off again.

The ramps were pushed forwards as the landing craft neared the beach. A light snow had begun to fall from the heavily overcast sky above as the men disembarked. A hailof gunfire emt their landing and several Aztecs fell within seconds of hitting dry land. The water of the Great Western ocean was freezing cold at this latitude and the men were desperate to et out of the sea before they froze to death. The Iroquois were well entrenched on the hills above, they were laying down a withering curtain of sustained fire, even with bolt action rifles it was causing heavy casualties.
"Onwards! For the People!" the Battle Chief cried out as he charged up the pebbly beach, firing his machine gun at the Iroquois positions. His squad were not far behind, they too were wildly firing at the enemy, grenades flashed in the air and rocket launchers spat death at the enemy. Overhead dive bombers swooped in to the beaches, releasing their payloads on top of the Iroquois. Sand and pebbles were blown high into the air as the high explosives found their mark, bodies oon littered the beaches.
The squads of Aztec troops carried on up the beach, tanks were soon following them as the heavy transports put them ashore. The Iroquois resistance was stiff and organised, but it couldn't hold the Aztecs back for long. The beaches gave way to the cold hills beyond, the Iroquois galloping away on their mounts, armoured cars and tanks in hot pursuit. By the end of the afternoon the beaches were cleared of enemy opposition and more troops were landed. Tents were soon set up as command posts and Aztec flags lept into the air.

"The oil fields are ours Chairman, the Iroquois have abandoned them!" the War Minister was almost giddy at relaying the news.
"Continued resistance?" the Chairman asked.
"Negligable Chairman, their forces have all but been crushed in the far north, we are now poised to open a second front on their territory from behind."
"There will be no need War Minister, we must bring this war to an end. The current crisis at home is too much for us to handle with millions of men still fighting the Iroquois," the Chairman corrected him.
"Very well sir, I will send messengers to the Iroquois and propose a surrender," the War Minister said.

"People of Tenochtitlan and of the entire Aztec Republic tis is the Chairman. I have the duty to inform you that at three this afternoon, Central time, the Iroquois government and military forces agreed to an unconditional surrender of all their forces. The war is over! We have won!" the tannoy cut off abruptly.
People looked around shocked for a moment, soon the air was full of laughter and people shouting and screaming for joy. Men and women rushed home to tell relatives and friends the good news, the public address system started to broadcast the antional anthem and it seemed the entire city had come alive.
"Brothers it is time,"Atlazxca said to the men and women gathered around him, "we must act now or forever loose our chance. Soon millions of troops will return home and we will have no chance of overthrowing the oppressors." Those assembled nodded their heads in agreement. Atlazxca continued, "Gather your forces, those followers loyal to you and who you can trust, tonight we will strike at the oppressors and sieze control!"
One of the men asked, "Do you really think we will overcome the military? They must have thousand sof troops and secret police in the city!"
"We do not have to overcome then, all we have to do is broadcast to the nation that a revolution has begun, the word will soon spread to our other cells and the whole nation will come ut to join us,"Atlazxca told him.

The moon was high in the sky, people were still on the streets celebrating the great victory. The time was ripe, The Order used the confusion to creep through the streets unnoticed and proceed to the High Tower, the main adio broadcasting station. other groups made their way towards the Great Hall of the people and the munitions dumps.
There were no guards at the High Tower, so the smallband of five men easily slipped inside. They stole into the lift and took it to the thirtieth floor, the main broadcasting room was located their. Machine guns came out and the men burst forwards out of the lift and into the foyer. The two security guards there raised their pistols upon seeing the machine guns, but they were lying bleeding on the floor before they could do anything.
The group quickly entered the studio and forced the presenter out of the chair, the man had been broadcasting on the victory. Atlazxca ordered the doors to be sealed shut and then proceeded to broadcast his own message. "People of the Republic hear me now. My name is Brother Atlazxca, a monkof The Order of the Feathered Serpent, like my father before me, and his father before him, all the way back to the time before the oppressors took control eighty years ago. Rise up and oppose the communists, Quetzacoatl has returned to aid his people and he wil aid us tonight! The communists have special facilites in the deserts and beyond the Great Wesern Ocean, they are using them to murder people, not just captured Iroquois but Aztecs too. We musts top this crim! Rise up! Rise up oppose the oppressors!"

"Can't shut that off?!" the Chairman shouted.
"Chairman," the Interior Minister replied, "its the main broadcasting tower, it can't be jammed, we don't have anything powerful enough."
"Can we shut the power off?" the Chairman then asked.
"We could, but they have a back-up generator in case of emergencies."
"DAMN! Destroy the building if you have to, but shut hat thing down!" the Chairman was screaming again.
The phone suddenly let out a shrill ring, interrupting the Chairman. Pickig it up the Chairman listened to the voice at the end, his face darkened, "That was Governor Xilacac, he is reporting rioting following the broadcasts. You see, this is spreading, we must maintain control!" the Chairman said.
"Chairman, we must introduce martial law, it is the only ay we can hope to keep order in the capital" the Interior Minister said, the War Minister nodded in agreement.
"Very well, do everything you need to," the Chairman replied.

The peopel began scatterring as the troops move dinto position. The tannoys blared out messages for the populace to stay indoors, not to come out onto the streets. Some couldn't get home in time, others dared to disobey. Both soon found to their cost that indoors was safer. The tanks opened fire, spraying the streets with bullets, people were falling everywhere, screaming as bullets ripped throuhg their bodies. The tanks pushe don, driving through the streets striking down anyone they saw.
The Square of the People was filled with people, they had fled here from the oncoming tanks. One man stood up of the statue of War Chief Ixalazx, one of the original revolutionaries back in 1822, he called out, "Come on brothers, come on sisters. Let us fight back, frab what you can and follow me!" he rushed down fom the statue and began throwing stones at the oncoming troops.
The troops opened fire, te man fell to the ground, but the crowd was now galvinised, they began ripping up the pavements, using slabs of stone as weapons. The troops found themselves under attack, people were overturning cars and smashing windows. The troops pushed on into the square, the tanks right behind them. Bottles and stones continued to pelt them, some found their targets and a few soldiers were sent sprawling to the ground.
Suddenly the soldiers cattered, a ball of fire had engulfed two of thir number, someone had thrown a petrol bomb! The soldiers regrouped and opend fire again, a swathe of protestors fell, the rest ran. The crowds began pouring from the square into the side streets, still smashing and looting as they went. The troops were right behind them, still picking off any protestors that got too near.

Atlazxca turned to see the door being hammered, the guards outside were accompanied by APSA agents, he could see them throuhg the dividing window, He kept on with his broadcasts, calling for help to the High Tower. The other four in his group armed their weapons and trained them on the door, the first guard through was soon sent falling back again, a bullet buried in his windpipe. The APSA agents attempted to lob a grenade in the booth, but one of Atlazxca's band manged to grab it and threw it back out again. The explosion ripped the walls away from the building on that level. The APSA agents were lying dead on the fllor, a mas sof tangled and detached limbs, the guards with them were dead too. Atlazxca breathed a sigh of releif, but it turned to horror when he saw that two of his own men lay dead and mangled on the floor, their bodies unrecognisable. He turned round, gulped, and continued his broadcast.

"Chairman!" the guard had burst into the office unannounced, "chairman ..."
"How dare you come in here!" the War Minister rebuked the guard.
"I'm sorry sir, but a group of protestors have eneterd the Great Hall of the People, they overcame the guards at the entrance and are inside just now, they have several representatives hostage," the guard panted.
"War Minister, call up all the reserves outside the city, tell them to contain the rebels!" the Chairman commanded.
"The War Minister rushed from the chair he was siting in and took the phone, soon he was barking orders down it. The Chairman looked glum, "Interior Minister, prepare to evacuate u to safety, just in case."

Gun fire tore through the ginat pillars outside The Great Hall of the People. the troops outside had been told that they were to take the building back at all costs. The few protestors at the entrance retreated back inside, one or two had a stolen machine gun they had managed to get from atatcking stray soldiers patrolling the city. The soldiers charge dup the front steps only to be met with a barrage of machine gun fire and petrol bombs at the top. Fire ran down the steps after them, panic ensued as the soldiers tripped over themselves to get back to the dafety of their lines. Explosions began ringing out as they lobbed grenades at the entrance, dust and glass spewed out onto the street along with trickles of blood, indicating that the grenades had done their job.
The soldiers chareg dback up the now cracked and slippery steps. Finding no resistance at the entrance they piled inside the building, running towards the main debating chamber where the hostages were being kept. "Shoot them all, the representatives are expendable, but try to avoid hurting them if you can. Orders from the hairman himsellf," the Battle Chief commanded his men. That was all the encouragement they needed, the troops burst through the doorsand machine guns started to shoo into the crowd of people. The protestors fought back, a firefight began, but it was short lived, the soldiers had the advantage, and the protestors soon found themselves outgunned and outnumbered. The solddiers wouldn't accept their surrender and shot them on sight.

The building crashed to the ground, peopel screamed a sit toppled over crushing themto death. The streets shuddered and the lighting system went out, darkness riegned. A column of tanks trundled onwards through the rubble, protestors throwing petrol bombs and stones at them in desperation. The tanks kept on coming, their machine guns cutting down the resisting civilians.
A trail of fire lept through the air and smacked into the front of the lead tank, the explosion ripped through the armour and black smoke belched out. Two soldiers clambered out screaming as flames crawled over their bodies. The protestors looked to see where the explosion had come from. They saw a group of men carrying bags of weapons and rocket launchers. The men were caling out to them to arm themselves, they had just broken into the munitions dump they explained. The protestors lost no time in arming themselves. Soon the tanks were on the receiving end of several rocket launchers, blowing them open like tin cans.
Soldeirs ran forward firing at the people on the street, but they were met with a wall of fire that sent them running back behind the burning husks of the tanks.

"War Chief we are getting reports from the northern cities, San Francisco, Miami, Tlaxcala and others. The rebels have begun fighting back, they are overwhelming the military forces ins everal of those cities. Perhaps the time has come to act sir?" the Great Battle Chief aske dhis commander.
The War Chied pace dup and down in the command centre, he was in charge of the defence of the capital and he commanded several thousand troops, now he must decide which side was going to win, "Tell the troops under our command to switch. They are to pull back to the High Tower until we can establish a dialogue with the rebel commanders."
"Yes War Chief," the Great Battle Chief said, saluted and stepped out of the room.

[Cidifer]

An epic indeed.

[ChrisiusMaximus]

great stuff, definitely an epic!

[unscratchedfoot]

Great story! I just read it from start to finish. That was a lot of reading. Nice violence & mayhem. Definitely an epic!!

Um, uh.... what exactly is an 'epic'? I've heard of epic battles which means they were big & exceptionally violently cool, but 'epic story' I don't know. That dude, MetalTurtle, used to call all his own stories epics too but I never knew what he meant by that.

[Lycurgus]

"Chairman Great Battle Chief Calatalx has informed us that War Chief Izaxal and Great Battle Chief Quatlocaxz have defcted to the rebel side. They have ordered their troops to the High Tower and are arming the rebels," the Interior Minister said.
"DAMN THEM! DAMN THEM ALL!" the Chairman bellowed, pounding his fist on the antique mahogany desk before him, it had been the last emperor's desk. "Send word to the 8th air squadron to commence abombing run on the the rebel held areas of the city and kill Izaxal and Quatlocaxz!"
The War Minister stepped forwards, ""Chairman, perhaps we can reason with the War Chief, he is a reasonable man, we might be able to ..." he was cut off by the Chairman.
"There will be no negotiations with traitors War Minister."
"But what about the bombing? Surely we cannot bomb innocent Aztecs?" the Wasr Minister pleaded.
"Of course we can, just as easily as we bombed the Iroquois" the Interior Minister answered back.
"But that was the Iroquois, this is our own people," the War Minister pleaded.
"War Minister," the Chairman said as he pulled a revolver from his desk, "you are proposing we deal with traitors, therefore you too are a traitor to the Aztec People." The War Minister looked shocked when he saw the gun, he bolted for the doorway, a single shot rang out. The War Minister slumped against the door and slid down onto the green carpet, blood trickling down the solid oak door and onto the carpet.
"Order a personal guard and lets get out of here," the Chairman ordered the Interior Minister, "the bombers will soon be on their way."

A convoy of armoured cars sped away from the Chairman's office, troops standing ready on board with machine guns. The cavalcade raced through the streets towards the Treasury, any civilians unlucky enough to stand in their way were mercillesly cut down where they stood. The Chairman stepped out of the armoured car and ordered the troops inside the building, there were already a company of men waiting at the gates, they saluted when they saw the Chairman enter the building.
"Get the gold reserves, take as much as you can and the gems too, they are in the secondary vaults. The art can be destroyed, we cannot carry it with us, better to deny it to the rebels!" the Interior Minister commanded the troops.
The soldiers didn't take long to blow holes in the vault walls, they had taken large quantities of high explosive along with them, the vaults had thick walls though, so it took time and a few attempts to blow through them. Finally the soldiers entered the vaults, and soon the bars of gold within were coming out.

[Lycurgus]

'Epic' is a word used to describe something of immense proportions, usually used to denote size. The dictionary will give you a much better description than I can. The Hundred Year War can be described as an epic (though it isn't usually). Stalingrad or Kursk are both referred to as 'epic' battles, as is the Battle of the Coral Sea. The immense size of the force sinvolved at these battles and of their massive consequences makes them 'epics'. You get the idea I hope.

[Lycurgus]

The armoured cars and jeeps swept through the streets, rubbly lay everywhere, a testament to the carnage that had gone on here less than 48 hours previously. Bodies were still lying in the streets, gunfire could still be heard off in the distance and everywhere the smell of blood and gore clung to the air like a foul plague. The convoy stopped in front of a ruined building in what had been the the parliament square. The Chairman of the People's Socilaist Aztec Republic stepped from his armoured car, two burly guards flanking him on either side. The Chairman marched briskley towards the building, ascending the cracked steps and entering through the ruined doorway.
His office was a site, obviously a last stand had been made by the rebels here when the government troops fought to retake the building earlier this morning. The Chairman pulled a corpse from his desk and sat down in his wing backed leather chair. Turning to the now present Great War Chief Acalazxto,he said, "Great War Chief, what is the current situation?"
He got his reply, "Chairman, we have pushed the rebels back to the eastern edge sof the city, though War Chief Izaxal's forces continue to offer signifigance resistance. The Order of the Feathered Serpent has also been putting up fierce resistance, they have been armed by the War Chief's men. We also have indications that Great Battle Chief Quatlocaxz has moved forces up to attack our positions in the south, but we are ready for them. Most of their support in the capital has vanished after the bombing raids."
"What of them, how successful were they?" the Chairman asked.
"Very successful Chairman. We have levelled most of the Icatlan district of the city, that was the main rebel support base. Estimates put casualties at between two and three thousand dead with perhaps double that injured."
"Excellent work Great War Chief, see to it that the bombing continues, keep the pressure up!"
"The Great War Chief saluted and turned to march out of the room. The Interior Minister stepped in after he had gone, "Chairman, we have grave news from the north Tlaxcala has fallen to the rebels. They have executed Lesser Battle Chief Hixoloco and many of his men. Mnay of the military commanders in the region have pledged support to the rebel cause and are taking up positions with them."
"This is fast turning into a civil-war, just what we need to avoid!" the Chairman said, "Order the reserves in Texcoco to stand ready for a rebel attack, are they still unhampered by rebel incursions?"
"The Interior Minister replied, "Yes Chairman. They put down a small uprising last night, but there wa snothing serious, Lesser War Chief Quicxol is still in command of the city after military rule was imposed there."
"What of the facilites? Have there been any rebel attacks on them yet?" the Chairman asked.
"None sir, the facilities are hidden in remote locations remember, the rebels may know they exist, but they don't know their exact locations, also they are well guarded, they would have little chance of success in raids against them."

Hixalz studied the reports on his desk, his wrinkled and shaking hands barely able to hold the paper. He had run this facility for over three decades and his age was showing, but even for a man in his eighties he was still very fit. The reports were not good though, Tenochtitlan had briefly fallen to rebel forces two days ago, but government troops had managed to re-take the city, but the great city of Tlaxcala had fallen, Texcoco might be next, that would mean the rebels would be in control of the access ways to tenochtitlan, effectively they would be able to cut off the capital from the American colonies in the north. Thankfully the Iroquois ha dmade no signs of mounting an invasion, their forces were still recovering from the appalling damage tbey had sustained in eighty years of war.
"Lesser War Chief" the Lesser battle Chief said, for Hixalz wa sby now a Lesser War Chief, "we have sighted a rebel convoy on its way here!"
"What!?" Hixalz lept to his feet in amazement, "how do they know where we are? This place is top secret!"
"I do not know sir, but there are several armoured cars and even a few tanks on their way here," the Lesser Battle Chief said.
Hixalz put on his hat and walked out into the hot desert sun, the facilty was still operational, he had been told to oversee its dismantlement in case rebel forces did manage to discove rit, but more time had beenexpected. Hixalz started barking out orders to the guards to take up defensive positions. Secretly he was pleased the rebels were coming, he had long wished for the clamour of battle once again and now it was coming!

Two rockets trailed through the air from the back of a small truck, speeding towards the high concrete walls of the facility before them. Two loud explosions swept out into the desert when they made contact with the wall, and two large holes proved their destructive capability. The rebel troops poured forwards, machine guns blazing, grenades exploding and bayonets glinting in the harsh sun's light. The facilty's guards soon found their footing, fire was met with fire and a massive gun battle soon developed. " BATTLE CHIEF!" the Great Warrior Called out into his radio set, "THEY HAVE US PINNED DOWN, WE NEED COVERING FIRE FROM THE ROCKETS!"
Sitting at control station, Battle Chief Tichalz ordered the operator to loose off more rockets at the guard towers as soon as he heard the call for help. Two more rockets, the last two arced their way through the sky and smashed into the central guard tower. Concrete and steel came crashing down along with several bodies. A loud cheer went up from the rebel forces and they pushed forwards again.
Hixalz looked grim standing on the rooftop of the central complex, a large grey concrete building housing the offices, dormitories and ammo stores of the facilty. He took up his pistol and started firing, picking off rebel troops as they attempted to sacle the walls. His men emboldened by his example took new courage and concentrated more fire at the rebels. Grenades exploded in the rebel ranks sending body parts flying over the desert floor.
"WARRIOR XICHALOZ!" the Great Warrior screamed at the soldier beside himself holding a large flamethrower, "THE WINDOW, THE WINDOW!" the hsaid pointing to a small slit in the central complex's ground floor.
The Warrior ran forwards and lept to the side of the window. Turning sharply to face the slit he pulled the trigger and a jet of red hot flame gushed forth, screames could be heard from inside as the men manning the window caught on fire. Flames licke dout from inside and tore up the walls. "GRENADES!" the Great Warrior cried, his men picking up their grenades and hurling them at the central complex. The central complex wa sbuilt to stand and stand it did, though the grenades severely mauled it, chunks of concrete crashed to the sand beneath and several guards were thrown from the building by the force of the blasts, usually missing a body part.
Hixalz knew the battle was lost, the rebels were bombarding the central complex and they were fighting on the ground floor, soon they would be up on the roof. Thinking quickly he turned to the stairwell next to him and fled downstairs. He managed to steal out the secret exist installed for emergencies and found himself in the incinerator room. He crept along the sdark passageways and corridors till he got to the detention wing. All the time he could hear shots ringing out from the battle raging outside. Tearing his uniform off and stuffing it inside a pipe he bolted himself inside one of the detention cells, his gun made short work of the present occupants, before he threw it out of the anrrow window at the top of the room. He would tell the rebels when they found him that he was apolitical prisoner, the rest of his cell mate shot by fleeing guards, believeing him dead, they left and he managed to survive. The rebels would hopefully take him to safety where he could slip away into the crowd of socirty.

"Battle Chief," the Lesser Battle Chief said, "we have control of the facility, we are releasing several prisoners, most of them are Iroquois, but there are large numbers of Aztecs too. The rumours eem to have been true, most of the people are starving and full of disease. We have also found large rooms filled with water, one has several bodies inside."
The Battle Chief grimaced at the news, "Take photographs, let's make sure we can prove this. Make sure you go through the prisoners and find out who was in command here."

"Chairman," the Interior Minister said, "a message from the north, 'End Plcae' has fallen, Lesser war Chief Hixalz is missing, presumed dead."
"Order the Condor Group to commence a bombing run on the rebels there and send in the Python Regiment. We must eliminate the rebels before they can get proof of the facility out to the public."
"The Interior Minister walked to the phone and started giving orders. Great War Chief Acalazxto stepped forward with an idea, "Chairman, the rebels in Tlaxcala are in a weak position, they don't have much ammunition and are short of fuel. We have already cut off water and electricity supplies to the city, and our bombers are mounting raids, but what about releasing Huitzilopochtli?"
The Chairman's faced darkened at the suggestion, Huitzilopochtli was the ancient Aztec god of war and destruction and also the sun god. The people before the advent of the great socialist revolution had outlawed such idiotic concepts worshiped such beings as real. The communist scientists had been working for the past twenty years on a new weapon, a super weapon, which harnessed the power of the sun for destructive capacity on a scale never seen before. By splitting atoms this new weapon was able to destroy whole cities, the same process as in the sun. So it was quite appropriate that it was named after a sun god who was also a god of war, it had been codenamed Huitzilopochtli. "No Great War Chief, not yet, let us try and take the city by conventional forces, we do not want to give our strength away just yet to the rebels. But we could use it in the northern deserts to destroy the facilty there and wipe away any evidence of it," the Chairman finally responded.
"Very well, I will inform the Condor Wing to make the preperations."

"Battle Chief we have reached Yalaxcala, I have sent the photos on to Tlaxcala for dispersal amongst the population so they can see what has gone on," the Lesser battle Chief said.
"Very well," the Battle Chief answered back into his radio set, "we are still examining the facility and questioning the surviving guards, apparently Hixalz, the Butcher of Oil Springs commanded here, but he seems to have escaped, but don't worry, we will fi ..." the radio cut out, static replacing the voice of the Battle Chief.
The Lesser Battle Chief tweaked the knobs and dials furiously, but still could not raise a signal. Looking out from the jeep he was in he saw a massive flash on the horizon, it looked like a second sun. He had to shield his eyes the light was so bright, the driver stopped the car, the light was so bright that it shone through their eye lids so that they could see even with their eyes closed.

A massive plume of ash and debris raged up into the sky from the desrt floor, forming into a mushroom cloud. Arcs of ash and light spreading away from the central cloud in all directions. Stillness riegned supreme, not a sound could be heard, just the intense white light on the horizon that was overcoming even the sun's light could be seen.
Then it came, an almighty crash straight from the heaven's themselves. The earth had never heard a noise as loud as this, the Lesser Battle Chief tried to shield his ears, but it was useless, blood started pouring from his ears, the pain was indescribable. Both he and the driver fell to the ground holding their heads, feeling that their eyes were about to pop out of their sockets. An almighty wind burst onto the scene, trees were plucked from the ground and carried off into the air, frightened animals cried out as they too were lifted skywards. The Lesser battle Chief felt his body rise on the air currents, his desperately tried to grab onto the jeep, but it too was hurtling upwards. The world seemed to have gone crazy all of a sudden, the Lesser battle Chief remembered seeing the skin peel from his arms, then darkness overcame him.

In St Louis the people gazed at the scene on the horizon, a second sun had appeared, many were weeping in the streets, the priests had come out of hiding and had declared that Quetzacoatl had returned and that this was a sign from Huitzilopochtli, how little they knew that they were very close to the real truth. Even though it was cloudy over St Louis the bright white light was intense enough to be seen. The fighting stopped all across the north west as people, rebels and communists stood still and watched the literal dawn of a new era.

[Lycurgus]

I will post a few screen caps below.

[Lycurgus]

These are screen caps of the early war years, just after war had been declared and Iroquois forces had entered Aztec territory and Democracy still riegned.

[Lycurgus]

Here you can see an Iroquois raiding party moving against San Francisco in 1814. Oil Sprigs would later be completely destroyed by my troops.

[Lycurgus]

This shows the state of the border in 1814, before I would invade in the north east.

[Lycurgus]

This cap shows the location of Hixalz's facilty and the site of the first use of nuclear weapons in battle as well as the resultant damage from the blast

[ChrisiusMaximus]

[Lycurgus]

The next few posts show the situation in the civil-war.