NationStates Jolt Archive

Ok...here's the basic idea. In this history, the Confederate States of America never fell. It has allied with Britain and France (both being long time allies since the War of Secession in the 1860s), and wants to (obviously) wipe the USA off the map. The US has allied with Germany and Austria-Hungary (in this history, they never fell). Basically, most of the fighting will take place in North America or in Europe as an Alliance soldier (US, Germany, and Austria-Hungary), or an Allied soldier (CSA, Britain, and France). Everybody can choose from either of the 2 sides, and be a native of 1 their respective 3 nations.

Let me know if anymore information is needed/required.

Could I act as a USA partisan group operating in New England to become independent?

Sounds like fun...I think I'm going to be a fighter pilot out of Germany.

Have you read Harry Turtledove's books? He has something very similar except it's WWI, not II.

Sure Mapalgetia- thats an intriuging idea i hadn't thought of.

Adornia- which theatre of ops are you going to be in? i can post some if needed.

Edolia- actually, this is where i got the idea from. I read Harry Turtledove's How Few Remain, The Great War series, and the American Empire series. This is my take on a WWII follow up to that (although this time, the US isn't overrun by socialism). hes actually my favorite author.

sounds interesting,except the CSA was fighting for independance,not to wipe out the USA,so there this is incorrect,be seeing was that i am from Texas,a Southern state,i will go with being part of the Texas Air reserve,fighter/bomber pilot.
and just a question,where is russia and japan in all of this ?
telegram me when this starts,i might not get around to checking this thread all the time.

can I play the role of a rouge military general out of the Confederacy?

I'd love to be the Commodore of the 1st German Kampfgeschwader (bomber wings).

Would be my first roleplay, if that's ok.

Ok everyone: here's the current breakdown:

1 partisan group (USA)
1 German fighter pilot
1 German Bomber wing Commodore
I'll be a soldier in the USA amored division (working with Germans in a Panzer IV)

1 Texan air pilot (CSA)
1 rouge military general (CSA)

All we need is more Allies (either CSA, French, or British). So far, everything's going fine.

Feel free to use "native languages" in your posts, as long as you provide translations.

Here are the theatres of operations:

Sequoya/Texas borderlands
New Mexico/Sonora borderlands
Missouri/Arkansas borderlands
Kentucky/Tenessee borderlands
West Virginia/North Carolina and Virginia borderlands
Any group of Pacific/South Pacific islands (Midway, Sandwich Islands, etc.)

OK. This it it for now.

courtesy bump.

If there's still time to join in, I would very much like to play a Canadian infantryman as the Canadians, being traditional allies of the British, not to mention sharing a border with the USA, would be in a perfect position to open up a second front in the North American theater.

Have you read Harry Turtledove's books? He has something very similar except it's WWI, not II.

Blood and Iron was just after WWI

The Center Can Not Hold was 20's and 30's

Victorious Opposition is WWII, haven't read that one yet.

Sure...I didn't think about the Canadians at first, but it opens up a lot of new possibilities.

Ok-so far, its about equal now for both sides, so its time to start playing!

I'd like to play a British Royal Marine, if that's all right by you. Later, maybe, he may become part of the SAS- If they come to exist.(in RL, this was 1942.) If they don't, then he probably won't.

I too have read Harry Turtledove's Books, but sadly not his WWII Series. I just can't seem to get my hands on them........ ah well.
General Custer is a great Character, and probably be my fvaourite if he weren't such an a-hole.

Sure- I'd love to have a Brit join in the mix (so far its just Canadians and Confederates). Just pick your theatre of operations (posted previously) and join the fray.
Also..when you say Marine, I assume you'll be an infantryman, not a tank operator?

General question...speaking of tanks, are the Canadians, British, and Confederates going to share one type of tank, or will they all have seperate designs? (for example, the Americans are going to be using German tanks almost exclusively; there won't be many American made tanks on the battlefield.)

I'd love to be a new england tank commander.

I'll be an American sniper in Europe if no one minds.

No problem- the more the merrier.

Setnath-since you're NE, I'm assuming you'll be up on the Northern Front (Maine/Canada), right? That's where I am...maybe we could work near the same campaign?
Also, are you going to be using and American-made tank, or will you be allying with our German friends in a panzer? (I real life tank specs if you need them, for both sides.)

Look forward to playing with you both.

Hey all. Just finished "The Victorious Opposition". Good read. Man is that Jake Featheston one crazy SOB. But as for this.. will the Mormons be attempting to rebel? Just curious. Oh, and as for the South, remember, Huey Long is the governor of Louisiana and really would like to have his own country. Just an idea for you, rouge Confederate general. As for me, well, I would like to be an American(USA) general, working on the Canadien front. I'll see those barrels through their lines if it isn't the last of me! My name? Abner Dowling (Definately the best character in those novels. Really shines in Victorious Opposition)

On second thought, could I be in America?

OOC: Well, I wasn't planning on the Mormon uprisings (or the socialism in the US), but they both could add intruiging possibilities...hmmm...
also, Hattia, no problem...most of the action (99%) will be in North American anyway. Also, have you decided what front to fight on?

Ok...Here is the first post of the topic: let us begin!

IC: Lieutenant Greg Johnson popped up from the top of his Panzerkampfwagen to take a look. All around him was miles and miles of scorched land, with two trenches at each end: USA and German behind him, and Canadian ahead of him. The Canadians had their own armoured vehicles; they called them "tanks" instead of "barrels" (American names for them) or the clumsy German names. Greg had to admit, "tank" was easier than going around saying "Panzerkampfwagen" all the time, and a bit catchier than "barrel". In fact, whenever he wasn't working in his armoured vehicle with his US and German counterparts, he shortened the name to "panzer". At the least, it was easier to say.
He turned himself to the land ahead and took out his fieldglasses. Surveying ahead, Greg saw machine gun bunkers and treches probably brimming with troops. Luckily, there were no artillery or tanks in sight; those were the only things that could do in a panzer. Some Canadians had tried to throw grenades under the panzer, but none had gotten close enough before being cut down by machine gun fire.
"Herr Johnson!" shouted one of the gunners in a bad accent.
Greg smiled. It was probably one of his Army buddies butchering the language to spite the Germans. It was a friendly thing done by both sides sometimes.
"Ja?" Greg continued the charade.
"Uh...ich bin...ummm...whatever!' he finally gave up. "I'm getting a bit restless. We ready to go yet?"
"It all looks clear," stated Greg. "Radio it back to HQ. I'm sure we'll be good to go soon."
Cheers sounded through the panzer. Everyone was itching for a change to deal some damage, 75 mm style.

"C'mon, baby... C'mon..." Major Alan Markham grinned manically over the sights of his Thompson submachine gun as he watched the damned Panzers line up on the other side of the field. "The Jerries may be buggers all, but damned if they don't know how to build a tank."

The officer turned briefly to his Warrant Officer. "You'd think Jerry would have learned to fear Johnny Canuck the first time out. Vimy Ridge ought to have taught him that. Let's put the fear of God and the Men of the Maple Leaf into the heart of every damn Yankee from here to the border, shall we?"

It had been just like Vimy Ridge. The early successes, the holding actions early in the war, with brave Canadian soldiers struggling to throw hand grenades under the tanks... Those had all been to buy time for this. Canadian Sappers had worked on this field in the truest sense of their name, undermining it in several places, digging tunnels much like they had at Vimy Ridge... Only these had a far more insidious purpose than simply bringing troops closer to enemy lines.

No, these weren't reinforced. All it would take would be a tank rolling over top, and they would collapse, dropping the tank onto a nifty little toy called a hedgehog, basically a series of I-Beams welded at right angles to one another, designed to kill tanks... And the best part was the Jerries and their bastard Yankee allies had no way of knowing any of this was there. Their damned Panzers would ride across the field, confidant of victory, and their own weight would impale them on the hedgehogs. Even those that somehow survived the 'hogs would be immobilized in the holes - Easy pickings for air support, something else they'd been saving.

"It's a pity we can't do this all across the front, now isn't it?" he remarked. "Now remember... The Sherman Fireflies are just on the other side of the hill behind us. Once the Yankees are good and truly bogged down in our little nightmare out there, radio them, and they'll come roaring over. It'll take some time, but once they crest the hill, the 17-pounder'll make a hash of the Panzers." he grinned wickedly. "With the air support, and batillion artillery out of visual range beyond that hill, we'll drag them into hell and leave them there. Just remember... Once we start firing, keep hammering them with the rocket launchers, but keep an eye out for infantry. That's the one thing that can really screw the pooch here. For once, the damn Panzers aren't the biggest worry."

That was a laugh. Even from a distance, a Panzer could do a lot of damage, but if it couldn't close, it couldn't take land, and if it couldn't take land, then eventually, it would run out of fuel maneuvering, or ammo, and they could just walk up and toss a grenade underneath. "Courage, boys. Today is ours. Maybe tommorow is theirs, but today is ours."

I would like a Sherman if thats ok with you, and yes you were correct in what you said and i would love to work in the same campaign as you.

I would like to play the part of a Colonel in the CSA, on the Roanoke Front (Virginia). Perhaps even a general in charge of operations in the area.

Damn it Major don't tell me it can't be done! I want you to take out that damn barrel group! All you need to do is put a rocket on it's tracks. It isn't that god damn hard, so do it! I will order the Richmond Howitzers to give you some artillery fire to pin down their infantry, once the Artillery lets up I'll have some Hurricanes do a strafing run, but they can't stay around, those damn P-51's have us whipped, once the Hurricanes make their run you move in and mop up the rest of the infantry. You have your orders now go do it. I'll pass the word along to the other commanders on the front. Dismissed!

Sighing, the Major got back on the radio. "Sir, I mean simply that we don't have enough bloody steel to make enough bloody hedgehogs for the entire bloody border. Sir." he explained. "Hold off the air support and the artillery until we give the signal. If we warn them off, they won't get dragged in."

OOC: My character is a footslogger, and he'll be going back and forth in the Atlantic, mostly doing night-raids on coastal towns in America, but sometimes doing "guard duty" aboard a Frigate or Supply Ship heading for the CSA.


Corporal Atryll snarled. These damnable Yanks were using their new "aircraft carriers" to devastating affect in the Atlantic, and he hated seeing their planes flying overhead, with him unable to do more than take pot shots at them.
What really made him soil his trousers was the occasional strafing run the planes would take on his boat.
And if anyone dived overboard, they'd be quickly left behind by the boats, which had orders to speed to the targets, drop off the marines, then speed back to the ship, refuel and rearm, and speed back and pick up any survivors.
Still, at leats the damnyankees spoke the same language- that way he didn't have to waste time studying a foreign language to insult and mock them when he blew up a gun battery right in front of their eyes.
A dull thunk marked the fact they'd landed on American Soil.
He immediately dived face first into the sand, but luckily no machinegun fire came his way.
It appeared this stretch of coast was deserted.............

After moments of tense waiting, the panzer squadron was given the go ahead. Now, the panzers would be charging into battle against the Canadians, just as the first Sturmpanzerwagens had done almost 25 years before.
"Ok boys-let's show 'em the might of a Panzer IV!" shouted Johnson. The German driver gunned the engine, and the panzer started to move. Johnson took up his position in the center while the German gunner and loader got ready. Finally, Johnnson's fellow American, PFC Barnes, took up the coaxial 7.62 mm machine gun on the panzer's top, ready to cut down any would-be heroes.
All the panzers stopped within an acceptable range of the trenches. "We're in range now. All units, fire a barrage of high-explosive at the trenches."
"Jawohl, Lieutenant Johnson" came the reply.
The panzers' 75 mm guns unleased their fury on the Canadians' trenches. The bombardment, while not entirely accurate, was enough to send the men scurrying to the concrete machine gun nests for protection.
"Cease fire!" Johnson ordered. "Ok, Barnes, how do things look up there?"
There was a brief delay before the response; Barnes had been exposed to the shells' horrible racket, after all. "So far, the trenches are cleared. Those Canadians ran to their MG nests...wait...oh no..."
"What? What is it?"
"Dammit! They're rolling out their own tanks! Uhh...Mk VI Crusaders, I think..."
"Oh-" Johnson stiffled his expletive. "Ok boys-ready the armour-piercing rounds! We'll take this fight right to 'em so they'll never forget!"

Sighing, the Major got back on the radio. "Sir, I mean simply that we don't have enough bloody steel to make enough bloody hedgehogs for the entire bloody border. Sir." he explained. "Hold off the air support and the artillery until we give the signal. If we warn them off, they won't get dragged in."

OOC: Were you talking to me? What is your role?

IC: Major I know we don't have enough materials to make enough damn Hadgehogs to stop those damned yankee barrels, we wouldn't be in this mess if we did have the materials, if Richmond falls we wont have anything, 90% percent of our industry is in Virginia, withour Virginia their is no CSA, we must stop their advance, you have 3 hours to prpare, at 2030 hours we give them hell! Now, I don't want any more excuses you do your job and everything should go as planned.

ooc-sorry about any misspellings im on a laptop right now...

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-Terry rode along the tracks in a train,he was getting transfered from Texas to someborder state,he could care less about the name of it,he was fuming in the traincar,he had to get a new plane even,an outrage considering his plane was left behind in Texas,Terry sighed since he was a very good pilot and could handle himself in the air,and if he got on the ground he always carryed what he called ol' betsy,and eight gauge shotgun,he carried it with him always,and a few shells,dispite the numerous warnings he got since they were potentially lethal if a fire broke out in the cockpit,he thought a moment and looked at the Texas flag he had in his pack,he heard a knock at his door and he ansewerd,a messenger game him a telegram and left knowing the Texan would not be afriad to use a shotgun as means of diplomacy. Terry took the telegram and read it,not only was he getting transfered,he was going north,way north,he smirked,at least he would be attacking the yank's,bombing or air support,he didnt care,he tossed what he thought was one telegram by his bag when another fluttered down,he bent down to pick it up,he opened it and read it,his first mission was to pilot a German Stuka,he could have cared less if it was bought or shot down and repaired,he continued reading,he was going to fly into Canada to support the Canadians,he sighed and sat down...-

ooc-sorry about any misspellings im on a laptop right now...

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-Terry rode along the tracks in a train,he was getting transfered from Texas to someborder state,he could care less about the name of it,he was fuming in the traincar,he had to get a new plane even,an outrage considering his plane was left behind in Texas,Terry sighed since he was a very good pilot and could handle himself in the air,and if he got on the ground he always carryed what he called ol' betsy,and eight gauge shotgun,he carried it with him always,and a few shells,dispite the numerous warnings he got since they were potentially lethal if a fire broke out in the cockpit,he thought a moment and looked at the Texas flag he had in his pack,he heard a knock at his door and he ansewerd,a messenger game him a telegram and left knowing the Texan would not be afriad to use a shotgun as means of diplomacy. Terry took the telegram and read it,not only was he getting transfered,he was going north,way north,he smirked,at least he would be attacking the yank's,bombing or air support,he didnt care,he tossed what he thought was one telegram by his bag when another fluttered down,he bent down to pick it up,he opened it and read it,his first mission was to pilot a German Stuka,he could have cared less if it was bought or shot down and repaired,he continued reading,he was going to fly into Canada to support the Canadians,he sighed and sat down...-

OOC: Germans and Confederates are enemies in this war, are you sure it was a stuka? It must have been captured in an attack or something.

All in all the initial stages of the attack were successful, the enemy infantry was caught out in the open when the first shells hit, many were killed in the first couple of minutes of the attack. Even better luck, a few Spitfires were able to part takein the strafing runs and dive bombing immediately following the artillery attacks, that's where the luck ended. The damn yanks had intercepted the coordinates given to the pilots and were waiting with seven P-51's. Four hurricanes and two Spitfires were lost in the ensuing air battle, but three P-51's were shot down, at two to one death ratio that could probably be considerd a draw, considering the current overall ratio is five to one in favor of the USA. After the P-51's were driven away the Infantry went in, they were able to force the US forces back 4 miles. Not bad for a days work, if only we could do this more often.

(ooc-yeah,i know that,thats why i listed teh part about my charecter not giving a rip about how it got there,just that its there...)
*the train pulled up into a militerized zone,Terry looked at the welcome sign that had been riddled with bullet holes from something and un-readable,the train screached as it stopped and Terry got his bag and got off the train along with other personal from other branches of the military,Terry would have skipped normal protocall and just went to the hanger,but he didnt know where ti was,so he went to the HQ to get orders,he walked over to a building labled "HQ" and walked inside,he was briefyly greeted and then rushed out and towards the hanger,one of the commanders was escorting him.*
"Whats going on ?" Terry asked
"the Canadians need youre help..."replied the commander
"yeah yeah,i gatherd that"Terry interupted
"no,it is urgent,the germans are invading Canada and they need help on the battlefield"replied the commander
"ok,so you sent me,one pilot in,to save a battlefield"Terry asked
"we were told you didnt need support,but we will send along two other pilots in Spitfires to assist you"said the commander
"and i get what,a stuka ? arent we fighting the French ?"Terry asked
"The stuka is german,and they are the ones invading canada,but yes you get a stuka"said the commander
"ok and...."Terry said
"ok were here,get ready to fly in fifteen" said the commander interupting and quickly making his way back to the HQ.
"great" Terry said rushing towards the now visible hanger,he took out his shotgun holster and straped it on as he ran,he had to make a few quick adjusments to the plane before eh flew in it....*

"Commence fire!"
Shells started to explode all around the tanks. Johnson knew that the Panzer IVs had the advantage (75 mm guns vs. 2-pounders, and over an inch of armour compared to about 1/2 inch), but that was no reason to get cocky. There were 8 Crusaders out there. Used properly, 4 could gang up an take down a Panzer. Johnson had to coordinate the attack and make sure that didn't happen.
Two Panzer IVs ganged up on a Crusader. Outnumbered and outgunned, the tank exploded into fire after two 75 mm shells pierced its thin back armour. Men popped out of the top and were quickly cut down by the Panzers' machine guns.
WHAM! The panzer shuddered under the impact of a 2-pounder shell. The armour seemed to be holding.
"C'mon, c'mon, don't just sit there! Move to a new position." Then, Johnson got an idea. "Slip the panzers into reverse. Keep the guns pointed at the Crusaders, and keep the gunners firing. If we can get them within range of the howitzers, they're done for!"
Almost instantaneously, the 10 Panzers (just IVs now; both IIIs had been damaged and/or destroyed and abandoned ) started to move backward slowly. The remaining 6 Crusaders pursued, firing all the while. Even though the bombardment was pretty inaccurate, 1 more Crusader was destroyed, and 1 Panzer took grevious damage.
"Ok, I've radioed ahead. They're going to use those new nebelwurfers on the enemy tanks." At Barnes's blank look, Johnson explained. "It's a portable rocket launcher."
As soon as the panzers were out of range, the nebelwurfers launched their rockets. They were small, only about 40 mm, but the sheer number of them flying to their tagets made short work of the Crusaders.
When the bombardment stopped, Johnson spoke. "Good job boys-We've secured more land for the US, and demonstrated that those upstarts won't get the better of us!"
Cheers resounded throughout the interior.

Nick Martin sat on the ground and cleaned his rifle, a 1903A3 Springfield with a Weaver 330 Scope mounted on it. It was caked in dirt after his last narrow escape. He could hear the tanks off in the distance fighting each other. He wasn't any use against them and was waiting for his commander to get reports of enemy infantry, now he could take out lots of those guys. As he was thinking this the Commander walked up. Martin stood up and saluted, "Sir?" The commander nodded, "At ease, we are going to move you up near the front to protect the tanks from infantry attacks if they come." Martin saluted again, "Yes sir!" He followed the Commander over to a Jeep, climbed in and rode off down the road.

OOC: sorry didn't know the rp started

IC: General Johnston Jr. sat in his office in the heart of the confederacy. His rebellion was prepared. They were to head weat to California and declare independence. He had previous relations to help him get started. His friends planned to smuggle huge amounts of supplies to him from the Texas border. New California's army would stand nearly 1.2 million strong. He had gained the support of at least 50% of the army. Of course not all of them would be in thebattlefeild but it was 1.2 million none the less.

Ding-Dong The clock struck 3 I was showtime.

OOC: Largent, are yoiu invading California or leading a Rebellion against the CSA? California is part of the Union (USA), if you are trying to play a Roque Confederate General you wouldn't want to invade California, that would help the Confederacy a lot because most of the US bases on the pacific at the time were in California.

IC: After having advnaced several miles in one day the Confederates once again bogged down in the trenches. The Yankees didn't have as many tanks in this sector, odd since Washington is right on the border with the Confederacy, they seem to be more worried about Canada, they will regret their short-sightedness. More reinforcements were on their way up from the Carolinas and Georgia. Richmond is hinting at a plan to retake West Virginia and Capture Washington and Maryland to end the war quick or force the US to withdraw troops from the Canadian front to help our our allies their. The war is not going so well in Europe, the Jerries were at the very edge of Paris, if things didn't change quick Paris and the rest of France would fall. If only we had some Aircraft Carriers like the US, we had one at the beginning of the war, but the Robert E. Lee was hit by two carrier groups if the middle of the Atlantic, she fought hard but the superior technology and numbers of the US and German forces was to much for her to handle.

The Japanese have also started raising up a fuss in Asia, they recently conquered China and the Dutch Indies, rumor had it the Japanese were going to invade Australia, not like their would be alot to stop them, with the US and British fighting each other their wasn't enough ships to even slow down the Japanese. A representative from the CSA was sent to Japan to try and work out some sort of non-aggression pact, amybe even an alliance. That would certainly help on the Texas front, with the threat of invasion from the Japanese the US would bo forced to pull many troops out of the area to fortify the Pacific coast.

OOC: If you must know, I'm not invading, rather declaring independence. Me and my men hoped to stay stationed in California until we find other options or we ally with the USA and become a rouge nation. Not invading though.

IC: The transports flew in. To the best of the governments knowledge this was an aussalt on the USA. Ships, planes, and trucks all pulled into Georgia. The soon were heading west.

Once past Texas it was declared safe to change route to south California. All ships requested permission to dock in Hawii, everything else requested permission to land or enter in San Diego.

Dowling frowned at the map.The Canadians were resisting wholeheartedly, even managing to push back U.S forces a few miles in some areas, despit being outnumbered three to one! 'General Custer would have tried for some grand, elaborate breakthrough. If it suceeded, well, he would have gotten the accolades. If not, well, I would have left Philadelphia.' His thoughts were suddenly interrupted by Levi Strauser, his subordinate, and an able man. "Sir, the recon photos just came in.
"Very well. Where are they weakest?"
Well, they are spread to the breaking point around the town of Kirkland Lake. If they could break through somehow, there would be clear maneovering from there to the Canadian interior. Dowling jerked up. this could be the breakthrough they were looking for. Only about a division at half-strength of barrels and a few infantry divisions defended the fourteen miles of trenches there. He grinned. "Custer would have charged the whole army." he muttered to himself as he began to draw up plans.
"Sir?" inquired Strauser.
"Nothing, nothing." Dowling smiled. ah, General Custer. That old ass...

OOC- West Pacific, the capital isn't in D.C anymore. Would you stay in a place within artillery range from a hostile country? The capital was moved to Philadelphia after the Civil War ended. (At least in the books, but it makes a lot of sense.)

Johnson and his men didn't have much time to rest on their laurels. Their current assignment was to help surround (and hopefully take) Québec from the Canadians. This would be no small task; even though western Canada was almost fully under US control, noth-eastern Canada was putting up a lot of resistance.
This operation would be using the standard infantry and panzers. However, several new elements, such as the factory-new Marder II tank destroyer (complete with an 88 mm armour-piercing main gun), and air support in the form of US P-40s and German FW-190s, for anti-tank and anti-infantry support. This formidable force would most likely be enough; at last report, the city had only enough troops to just barely hold out. A full concentrated assault would secure the city for the US.
The plan was actually quite simple. The panzers would advance giving infantry support, and the tank destroyers would cover the panzers. The air support would mostly be for decimating the Canadians' tanks and air support; however, if they ran into Canadian "ack-ack" guns, they were on their own.
Given the simplicity of the plan, Johnson was not sure of its success. However, it had to work- if this offensive failed, more troops could pull back to reinforce Québec, and negate the breakthrough the US seeked.
Having a day before he pulled out, Johnson got some rest, and tried not to think about the upcoming assault.

Corporal Atryll moved in rapidly, followed by and following a dozne other marines. There mission was simple- sneak up into the main coastal fort, and place charges around the gunports and pillboxes. They all had silenced sten guns, an invaluable weapon for these commando raids that were becoming more popular, as British Forces found they could not be in four places at once- Europe, America, North Africa and the Far East.
Security was surprisingly lax for the coastal forts in this region- apparently, the yanks believed their wolfpacks and carrier groups were all that was needed to keep the British Army at bay.
It was nearly dawn, and the patrols would be increasing in vigilance soon- when the commander awakes, its best to look busy.
he smiled, and craalwed up over a sandbank, less than a dozen yards awya was the side of a pillbox.
the fort was super strong around the front, facing onto the main beach. a dozen machineguns and half a dozen anti-ship guns faced out from the front, but the sides were protected only by barbed wire, sandbanks and patrols. The reason there were no minefields was because the americans would probably forget where they were, and after the war some child might step on one.
the barbed wire was pretty formidable-dense and long, the fence was uncuttable without sustaining some injury, and explosives would make too much noise.
luckily, the marines had planned ahead, and brought several planks, which they threw down on the springy barbed wire, and ran up and over the fence.
in a few short minutes they were all over, and underneath several of the gunslits.
Inside were four american guards, chatting quietly to themselves and sitting with their backs to the slits.
This is too easy! thought Atryll...........

If im not too late can I fight as a buck private in the German Army?

The armies got the okay and were staioned either in unpopulated areas of California or near Pearl Horbor.

*************************MESSAGE****************************
TO: President of the USA
FROM: General Johnston X-CSA General

Dear Mr. President we wish to ally your forces, that is me and my followers. We stand 1.2 million strong and will fight for your cause. Please respong ASAP.

RSA(Rouge State of America)

****************************END*****************************

*Terry hurryed to his assigned plane,he took out a small metal pipe,the minimized version of the top of a flag pole,it had a Texas flag attached,he had forgotten that indeed it was designed for his old plane,so he hastily took teh Texas flag off and put it in the cockpit,then he jumped in himself,with his shotgun and some ammunition,he put his hands on the controls,he had never flown a foriegn plane but the legendary Stuka he had heard of,he looked past the flying controls and looked at the weaponary controls,he quickly adjusted and waved to get taken to the airstrip where his fellow pilots waited for him,he vageuly knew his orders,basicly fly over enemy airspace bomb if possible and then land to assist the canadians,Terry didnt care much for complicated orders,nice and simple.he thought about Texas while he and his Stuka were being taxied to the runway.*

Panzers clanked forward along with troops in tow. In fact, the troops were almost as heavily armed as could be; almost every US and German weapon available could be found. There were Springfields, Garands, Gewehr 43s, Colts, Walthers, anti-tank rifles and rockets...eveyone was going all out on this assault: they didn't intend to lose.
Alliance Command had given this mission high priority, so there were no Panzer IIIs to be found, just IVs. Johnson's feelings of doubt were offset by the trimuphant force marching (and flying) towards Québec.
"Ok, load in the high explosive rounds first; we'll fire some into the trenches and machine gun nests. Then, we'll divide our force into two elements. Panzers will flank the city while the infantry goes in." Johnson smiled dreamily. "Sure wish these things were small enough for urban use."
"Yeah, we'd need a I or II for that," Barnes laughed. "Damn things are so outclassed, it'd hardly be worth it."
"Captain Johnson, sir!" That was the radio operator. "The forward Panzers report enemy contact. They have launched high-explosive rounds, and report minimal resistance; they have not encountered any anti-tank weapons yet. All the machine gun nests are disabled."
"Thank you, Private." Johnson thought a moment. "Radio the others and tell them to start the flanking plan. Also, tell them not to get cocky. The Canadians could have some tank destroyers we don't know about."
"Jawohl, Captain."
The infantry began a valiant advance on the Canadian trenches. Just because there were no machine gun nests didn't mean that their job was a pushover. Just because the US troops had the advantage was no reason to get cocky. Troop after troop selflessly put himself in the line of fire to help accomplish their goal.
P-p-p-pING!!!! Bullets ricocheted off of the Panzer's (relatively) thick armour. As if in response, Johnson's Panzer fired back in retaliation and permanently silenced the foolhardy machine gunner.
Things were going great now. There seemed to be no way to impede the advance of the Us/German forces...

Word was reaching the Confederacy of the General's rebellion. They were extremley displeased. With half of their standing army gone they knew it was time for action, the two sides prepared for battle.

OOC: Just checking but is anyone the leader of the confederacy or will someone from the confederacy RP their moves?

ooc-i am just RPing my pilot,and of course his escorts(when available) but nothing more than that unless my charecter gets into one of thoose situations.

Martin arrived at the front in his jeep. Flooring the accelerator he closed the distance between himself and the panzers. The jeep was struck several times from a machine gunner in a trench. Nick desperately tried to maintain control but the jeep flipped over on it's side, throwing him out of view of the trench. Nick shook his head and picked up his rifle. He layed down beside the jeep and took aim at the machine gunner. BANG, Click, Click, Flop (Sound of him working the bolt.) the gunner fell forward onto the edge of the trench. He began to peer around in the trench for more targets. He sighted a man aiming an anti-tank rocket launcher at one of the tanks. Sighting the man's head in the sight. He pulled the trigger and was rewarded with a puff of pink. He stood up and dashed up behind one of the tanks, hopped up on it behind the turret, rested his rifle on the turret and began to shoot at the enemy...

OOC: I'm trying not to godmod but I'll have to RP the CSA's moves at least for today.

IC: It was early in the morning. The newly founded base for Gen. Johnston was ready for an aussalt. Men sat motionless in the RADAR room and ships were on their way from Pearl Harbor. Finally, there was a signal every on feared. Beep Beep. Icoming bombers.

"Arm the AA guns," Johnston ordered. For 5 minutes they were motionless again. Then on the horizon planes could be seen. "Hold your fire," Johnston ordered.

10 minutes later the planes were only a mile or so from their targets.
"Fire at will!" Johnston ordered again. There was a blaze of fire as two planes went down. The wave of bombers seemed endless. The sond of guns were unescapable. Finally they were over whelmed. The first bomb struck housing quarters. The plane was immediatley shot down. All men were ordered out of the base and to spread out so no lifes would be lost. The AA guns continued fire to protect the equiptment still in the base.

A second bomb struck the gate blowing it to shreds. Two guns and their gunners flew into the air among rubble. Thjen their was a third and a fourth. After 5 hours the fighting finally ceased. There was scilence. The wall around the base was gone and 9 buildings buring either from bombs or planes the hit them. They knew it was only a metter of time before either a naval or land assault so all men and equiptment were fully ready, all 1,000,000 of themas the others repaired the base.

*Terry began accelerating his plane,he jokefully dubed it "The Yank Killer" he got into the air followed by his two escorts(in spitfires) that accepted the dubed name on the Stuka,they flew close to each otehr to provide close air support,they had extra fuel at the cost of weapons,they were supposed to fly to a Canadians air field to get refueled and re armed,Terry had no clue where they were flying from,he was told it would be a long flight to the airfield in question,so he started to just started chatting with his escorts in a carefree manner,but Terry was smart and made it sound like they were chatting from big rig trucks, meaning not to alert the enemy about themselves,after all to get to Canada they had to go over the northern states,they avoided large cities and known large military bases as not to be spotted.

Tag- too lazy to RP the assault now maybe tonight.

Johnson and his panzer crew swept though the countryside around Québec. They were in the middle of their squad of 8 panzers who were flanking the city, approaching from the western side. As long as they could take out any defensive implacements on that part of the city, the whole operation should be a pushover.
"Achtung, Lieutenant!" BAM! An impact shook the panzer from the side.
Johnson leaned forward, in a war-like stance. "Wher'd the hell did that come from?"
"I'll check." Barnes opened the top and stuck out his make-shift periscope, just in case there were any snipers around. "Not much, Lieutenant...It was one of their anti-panzer rockets. I doubt it did much."
"Still, let's be on the cautious side, ok?" Johnson sat back down. "Radio the other Panzers and tell them to reduce their speed to-"
"Lieutenant!" It was the radio operator, Klaus. "Forward panzers report a contact!" He looked at Johnson, terror on his face. "It's tank-destroyers, sir!"
Klaus was rightly terrified. Even though the Canadians had no good tanks, their tank-detroyers were a force to be reckoned with. They still carryed the traditionally thin armour, however, their main armourment was 88 mm shells designed specifically for anti-armour use. Unfortunately, if one got careless enough, that could make very short work of a panzer.
"Ahead full! Load armour piercing rounds!" Johnson wan't going to be beaten by a couple tank-destroyers. Suddenly, he heard it.
A large explosion sounded from outside the panzer. Even before he ordered it, Barnes was on the job.
"Damn!" he yelled. "It's two more tank-destroyers!"
Johnson yelled. "Gunner! Turn about, and fire at will!"
Too late.
The back of the panzer started to flame. Barnes popped the hatch and vaulted out, with Johnson hot on his heels. Klaus started to vault out, as did the gunner and loader. Unfortunately, the gunner and loader were cut down by machine gun fire before they could reach cover.
Johnson, Barnes, and Klaus sprinted across the field, zigzagging, and headed for the group of trees on their left. This was their only defensive cover.
The three men stared out from their cover, and watched the squad get cut to bits. It was a dire situation-trapped in enemy territory with no radio or support and only two Colt .45s and a Walther P-38...Somehow, they'd have to get out of Canada, and back to the Occupied Territories. Considering the number of troops in this area, it would be a miracle if they could even get out of the forest alive.
Well, they had to start somewhere.

Sorry guys for bursting in, but can I be a Junkers Ju-87 Stuka dive-bomber group commander on the German side?

-Terry soped talking to his escorts as they finnally neared the Canadian border,they ascended high to avoid being spotted by ground forces,by now they could radio the Canadian government and terry did so.-
"Hey--phzzt- anyone th-phzzt-re ? we need a landin' strip"

(ooc-someone mind rping the canadian response ?)

Sorry guys for bursting in, but can I be a Junkers Ju-87 Stuka dive-bomber group commander on the German side?

Well, what do you say?

Dowling scowled. He was being told, in essence, to go bugger off and stop asking for more troops. He swore and ripped up the communique.
"Sir?!" Strauser jumped up from the desk where he had been working. "Something the matter?"
"Yes, damn it! Something is the matter! Those lily-livered idiots down in Philadelphia won't give me any more god-damned troops! For some reason, they think that taking a city that supplies no strategic value whatsoever is more important than breaking through Canadien lines and being able to freely maneouver at last!"
"You are talking about the offensive on Quebec sir?"
"Yes damn it!" Dowling jumped up and stalked over to the map he had on his wall. It showed the lines of troops, arrows of assaults, and reinforcements moving up to the front lines at this very time. "You'll see that here we are, sitting tight, enjoying the same amount of troops the Canadiens have, right near Kirkland Lake. Now, give me four or five divisions of tanks and we can break through to get to the Canadien interior. But those idiots down at the War Department feel it's more necessary to take a city for NO REASON AT ALL! They would rather pat themselves on the back than actually get through the job of winning this war!"
Strauser sidled towards the door. 'Sir, perhaps I could-"
"It's all right Strauser. You're dismissed."
As Strauser left the room, Dowling sank into a chair. They were so close to winning. Why couldn't Philadelphia see that like he could?
He sighed. 'I'm becoming just like Custer.' thought Dowling to himself. 'Just like him...'

ooc-i personally dont care if you join or not,the CSA needs more people,there are like 5 ppl playing panzer divisions....
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*Terry waited for a response form canada,if they took to long he would land wherever he could and then try again*

"Colonel, news from Richmond."
"Well damn it Coporal don't keep me waiting."
" Yes sir, it's Maryland sir, they have seceeded from the US and have requested to be Annexed my the CSA."
"Do you know what this means Corporal?"
"No sir."
"They have been complaining since the Second war of Independence that what Lincoln did was unconstitutional, that he illegal had the states representatives who were pro-slavery taken into custody. Now instead of complaining they went and did something about it. That also means that all land routes to Washington from the rest of the US has been cut off. We may finally be able to capture Washington."
"Do you have any orders sir?"
"Hmmm. Maryland will only have a militia, they haven't been trusted with a full batallion of tanks, or any aircraft whatsoever. Heres what we will do, send in a tank batallion to the east of Washington, we will try to breakthrough their lines their and send them into Maryland to protect them from invasion from the north, we will also try to push north to Washington, they will be weak, now they must send troops north to protect from an invasion by Maryland, this is great news. Tell you what else we will do, send up a squdron of those new Spitfires and 2 squadrons of Hurricanes, we will try to knock out as many of their Aircraft as possible. Also, have those railroad guns move up and start shelling Washington. Moral will be low and the people will be in panic, dropping shells on them will only make them more nervous. Too bad the Navy already got whipped, they will be able to use U-boats to evacuate dey personal, the President is already in Philadelphia, only congress is in Washington these days. Damn, this is good news, lets see how Billy Yank likes being on the run."
"Um sir."
"What now?"
"We only have two squadrons of Spitfires and 4 squadrons of Hurricanes in this sector, is it wise to throw half of them into this one battle?"
"Damn it Corporal were you listening at all!? They will be nervous, on edge, they wont be as decisive as usual, we use one squadron of Hurricanes as a diversion and then we pounce with the Spitfires and other Hurricanes. Anymore brain busters?"
"No sir, sorry sir, actually I do have one, when will we start the attack?"
"In three hours, that will give us time to prepare."
"Yes sir I'll patch it through with regional command and send the orders out to the commanders on the front."

*Terry and his escort still got no response from the candians,so he pulled out a map of canadian air fields and began to look,entrusting his escorts to warn him if there were any enemy planes*

OOC: Sure you can join, no problem...in fact, some occaional air support for my panzers wouldn't be to bad.

IC: Johnson, Barnes, and Klaus crept quietly to the forest's edge. The fighting had ended, and it was getting dark, so they were relatively safe. However, none of them were prepared for what they saw.
There were hulks of panzers scattered all over the countryside, some still smoldering. The entire squadron had be elminated; however, the trio took comfort in seeing the burnt-out chassises of a couple Mk IVs and (somehow) one of the Tank-Destroyers. Then, there were the bodies...
Most of the panzer drivers and gunners had obviously made an attempt to get out; however, none of them were succesful. Most bodies were burned beyond recognition, probably from the exploding fuel tanks and shells. Then, there were the bodies nearer to the forest, pumped full of machine gun bullets; some even had limbs blown off. Apparently, some had tried to get away, only to be cut down by the Mk IVs' anti-infantry machine guns.
"Mein Gott..." Klaus crossed himself.
Johnson couldn't speak. He was so shocked that the Canadians could do this to the superior US and German forces...He was always confident of victory, and had never thought of something like this happening to him before. But, he did remember one of the oldest wise sayings: 'Pride goeth before a fall'. In this case, it was a great fall.
"Ok, everyone," Johnson tried to maintain the air of an infallible commander; it wasn't easy. "Let's try to see if we can salvage any supplies, espcially guns and ammo...but be quick about it. We need to put as much distance between Québec and ourselves as soon as possible...They'll probably send out infantry divisions to mop up any stragglers."
All the party silently agreed and got to work. With these stakes, there was simply no time to spare.

OOC: Sure you can join, no problem...in fact, some occaional air support for my panzers wouldn't be to bad.

IC: Johnson, Barnes, and Klaus crept quietly to the forest's edge. The fighting had ended, and it was getting dark, so they were relatively safe. However, none of them were prepared for what they saw.
There were hulks of panzers scattered all over the countryside, some still smoldering. The entire squadron had be elminated; however, the trio took comfort in seeing the burnt-out chassises of a couple Mk IVs and (somehow) one of the Tank-Destroyers. Then, there were the bodies...
Most of the panzer drivers and gunners had obviously made an attempt to get out; however, none of them were succesful. Most bodies were burned beyond recognition, probably from the exploding fuel tanks and shells. Then, there were the bodies nearer to the forest, pumped full of machine gun bullets; some even had limbs blown off. Apparently, some had tried to get away, only to be cut down by the Mk IVs' anti-infantry machine guns.
"Mein Gott..." Klaus crossed himself.
Johnson couldn't speak. He was so shocked that the Canadians could do this to the superior US and German forces...He was always confident of victory, and had never thought of something like this happening to him before. But, he did remember one of the oldest wise sayings: 'Pride goeth before a fall'. In this case, it was a great fall.
"Ok, everyone," Johnson tried to maintain the air of an infallible commander; it wasn't easy. "Let's try to see if we can salvage any supplies, espcially guns and ammo...but be quick about it. We need to put as much distance between Québec and ourselves as soon as possible...They'll probably send out infantry divisions to mop up any stragglers."
All the party silently agreed and got to work. With these stakes, there was simply no time to spare.

(i apologize if i double post,the forums are not doing well right now)
*Terry saw on the map a large airfield,within flying distance to Quebec and the german/yankee front line,he folded up the map and radioed his escorts to follow him,his plan was to land without being seen and then hide the planes until they found allies,ammunition,and fuel.*

*"Obest Otto Rommel here" I say as I drive up to the secruity gate at the airbase. "Your squadron is waiting, sir" the guard says. I park in the grass and step out of my kubelwagon. I look at all of the Stukas bombers under my command, and then look at my Ju-87 Stuka, all ready to go.

http://www.studenten.net/customasp/axl/image/foto/26-4-2002-9-9-junkers_ju_87_stuka_ready_to_go.jpg

*Air raid siren sounds* "Can. PLANS GET INTO THE AIR!" people shout. I taxi to the runway and take off along with my 30 other stukas and 15 Bf-109 fighters. My bomber group climbs into the clouds as the fighters take on the British Lanchasters and Canadian Spitfires. The 109s fly straight into the Lanchasters and wipe out half their squadron before the Spitfires attack. A fierce battle erruptes.

http://www.studenten.net/customasp/axl/image/thumb/bf109flying4.jpg

The 109s take out all incoming planes in the end, but 5 109s have to bail from damaged engines. We then all land and relax. For now.

OCC:I'm asumming its to late to join but if not I would like to be a Texan sniper / covert agent? Please respond asap.

A messege arives at each of the nations involved:
Wars can be such costly things, no? We, the CEOs of The Sylex of Souls, offer loans to any nation in need of such aid. Please telegram us with the amount needed. Thank you,
-The CEOs of the Sylex of Souls

ooc-i think you can still join,i have no problem with it.

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*terry was now within sight of the airfield,he and his two escorts landed somewhat hard on the unkept runway,after a short time the planes stoped,the pilots got out and one of the escort pilots went to go look for a taxing vhecile,Terry stood guard,and the otehr escort pilot went to go look for some supplies.*

A messege arives at each of the nations involved:
Wars can be such costly things, no? We, the CEOs of The Sylex of Souls, offer loans to any nation in need of such aid. Please telegram us with the amount needed. Thank you,
-The CEOs of the Sylex of Souls

This isn't an RP war between countries in NS, it is an RP war of what could happen in WWII if the south had won the civil war (they called it the Second War of Independence).

Corporal Atryll planted the charges, along with the rest of the marines, and they hurried back to the Shore where they ha dlanded.
Only to be confronted by 30 American Soldiers with Thompsons and M1 Garands.
"Stupid Limeys- you really think we didn't expect a raid along this shore? Surrender, and you'll be taken to a POW camp. Or we could just shoot you here and now."
Atryll gasped. Even if they had been expecting a raid, there was no way they could of known it would from here and at this time unless their had been treachery.
He only regretted that he wouldn't be able to tell whitehall about the leak.
Six of the Marines opened fire, with he and the others hitting the deck. They had made their choice.
They killed a few yanks, but were quickly cut to peices by the superior enemy fire.
Atryll resigned himself to spending alot of time in The POW camp here in the USA.
He knew he would attempt to escape- but he couldn't be sure right now wether he would succeed.
Still, at least he'd be going somewhere colder than this baking hot beach.........

*Terry stood guard for a little while,when a single motor was heard in the distance Terry ran off the runway and hid in some overgrown grass,a jeep pulled up to the runway,it was a US army scouting jeep,they heard rumors that a runway was around,but didnt know where,the yanks were astonished to find three planes there,there were three people in the jeep,a gunner,a driver,and a reserve just in case,the reserve got out and walked slowly towards the spitfire's,they were issued from the US/german air force's,the reserve moved towards the cockpit,looking at the plane,he yelled to the driver to get the engine going,there were CSA markings on the planes,the gunner looked at his gun to make sure it was loaded,the gunner readyed his gun(a cabin-mounted machine gun),the reserve jumped into the passengers seat,as he did a blast went off,the gunner fell off the back of the jeep ,Terry quickly reloaded,he had overloaded his shotgun so that one of the tires on the jeep would be flatenned,the driver quickly tried in vain to start the car,Terry approached the jeep from the drivers side,pointing his shotgun at the driver and reserve,they raised there hands and got out of the car*
[driver]"please,dont hurt us..."*trembling*
[Terry]"ok,get on the floor,both of you"
*the driver and reserve get on the rough runway*
[Terry]"good"*Terry walked around to the back of the jeep,he put his shotgun down and he pulled off the machine gun,he tossed it in the back of the jeep,then he picked up his shotgun in one hadn and drug the maching gun out on the runway,followed by the ammo,and then he took out a knife and poped each of the tires on the jeep*
[Terry]"ok,you are both free to go"
[driver]"how are we gonna get out of here !?!?!"
[Terry]"not my problem"*he smirked and waved his shotgun for them to go away on foot*

My Stukas are rearming at the main airbase in the Eastern US and should be ready to give close air support for your tanks in a day, Crystata.

Its not too late to join is it if not ill be cannon fodder in the british army fighting in europe or asia somewhere

OOC: Well, I have no problem with you joining...its just that at this point, the British only fought on the American mainland or were held up in Britain...they had no assets in asia.

IC: The three looked like a very motley assortment; all were still wearing their Wehrmacht Panzer uniforms, but they were laden down with stiel granates, ammo bandoliers, and weapons. Each had their sidearm, plus an MP-40. Klaus, the crack shot of the group, had managed to salvage a Springfield '03 sniper rifle. It wasn't as good as a Gewehr 43, but it would do for now.
"Ok, let's get moving...there shouldn't be any border patrols out now, but even if there are, there should only be infantry, and no tanks this time." Johnson was still cautious, but not to the point of paranoia.
The team started moving, and everything seemed to be going fine. That was, until...
The three had sat down to drink and eat. Suddenly, there was a sharp PING! and one of the cups was shot off the box it was set on. Now, everyone knew that cups don't do that by them selves...
"Canadian snipers!" That was Klaus. "Get down...I'll try to get 'em back."
He meant to get up slightly and aim his Springfield, but then bullets started pouring out in their direction. One at a time, the group rushed behind a stone wall.
"...They must have a machine gun up there, on that bluff," Johnson stated. "We've got to knock it out somehow."
"Hmmm...Why don't we just through some stiel granates? That outta flush out some of 'em," suggested Barnes. He looked down at his belt, laden with 10 of the "potato mashers". "We've got enough."
"Sure, but don't stay up too long...there's that machine gunner, and the sniper." Klaus, the voice of common sense, spoke again.
"Ok. Get ready, on my command. One, two...three!"
A barrage of 6 stiel granates flew at where they thought the machine gun was. Then, a couple seconds later, they heard (and felt, for some had been thrown back) a series of explosions, interspaced with screams and French curses. After it was over, Barnes stuck up his helmet, just to make sure. Since his hand had not been shot to a bloody pulp after about 10 seconds, he deduced they had taken care of the machine gunner.
"Sir, I'm guessing both have been eliminated," Barnes reported. "They didn't spray me fire, and when I stuck my hand up, it wasn't blown off by a sniper."
"Good work, both of you," Johnson said to the former gunner and former radio operator. "However, just to make sure, let's try to move to a more secure camping location." After being through their first ground confrontation without several centimetres of armour around them, no one argued with that.

*A short time after Terry had dealt with the scouting jeep his escort pilots came back from there dutys*
[escort1]"it seems as though the canadians just abdoned it sir,there a good stockpile of fuel,but no ammunition or anything, there is also an abandoned hangar not far away,there is a taxi vheciles inside,or if you didnt imobilise it,we could have used that jeep"
[Terry]*looked back at the jeep*"oh well,does this hangar have any otehr buildings or defenses around it ?"
[escort1]"ya,a couple of sandbag machine gun posts,but they've been striped of there machine guns,there is a large building nearby though,probably the airport"
[Terry]"interesting,but theres not a road for miles around"
[escort2]*walks up*"hey,i found some food and guns,along with some fresh clothes if we need them"
[Terry]"where ?"
[escort2]"not sure,its not far away,but it looks like an airport terminal maybe,i was looking around and there a hangar closeby"
[Terry]"well,we're brilliant,lets search in the same area"*he thought for a moment*"you get the taxi vhecile,and you watch the planes,i will search the airport terminal myself"*Terry picked up the machine gun he had stripped off the jeep and he took a box of ammunition with him*

OOC: How 'bout some propaganda while I think of how to continue? First, on the homerfront (first, the US, then Germany).

IC:

Support the Union!

What reasonable man among us would stay home, being a non-combatant while the war rages on? We need people like you to save the country from the deplorable Canucks, Limeys, and Rebs! It is your patriotic duty as citizen to defend the Union, just as we did before during the Wars of Sucession and the Great War.
With the help of all reasonable men in the Union, we can triumph over to the Northern and Southern menaces! Remeber, united we stand!

OOC: And now, auf deutsch! (It not be too accurate, so don't penalise me!)

Unterstützen Sie das Vaterland!

Auf welchem vernünftigen Mann würden unter uns zu Hause bleiben, sind ein Nichtkämpfende, während der Krieg wütet? Wir brauchen Leute wie Sie, den unseren Alliierten die Vereinigten Staaten vom bedauerlichen Canucks, Limeys, und Rebs zu sparen! Es ist Ihre patriotische Pflicht als Bürger, unseres ein die Gewerkschaft, zu verteidigen, genauso wie wir vor während des Großen Kriegs machten.
Mit Hilfe aller vernünftigen Männer im Vaterland können wir über zu den Nördlichen und Südlichen Drohungen triumphieren! Remeber, hat wir stehen vereint! Sieg heil!

OOC: Now, some demoralising leaflets for the Canadians!

IC:

Canadians, lay down your arms!
If we are all to be reasonable men, then you must know by know the might of the United States of America! We have taken key cities such as Montreal, and are currently advancing on the capital of Quebec! And, as you know, we have the Imperial Nation of Germany on our side! Our fiercesome panzers and aeroplanes and out skilled infantry are a force you cannot hope to hold out against! Your only choice is to surrender to us immdeiately; only that way will we show you mercy.

OOC: Now, in French! (note: this is not accurate, since I used "French" French, not French-Canadian French.

Les canadiens, dépose vos bras!
Si nous sommes tout être des hommes raisonnables, alors vous devez savoir par sait que le pourrait des Etats-Unis d'Amérique! Nous avons pris des villes clées telles que Montreal, et avancent actuellement sur la capitale de Québec! Et, comme vous le savez, nous avons la Nation Impériale d'Allemagne sur notre côté! Notre fiercesome panzers et les avions et l'infanterie hors consommée est une force que vous ne pouvez pas espérer tenir hors contre! Votre seul choix se sera obligé à rendre à nous immdeiately; seulement cette façon fera nous vous montrons la pitié.

OOC: I'm personally not too good at propaganda, so I welcome constructive criticism, and maybe even submissions of your own.

ooc-the only words needed for modern propoganda to lower youre enemy's morale is "we are the usa,we come in peace. if you dont submit,we will silence you with a nuclear weapon"

jk.

OOC: Where is everyone?

IC: "On your feet, Alliance pigs!"
Johnson, Barnes and Klaus quickly opened their eyes, looking up into the butternut uniforms and light machine guns of a Canadian battlegroup. In a fleeting thought, Johnson wondered why, in the deep of the forest, they still clung to those uniforms; the US's green gray made more sense.
"I said up, now!" The voice spoke in heavily accented English, and was the sound of someone in their 20's. Johnson saw this as unusual, considering the man shouting the orders was a full corporal.
Slowly, the three got up, rasing their hands in surrender. The other men in butternut went up to them and stripped them of their sidearms.
The corporal was met by a sergent, who was, to Johnson's astonishment, British. They started to confer about their new prizes.
"Hmmm....panzer corps, judging by their uniforms."
"Yes, but consider the obvious question...what are they doing without their tank?"
"They're probably part of the failed attack on Quebec," speculated the sergent. "They're not too much of a risk, anyway...transfer them to the POW camp in the Yukon."
"Yessir."
The Canadians prodded the three men along, through the woods. As soon as they left them, Johnson noticed that it wasn't merely an infantry brigade; there were a couple tanks and armoured cars, plus some APCs, and...the truck for POWs.
"Get in the back! All of you!" That was some noncom, although he spoke English better than the corporal.
Each of them was given a seperate guard, so none of them could communicate with each other. Johnson chose to take this time to think about this situation. Here he was, only a few miles from the border, yet surrounded by an enemy brigade, and taken prisoner. Things did not look good. Johnson laughed about that understatement.
Of course, he hadn't listened to any stories about Canadian POW camps; he never thought he'd need the information. Now, he desperately wished he had listen, even for the slightest bit of any information that he could use.
For now, all they could do was wait...and wait...

ooc-this rp has kinda died,ppl probably envolved in other RP's,but if you were talking about charecters mine is at some old airfield


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*Terry made his way quickly to the old terminal,he looked around,it was an old place but it wasnt very dirty,used before the war most likely,Terry made his way to the tower,he arrived finding a old flight book that was left behind,he skimemd through it,the place turned out to be a tourist airport,midway to alaska or deeper into canada,there was a map in the back of the book,he looked over it,they were far from there intended destination,they could make it to Quebec if they had a full load of fuel,but the flight from the States exhausted there fuel,they would have to wait or travel on foot to the nearest town,providing it was still in-tact,Terry set up the machine gun in the tower, it would be a good vantage point and well defended if needs be,while this was going on in the tower the two escorts had been doing there dutys,the planes were now in hangars,the two escort pilots came up to the terminal*
[Escort1]"Sir !"
[Terry]"At ease,what is it ?"
[Escort1]"the planes are in the hangars"
[Terry]"good,now lets see thsoe guns and clothes..."
[Escort2]"Yes sir ! follow me sir !"
[Terry]"enough with the 'Sirs' already"
[Escort2" Yes si...i mean,yes,and sorry"
*the second escort showed them down to the security room of the airport,but it had military weapons,not law enforcement weapons,but Terry was more concerned with a set of keys that was on the desk,he picked them up,they were labled "FORD",terry smirked as he thought 'Fast Only Rolling Downhill' ,but he motioned for his escorts to follow him,the escorts got some old Colt pistols and followed him,Terry looked around and saw a garage building,he ran to it,it was locked,Terry got out his shotgun and simply blasted away the lock,he opened the doors and there was an old Ford pickup truck,Terry got in the drivers seat*
[Terry]"Stay here,i will be back soon,if i am not back within a couple days split the fuel in the stuka and fly back to the Good Ol' South"
*With that the escrots got out of his way and back into the terminal,Terry started the car and started off towards the nearest town*