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Unrest in Walmingtonian Togoland: Phosphate prices increase

Walmington on Sea
29-08-2004, 10:19
Dapong, Walmingtonian Togoland

“Oh, thank you, Evans, it does look rather like the plan has backfired a little, doesn’t it?”

Admiral (Ret.) Jackson French replaced the earpiece and slammed down the tall phone in consternation. Behind him, the slight figure of John Williams cowered beside the window, nervously peering around the frame.

“Oh...crisps!” He cursed...sort of. “They’re starting to shoot this way, you know, I think they’re starting to shoot this way!”

French let out a vague grumble and remained standing in the middle of the room, hands now firmly on his hips. Gunfire could indeed be heard drawing ever closer as the native mob wandered about the city.

“Look, that’s my ruddy mob!” French asserted, raising one hand to tug nervously at his greying moustache. “They’ll calm down, if they know what’s good for them.”

“Sir?” Replied a worried Williams, apparently struggling to see what the old fellow was going to do about dozens of armed natives.

“Financially!
“You’ll all be fired!” The Admiral bellowed towards the closed windows, raising the hand still further, fingers curled and palm turned upwards as he shook with fear disguised as anger. As he repeated the last word, wobbling voice raised even higher, a window was pierced by a rifle bullet that carried on into the old man’s body, casting him down to the lion skin that lay already on his floor. Williams, still crouched by the next window, wailed in alarm and terror, his body tensed and eyes darting from Admiral to window to door.

In the end he did not need to break for the exit, as the police responded quickly, dispersing the mob and entering the room in which French lay half dead. The bullet that struck the influential retired Admiral’s shoulder was later concluded to be probably a 7.92x57mm Mauser M98 round...

Nb. due largely to the difficulty of obtaining clear maps of Togoland and the Gold Coast, Walmingtonian Togoland’s borders are basically the same as those of modern Togo. The British mandate that in reality voted for incorporation into Ghana is here assumed to have been part of the original British Gold Coast colony. Walmingtonian Togoland borders the British Gold Coast, and the Free French administered territories of Upper Volta and Dahomey.
Roycelandia
29-08-2004, 14:24
Port Imperial, Roycelandian East Africa

"Good news, your Excellency! There's been an outbreak of Civil Unrest in a small African Country!"

Governor-General Philip J. Fry was in an excellent mood. The previous night he had roundly trumped Jefferson from the Foreign Ministry at Poker, spent the remainder of the night (most enjoyably, he might add) with his mistress and one of her 18 year old friends, and now there was the possibility he could send the troops into another African Country for no decent reason at all. He even contemplated buying a Lotto Ticket, such was his mood.

"Excellent! Where?"

"Ummm... Walmingtonian Togoland."

"Oh." Governor-General Fry's face fell. One can't very well go around invading other people's colonies and whatnot, especially when they were good friends and all.

"Perhaps we can offer them some help?"

"An excellent suggestion. Make it happen." Governor-General Fry waved the aide out and wondered if there was something good on TV.

Communique to the Governor of Walmingtonian Togoland

The Roycelandian Government has received word of civil unrest in your Colony, and is anxious to provide assistance in any way possible.

Rest assured you will have our full support in maintaining the loyalty of your Colonies, and can count on Roycelandia to assist out Walmingtonian Friends in any way we can.

[signed] Governor-General Philip J. Fry, Port Imperial, Roycelandian East Africa
Walmington on Sea
30-08-2004, 14:19
"Olympio, he's your man."
"Olympio." Repeated the second African, in a thick accent with a French edge to it. His party carried on southwards, soon to join this man's revolution, Upper Volta's terrain fading into the distance behind them but certainly not forgotten.

Meanwhile in Luton (AKA Lomé), Harold Baxtorly-Adams Governor of Walmingtonian Togoland and Local Protector of Sao Tome and Principe was -as ever in good spirits- replying cordially to Governor-General Fry, assuring the Roycelandians that all was well in West Africa. Gosh, Great Walmington was even moving hundreds of soldiers out of Togoland, Mauritania, and Saharaland, and moving them across to The Free Roman Territory of Libya against lingering Fascist threats from far away.
Iansisle
30-08-2004, 17:10
Gosh, Great Walmington was even moving hundreds of soldiers out of Togoland, Mauritania, and Saharaland, and moving them across to The Free Roman Territory of Libya against lingering Fascist threats from far away.

((Lingering fascist threats of the Ercolanian kind? Ag's been looking to have Erco do something. ;)

Oh, and a clumsy tag))
Walmington on Sea
02-09-2004, 17:39
Luton Royal Imperial Hospital, Walmingtonian Togoland

"...Would you believe it? Jerry bullet, they say! Who remembers me telling Evans to give the blighters Jerry weapons, eh?" French seemed little interested in the possibility of being over heard as he bellowed across the ward, addressing Williams and a couple of lesser conspirators who were entering through the swinging doors.

"Ex-service Cafmirs, those Royce short maggers one can't help tripping over in Saharaland, Wayne's Constable service revolvers, but not ruddy Mausers! Where'd those come from, eh?" The old Admiral rattled on, prodding furiously at his bandaged shoulder and dragging himself up in bed.

"I, ah, think its... that is, they've, what I mean to say is, we're not the only ones motivating the Togs to... well, you know." Said Williams, removing and fiddling with his bowler as he approached the Admiral's bed.

"There's a revolution on." Said one of the two men skirting the perpetually nervous Williams. "It's happening in Upper Volta and Dahomey, too, the Free French are in a panic."

"Worried they're going to lose everything." Added the other man.

"Splendid!" Rumbled French. "So long as our Tog contacts are the strongest, we're the only ones likely to stay in operation. We'll all be rich as Chaspots!"

Williams didn't appear convinced. He was the only one taking seriously the news reports of impending victory in the Americas and the associated freeing-up of countless Walmingtonian and Imperial soldiers.
Roycelandia
03-09-2004, 05:24
The Imperial Intelligence Service were hard at work trying to work out where Togolandian Rebels acquired Mausers and ammunition.

"Never seen the attraction in them myself" Commander Sword mused out loud to no-one in particular. "I mean, they only hold five rounds! Our Short Magazine Lee-Enfields and Self-Loading Lee-Enfields hold 10 and 20 rounds each respectively, and the .303 British cartridge is basically identical to both the 7 and 8mm Mauser rounds, and the American .30-06. Still, I wonder where the Natives are getting Mausers from?"

There were murmurmed nods of assent.

A young Captain down the back of the room piped up. "What about the former Das Uber Deutchsland Kreigsmarine Base in Mombasa?"

Mombasa, in the province of Kenya, Roycelandian East Africa, had long been a Naval Base for Das Uber Deutchsland when the Nation still existed, under the Treaty of Defence between Roycelandia and DUD.

DUD's collapse into Anarchy and eventual dissolution had surprised everyone, but the entire DUD OstAfrikaner Kriegsmarine Fleet had elected to join the Roycelandian Armed Forces, and as such Roycelandia had acquired an enormous amount of German equipment, including Mauser Kar98 Bolt-Action rifles (chambered for 7.92x57 Mauser), Mauser M1898 "Broomhandle" Semi-Auto Pistols (Chambered for 9mm Parabellum, fortunately- quite a few of them were in use by Imperial Roycelandian Troops now as a result), Luger P08 handguns, Walther P38 handguns (also in use with some Roycelandian Troops), and a number of FG-42 and MP-40 assault rifles and SMGs.

Mombasa, being extremely close to the Lusakan Border and one of REA's busiest ports, was exactly the sort of place the Lusakans (or other African Revolutionaries) would be looking for weapons. The Kriegsmarine people were still in charge of the stores, and it wasn't impossible for the Kriegsmarine Quartermaster to be quietly selling German arms on the side to anyone with money... In which case, Commander Sword would be putting a stop to that, thank you very much. Imperial Armaments had the monopoly on selling weapons to anyone who wanted them, not that the Roycelandian Government would ever admit that was official policy...
Westerney
03-09-2004, 05:29
Err, what can be done about these phrospates, exactly?


If the riots become uncontrollable, Westerney will lend some aid by sending you 20 men armed with pikes and five men with javelins. As well as a shipment of mud and some psychiatrists to calm those looney protesters down.