Wirraway
20-10-2004, 21:07
Coordinator Achilles Brown sat in his high backed leather chair facing out over the rolling low country of the Netherlands. The light of the pale sun streamed into the office throwing crazy shadows on the wall behind him. In the distance giant slowly turning windmills vied with towering skyscrapers as the skyline of Amsterdam slowly came to life as night fell. Farther out the cool blue Atlantic rolled into the shore, enlessly trying to destroy the dykes which generations of Dutchmen had fought to create.
Beautiful, but yet so deadly.... he thought as wave after wave crashed into the concrete embakments. He sat a moment longer taking in the vista before him. Suddenly he craned his head forward, Maybe if I look hard enough I can see it his eyes scanned the horizon looking for the tell tall flashes that symbolized an armed conflict.....bah its no use
Slowly he swivled to a map on the wall, his chair turning silently with him. Gaint red arrows plotted the movements of vast quantities of men and materials. Some arrows knifed to strategic junctions and rivers, while others pointed directly into cities, the crimson arrows foretelling the events that were to occur.
Just hours earlier he had had his final meeting with his Generals, the last chance for him to say no, to stop the invasion, but he realized in a deep level that this was neccesary. He had given the final go-ahead. Now, as he sat in his office, almost 1 million troops, 700,000 natives and 300,000 colonials were pouring across the border into Belgium. The generals had held an extra 200,000 in reserve in case anything should go awry. Naval units deployed along the coast blockading the hapless country and allowing an amphibious invasion of Southern end of Belgium by the famed Wirrawayan marines.
Achilles walked over the his realtime link into Millitary HQ and pressed the power button, the monitor flashed to life. He scrolled through a vareity of menus and clicked on one. Through the eyes of various airborne drones he watched the invasion taking place, one screen showed entire Wirrawayan Tank Corps rolling over division of Belgian infantry, blasting the ground and men like gigantic monsters of yore.
In a few days it would be over. Antwerp was due to fall in a few hours and Brussels, if everything went according to plan, by nightfall the next day, now was the hard part. As if the emphsize this he watched helplessly as a Belgian missile team set up behind the armor column and managed to destroy two multimillion dollar tanks before the combined firepower of 5 Abrams wiped them out of existence.
So far casualities had been lighter than expected, but that was due to emelent of surprise, they were sure to pick up as they met more determined opposition farther north.
It had to be done, It had too, The Netherlands, the Wirrawayan Concordiat depended on it.
The people were getting restless. Land and resources had always been in short supply in the Netherlands. After the Concordiat had expanded the land crisis been alliaviated a little, but it had 50 years since new colony had been taken and in that time Wirrawayan Industry had boomed and the population had rised a preciptious rate. Land prices for a single acre could now reach into the millions. The Netherlands was simply too full, more land was needed.
Intially forced deportation to the colonies had been tried out, but public sentiment was so against this that there had actually been riots in the streets, something unheard of in the Concordiat. Achilles was convinced that if it had gone on any longer he would have had a full scale rebellion, so the government, for the first time in recorded history had backed down.
The only other alternative was continental expansion, and the easiest target was directly to the south in Belgium
Achilles slowly rose and traced his finger along the border between Belgium and the Netherlands. He traced the blue route of a bombing strike into Brussels and then jerked his finger away like it had been scalded, he walked back to his seat shaking his head.
Its just a line, a black line on a peice of paper, bah, we will take what we wish. We must be our own nation, we must be our own people. We are not the world's lackeys, we must choose our own path, and I have chosen.I]
A few hours later a statement was beamed out the international community
[I]We have begun an annexation of Belgium. Please do not attempt to stop us as it will be over before you can intervene. This move is neccesary to sustain our nation and we will do whatever it neccesary to hold keep Belgium in Wirraway.
Once Belgium has been absorbed it will become a full voting member of the Concordiat, just like all other member nations. We will spread the peace and prosperity of the Concordiat to their people. Our aspirations do not exceed the borders of Belgium, so we ask that our neighbours do not become alarmed as we harbor no intention of attacking your nation.
Beautiful, but yet so deadly.... he thought as wave after wave crashed into the concrete embakments. He sat a moment longer taking in the vista before him. Suddenly he craned his head forward, Maybe if I look hard enough I can see it his eyes scanned the horizon looking for the tell tall flashes that symbolized an armed conflict.....bah its no use
Slowly he swivled to a map on the wall, his chair turning silently with him. Gaint red arrows plotted the movements of vast quantities of men and materials. Some arrows knifed to strategic junctions and rivers, while others pointed directly into cities, the crimson arrows foretelling the events that were to occur.
Just hours earlier he had had his final meeting with his Generals, the last chance for him to say no, to stop the invasion, but he realized in a deep level that this was neccesary. He had given the final go-ahead. Now, as he sat in his office, almost 1 million troops, 700,000 natives and 300,000 colonials were pouring across the border into Belgium. The generals had held an extra 200,000 in reserve in case anything should go awry. Naval units deployed along the coast blockading the hapless country and allowing an amphibious invasion of Southern end of Belgium by the famed Wirrawayan marines.
Achilles walked over the his realtime link into Millitary HQ and pressed the power button, the monitor flashed to life. He scrolled through a vareity of menus and clicked on one. Through the eyes of various airborne drones he watched the invasion taking place, one screen showed entire Wirrawayan Tank Corps rolling over division of Belgian infantry, blasting the ground and men like gigantic monsters of yore.
In a few days it would be over. Antwerp was due to fall in a few hours and Brussels, if everything went according to plan, by nightfall the next day, now was the hard part. As if the emphsize this he watched helplessly as a Belgian missile team set up behind the armor column and managed to destroy two multimillion dollar tanks before the combined firepower of 5 Abrams wiped them out of existence.
So far casualities had been lighter than expected, but that was due to emelent of surprise, they were sure to pick up as they met more determined opposition farther north.
It had to be done, It had too, The Netherlands, the Wirrawayan Concordiat depended on it.
The people were getting restless. Land and resources had always been in short supply in the Netherlands. After the Concordiat had expanded the land crisis been alliaviated a little, but it had 50 years since new colony had been taken and in that time Wirrawayan Industry had boomed and the population had rised a preciptious rate. Land prices for a single acre could now reach into the millions. The Netherlands was simply too full, more land was needed.
Intially forced deportation to the colonies had been tried out, but public sentiment was so against this that there had actually been riots in the streets, something unheard of in the Concordiat. Achilles was convinced that if it had gone on any longer he would have had a full scale rebellion, so the government, for the first time in recorded history had backed down.
The only other alternative was continental expansion, and the easiest target was directly to the south in Belgium
Achilles slowly rose and traced his finger along the border between Belgium and the Netherlands. He traced the blue route of a bombing strike into Brussels and then jerked his finger away like it had been scalded, he walked back to his seat shaking his head.
Its just a line, a black line on a peice of paper, bah, we will take what we wish. We must be our own nation, we must be our own people. We are not the world's lackeys, we must choose our own path, and I have chosen.I]
A few hours later a statement was beamed out the international community
[I]We have begun an annexation of Belgium. Please do not attempt to stop us as it will be over before you can intervene. This move is neccesary to sustain our nation and we will do whatever it neccesary to hold keep Belgium in Wirraway.
Once Belgium has been absorbed it will become a full voting member of the Concordiat, just like all other member nations. We will spread the peace and prosperity of the Concordiat to their people. Our aspirations do not exceed the borders of Belgium, so we ask that our neighbours do not become alarmed as we harbor no intention of attacking your nation.