The Macabees
24-03-2005, 22:27
[OOC: If you're interested in the role play I suggest you read Uneasy Stabalization Inside the Second Empire (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=401036) since it gives insight on what this is about. This is also open, although please, if you join, write with extreme detail. Comments also welcomed.]
March 20, 2005
Weigar, Hassel
After the most disrespective turn down of the peace by Karl Schwarzein events concerning the civil disputes within the Empire seemed to subside as the threat of invasion augmented the level of nationalism, even within Hassel. Indeed, several of the Hasselic divisions had been moved to the coastline or central strategic reserve areas. However, the truth of the matter was completely different and Karl Schwarzein had taken the time to formulate his plan of action. It seemed that the best possibly instance to rebel was during the war with Five Civiled Nations. Indeed, the military would have its sights set on defending the coastline of the Empire while Hassel would be a backwater zone, left for the second echelon troops. With these settings it seemed to Karl Schwarzein that the days of Macabee despotism over Hassel were numbered, and soon enough Hassel would rise to the lime light of the old Empire and it would re-unite all the lands under Hasselic leadership, more specifically, his leadership. The world would be stunned as Jonach I was decapitated and his dynasty destroyed forever, after only a mere ten years of power, and Karl Schwarzein hoisted his family to the golden throne of the Empire in a mighty uproar of glory.
Karl Schwarzein savored the moment, almost dripping saliva onto the papers arrayed on his desk before him. He wiped his mouth with the backside of his right hand and then looked down as the feeling of hopelessness overwhelmed him. He shrugged. Although the future of his rule looked bright the immediate future did not. Indeed, stacks of paperwork concerning the mobilization of the peasants around him stood higher than the artillery guns being built in secret for said army. He chuckled. Once he had thought that the Emperor was a sane man, but when the Black Legion was forged all previous veils on the man's justice were erased and it became obvious that Jonach's reign would be one of terror, at least for Hassel and those who did not approve entirely of his decision making. Oh how the wheel of time worked. It was amazing how things changed so quickly.
On his desk was a small box with a red button, all covered in rare wood from the deepest ravines of the Empire. He lifted his arm, sighing deeply, and pressed the button. According to his wishes an armed guard open the thick wood doors which divided his room from the main hallway and entered, abrubtly closing legs, standing as stiff as a statue and saluting,"Sir, at your service, sir."
Karl Schwarzein let a loose smile escape from his tought composure and he slowly gave his orders,"Tell Generalmajor Heinrich Garbs to begin the general mobilization. Also, tell Generaloberst von Krebbs that it is time for his actions as well. Thank you. Dismissed!"
The soldier gave another salute, committed himself to an about face, and left, closing the large doors behind him which thudded closed seconds later. The month Jonach I had given Karl Schwarzein to plan out the coming operations would be vital to the success of said plans and the actions taken in response to them would outline the success, or failure, of Karl Schwarzein's movements to create a better future for himself and for his people. From under his desk he pulled out a hidden compartment full of maps and untencils intended for writing. He began to plow through the stack of papers inside the area and finally pulled out a fairly large map of the city of Weigar and laid it flat on his desk. It was clean, nothing marked, edges neatly ironed out. He took a pencil from the same compartment and hunched over the parchment to draw a line coming from his current position, the Governer's Palace, all the way to the Police Headquarters. The thick black carbon streaked across the white paper of the map and he laughed, although rather cynically. That same area would most likely be streaked red the next day.
The people of Hassel were forming into a union underneath the laws imposed by Jonach I. The disgruntled of Hassel had all began to trickel to Weigar, the new nervous center of the provence, and began to take abode with the friendly citizens of the city. In fact, official reports estimated a crowd of at least ten thousand souls, perhaps as high as twenty thousand. All of these would conjur underneat the windows of Karl Schwarzein's room and under his leadership would make its march to the Police Headquarters. It would be a 'peaceful protest' but no doubt the Imperial Police, reinforced by Black Legion and the Assault Force, would try to stop it. And the people arrayed for the protest were not ones to be stopped. It would turn violent, Karl Schwarzein was sure of that. However, he had his own plans churning in the bakery for production. The fight tomorrow would not be one sided, and even if it was, it would force the wheels of rebellion to turn even faster. The events that would rupture the Empire would burn in its quick pace.
He hurumphed. He was vexed at what he considered a puppet of the Emperor's power. The Hasselic police force was to be autonomous from that of the other provences. It had even been signed upon by Jonach and the old state government of Hassel during the Civil War. He shrugged. Just another reason to get rid of the Emperor.
He reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out a piece of paper. The Imperial seal was broken for the letter had already been opened. Karl Schwarzein looked over it again and then opened the folded paper and began to read it out loud, Karl I ask of you to come to Fedala and meet with me for a proper and civilized discussion on the problems the state is facing so far. I fear that the only way for the Empire to survive and stay strong is for us to settle our differences by the pen, not the sword. Of course, you may have a proper military attachee to ensure your safe arrival, and moreover, I give my personal word ensuring your safety. This is not meant as a double-dealing scheme, this is meant to promote peace. I hope that you may walk in the path of the light and see clearly that the only way to avoid complete destruction is by compromising. I am willing to sit down and act mature. Now, are you?" It was signed the Emperor. Concise and it proved to be as rude also.
He then peered over his response, scribbled on the same sheet of paper,""What? How dare you. You call me a coward, you call me a child? I fear Spaniard that your time as our leader is over for you shall be usurped. It is only a matter of time. I have demobilized the Hasselic forces merely because I thought that peace was the way to dethrone you, however, I can see that you have no intention of truly compromising ,unlike you claim. What do I fear? I fear war is the only possible alternative."
He laughed. Written two weeks ago it seemed as if peace was at hand. However, a few threats and a few sparks of war elsewhere and the entire process was derailed. Karl shrugged for what was probably his third time in that ten minute time span. War it was.
The door to his room slammed open and Generalmajor Garbs stormed in, big black boots staining the fine Persian rugs which decorated the floors of the room. Heinrich Garbs was a puzzle. He was an official supporter of Jonach however when the killngs of the senators began he had turned on his former master and allied himself to Schwarzein. Indeed, Karl went over his first words, spoken in a time of haste, when Karl was making his escape from Fedala.
Karl had asked,"I thought you were a staunch supporter of the Emperor!"
And Hienrich, loyally retorted,"No sir, I am a staunch supporter of the Empire. And you, frankly, are the Empire"
Those days of a glorious, revolutionary, Heinrich were over. Now he was a staunch militarist, eager to flex his martial prowess and to wage an unconditional war on Fedala. He was dressed in full military order, Imperial white suite decorated by a gold ribbon leading from his left shoulder down to his right abdomen, and behind again. Medals were arrayed in neat rows and columns on his left breast. It was ironic that young Heinrich was garbed in the Macabee military dress, as all Hasselic generals were. It seemed that the short ten years had actually been quite an influence on Hasselic culture, which had once been extremely prideful on its military. Now it looked like a puppet of Jonach, just like the police were. Schwarzein felt the makings of spit slowly trickle down his throat in preperation for a wad, but Schwarzein had too much class to do such a thing. He nodded to Garb who's face was only getting redder and redder.
The general began to yell,"What are these orders? Are you insane? You know how the government will react and how our own people will react to the government. It will be a slaughter!"
Schwarzein sat calm, faced completely composed stone hard, and he responded with a kind, sweet, voice,"Otto von Bismarck... you do know who von Bismarck was correct? The phrase he coined, blood and iron, is the key to this clandestine war. Blood and iron my friend."
Heinrich Garb winced and continued his rant,"Sir, with all due respect, we do not have the iron, and we do not have the blood, necessary for such a policy."
Schwarzein laughed at the niave fellow and retorted,"Heinrich, my dear Heinrich. Generals were not meant for politics, and I see now why. A slaughter at Weigar will mobilize the masses to our banners. The dozens of dead tomorrow will be replaced by the thousands of recruits! The Hasselic military division sent to the east will mutiny and come to the west where they will bolster our cadres and we will be ready for a defensive against the swine Jonach controls. Do you see now the necessity of this rally?"
Garb spit on the carpets below and sneered,"The only necessity I see is to revise your plan. It seems I was wrong about you and the Emperor. Perhaps you two decided to switch roles in this civil war."
Schwarzein was about to raise his voice on the annoying man in front of him but the general waved his hand and continued,"No worries sir. I will carry out your orders. I place my trust in your hands and I am sure that you will make the correct decisions in the days to come."
With that the general walked away. Without even saluting! Schwarzein's face was obviously twisted in anger. Such disrespect could not go unpunished. But that was his best general and to punish him now would not be wise - he would have to wait for the right moment. For now he would have to plan the next day out.
Highway M97
Highway M97 was the central artery connection Weigar with Fedala and it was normally crowded with cars going back and forth and stopping at the cities between the way and several villages and such. The highway wasn't wide such as those in California. Indeed, the architecture of the highway was much more 'European' in the way that there were two lanes going each direction and the highway followed the land instead of spending billions on terraforming.
Today though the highways weren't cluttered with civilian traffic. That had ended with the threats of rebellion in Hassel and the population of the Empire was smart enough to stay at home, especially when at the same time the Empire found itself at war with Five Civilized Nations, both of which were already locked in a fierce naval battle concerning a small Macabee task force and enemy submarines trying to pry open the Straits of Tariq. Instead the rumble of heavy traffic could be attributed to a large military convoy, neatly packed in two columns moving down the two highway lanes. To the front were the one hundred and twenty-five tanks of the 11th Independent Tank Brigade, created just weeks ago to deal with the threat in Hassel, commanded by the young and vigorous Generalmajor Anton von Fritsch. The Panzerkampfwaggen XI BredtSverdt were large, although not as large as the older Panzerkampfwaggen X Muwatallis tanks which had by now been replaced with the cheaper BredtSverdt. They majestically paraded down the higway, making the pace for the entire convoy, somewhere around fifty kilometers per hour at that, while the metal skirts designed to add an extra belt of armor against grenade and rocket attacks flapped in a rhytmich style clinging against the composite material of the explosive reactive armor installed around the tank. The tracks grinded across the concrete M97 highway paying no heed to the small miniscule cracks formed from the pure weight of the tanks. Behind said armor followed five hundred SOV-06 infantry fighting vehicles. However, astonishgly, the emblems on the side were not of the Macabee military, instead it boasted the sword of the assault force. Schwarzein was right, they were going to intervene. Once the tanks continued it became obvious that they too belonged to the assault force as the sword and shield of the group was painted on the rear. Finalizing the convoy were twenty KriGud artillery guns, most likely also belonging to the assault force, and an array of military trucks with logistical personnel crammed into the back.
The entire force would be at Weigar midday of the following day and they proved to be quite a force against the peasants which would form this rally. Indeed, with such force it was doubted that Schwarzein would be able to put much resistance up against it - anything would be crushed. Indeed, how could a rogue state with no outside influence crush an entire Macabee armored brigade? Even entire foreign armies found it hard to do such a thing.
But there was one thing that was certain. This belligerent move would force the wheels of war to spin at an even faster rate than Schwarzein hoped for. The storm clouds began to form over the horizon.
March 20, 2005
Weigar, Hassel
After the most disrespective turn down of the peace by Karl Schwarzein events concerning the civil disputes within the Empire seemed to subside as the threat of invasion augmented the level of nationalism, even within Hassel. Indeed, several of the Hasselic divisions had been moved to the coastline or central strategic reserve areas. However, the truth of the matter was completely different and Karl Schwarzein had taken the time to formulate his plan of action. It seemed that the best possibly instance to rebel was during the war with Five Civiled Nations. Indeed, the military would have its sights set on defending the coastline of the Empire while Hassel would be a backwater zone, left for the second echelon troops. With these settings it seemed to Karl Schwarzein that the days of Macabee despotism over Hassel were numbered, and soon enough Hassel would rise to the lime light of the old Empire and it would re-unite all the lands under Hasselic leadership, more specifically, his leadership. The world would be stunned as Jonach I was decapitated and his dynasty destroyed forever, after only a mere ten years of power, and Karl Schwarzein hoisted his family to the golden throne of the Empire in a mighty uproar of glory.
Karl Schwarzein savored the moment, almost dripping saliva onto the papers arrayed on his desk before him. He wiped his mouth with the backside of his right hand and then looked down as the feeling of hopelessness overwhelmed him. He shrugged. Although the future of his rule looked bright the immediate future did not. Indeed, stacks of paperwork concerning the mobilization of the peasants around him stood higher than the artillery guns being built in secret for said army. He chuckled. Once he had thought that the Emperor was a sane man, but when the Black Legion was forged all previous veils on the man's justice were erased and it became obvious that Jonach's reign would be one of terror, at least for Hassel and those who did not approve entirely of his decision making. Oh how the wheel of time worked. It was amazing how things changed so quickly.
On his desk was a small box with a red button, all covered in rare wood from the deepest ravines of the Empire. He lifted his arm, sighing deeply, and pressed the button. According to his wishes an armed guard open the thick wood doors which divided his room from the main hallway and entered, abrubtly closing legs, standing as stiff as a statue and saluting,"Sir, at your service, sir."
Karl Schwarzein let a loose smile escape from his tought composure and he slowly gave his orders,"Tell Generalmajor Heinrich Garbs to begin the general mobilization. Also, tell Generaloberst von Krebbs that it is time for his actions as well. Thank you. Dismissed!"
The soldier gave another salute, committed himself to an about face, and left, closing the large doors behind him which thudded closed seconds later. The month Jonach I had given Karl Schwarzein to plan out the coming operations would be vital to the success of said plans and the actions taken in response to them would outline the success, or failure, of Karl Schwarzein's movements to create a better future for himself and for his people. From under his desk he pulled out a hidden compartment full of maps and untencils intended for writing. He began to plow through the stack of papers inside the area and finally pulled out a fairly large map of the city of Weigar and laid it flat on his desk. It was clean, nothing marked, edges neatly ironed out. He took a pencil from the same compartment and hunched over the parchment to draw a line coming from his current position, the Governer's Palace, all the way to the Police Headquarters. The thick black carbon streaked across the white paper of the map and he laughed, although rather cynically. That same area would most likely be streaked red the next day.
The people of Hassel were forming into a union underneath the laws imposed by Jonach I. The disgruntled of Hassel had all began to trickel to Weigar, the new nervous center of the provence, and began to take abode with the friendly citizens of the city. In fact, official reports estimated a crowd of at least ten thousand souls, perhaps as high as twenty thousand. All of these would conjur underneat the windows of Karl Schwarzein's room and under his leadership would make its march to the Police Headquarters. It would be a 'peaceful protest' but no doubt the Imperial Police, reinforced by Black Legion and the Assault Force, would try to stop it. And the people arrayed for the protest were not ones to be stopped. It would turn violent, Karl Schwarzein was sure of that. However, he had his own plans churning in the bakery for production. The fight tomorrow would not be one sided, and even if it was, it would force the wheels of rebellion to turn even faster. The events that would rupture the Empire would burn in its quick pace.
He hurumphed. He was vexed at what he considered a puppet of the Emperor's power. The Hasselic police force was to be autonomous from that of the other provences. It had even been signed upon by Jonach and the old state government of Hassel during the Civil War. He shrugged. Just another reason to get rid of the Emperor.
He reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out a piece of paper. The Imperial seal was broken for the letter had already been opened. Karl Schwarzein looked over it again and then opened the folded paper and began to read it out loud, Karl I ask of you to come to Fedala and meet with me for a proper and civilized discussion on the problems the state is facing so far. I fear that the only way for the Empire to survive and stay strong is for us to settle our differences by the pen, not the sword. Of course, you may have a proper military attachee to ensure your safe arrival, and moreover, I give my personal word ensuring your safety. This is not meant as a double-dealing scheme, this is meant to promote peace. I hope that you may walk in the path of the light and see clearly that the only way to avoid complete destruction is by compromising. I am willing to sit down and act mature. Now, are you?" It was signed the Emperor. Concise and it proved to be as rude also.
He then peered over his response, scribbled on the same sheet of paper,""What? How dare you. You call me a coward, you call me a child? I fear Spaniard that your time as our leader is over for you shall be usurped. It is only a matter of time. I have demobilized the Hasselic forces merely because I thought that peace was the way to dethrone you, however, I can see that you have no intention of truly compromising ,unlike you claim. What do I fear? I fear war is the only possible alternative."
He laughed. Written two weeks ago it seemed as if peace was at hand. However, a few threats and a few sparks of war elsewhere and the entire process was derailed. Karl shrugged for what was probably his third time in that ten minute time span. War it was.
The door to his room slammed open and Generalmajor Garbs stormed in, big black boots staining the fine Persian rugs which decorated the floors of the room. Heinrich Garbs was a puzzle. He was an official supporter of Jonach however when the killngs of the senators began he had turned on his former master and allied himself to Schwarzein. Indeed, Karl went over his first words, spoken in a time of haste, when Karl was making his escape from Fedala.
Karl had asked,"I thought you were a staunch supporter of the Emperor!"
And Hienrich, loyally retorted,"No sir, I am a staunch supporter of the Empire. And you, frankly, are the Empire"
Those days of a glorious, revolutionary, Heinrich were over. Now he was a staunch militarist, eager to flex his martial prowess and to wage an unconditional war on Fedala. He was dressed in full military order, Imperial white suite decorated by a gold ribbon leading from his left shoulder down to his right abdomen, and behind again. Medals were arrayed in neat rows and columns on his left breast. It was ironic that young Heinrich was garbed in the Macabee military dress, as all Hasselic generals were. It seemed that the short ten years had actually been quite an influence on Hasselic culture, which had once been extremely prideful on its military. Now it looked like a puppet of Jonach, just like the police were. Schwarzein felt the makings of spit slowly trickle down his throat in preperation for a wad, but Schwarzein had too much class to do such a thing. He nodded to Garb who's face was only getting redder and redder.
The general began to yell,"What are these orders? Are you insane? You know how the government will react and how our own people will react to the government. It will be a slaughter!"
Schwarzein sat calm, faced completely composed stone hard, and he responded with a kind, sweet, voice,"Otto von Bismarck... you do know who von Bismarck was correct? The phrase he coined, blood and iron, is the key to this clandestine war. Blood and iron my friend."
Heinrich Garb winced and continued his rant,"Sir, with all due respect, we do not have the iron, and we do not have the blood, necessary for such a policy."
Schwarzein laughed at the niave fellow and retorted,"Heinrich, my dear Heinrich. Generals were not meant for politics, and I see now why. A slaughter at Weigar will mobilize the masses to our banners. The dozens of dead tomorrow will be replaced by the thousands of recruits! The Hasselic military division sent to the east will mutiny and come to the west where they will bolster our cadres and we will be ready for a defensive against the swine Jonach controls. Do you see now the necessity of this rally?"
Garb spit on the carpets below and sneered,"The only necessity I see is to revise your plan. It seems I was wrong about you and the Emperor. Perhaps you two decided to switch roles in this civil war."
Schwarzein was about to raise his voice on the annoying man in front of him but the general waved his hand and continued,"No worries sir. I will carry out your orders. I place my trust in your hands and I am sure that you will make the correct decisions in the days to come."
With that the general walked away. Without even saluting! Schwarzein's face was obviously twisted in anger. Such disrespect could not go unpunished. But that was his best general and to punish him now would not be wise - he would have to wait for the right moment. For now he would have to plan the next day out.
Highway M97
Highway M97 was the central artery connection Weigar with Fedala and it was normally crowded with cars going back and forth and stopping at the cities between the way and several villages and such. The highway wasn't wide such as those in California. Indeed, the architecture of the highway was much more 'European' in the way that there were two lanes going each direction and the highway followed the land instead of spending billions on terraforming.
Today though the highways weren't cluttered with civilian traffic. That had ended with the threats of rebellion in Hassel and the population of the Empire was smart enough to stay at home, especially when at the same time the Empire found itself at war with Five Civilized Nations, both of which were already locked in a fierce naval battle concerning a small Macabee task force and enemy submarines trying to pry open the Straits of Tariq. Instead the rumble of heavy traffic could be attributed to a large military convoy, neatly packed in two columns moving down the two highway lanes. To the front were the one hundred and twenty-five tanks of the 11th Independent Tank Brigade, created just weeks ago to deal with the threat in Hassel, commanded by the young and vigorous Generalmajor Anton von Fritsch. The Panzerkampfwaggen XI BredtSverdt were large, although not as large as the older Panzerkampfwaggen X Muwatallis tanks which had by now been replaced with the cheaper BredtSverdt. They majestically paraded down the higway, making the pace for the entire convoy, somewhere around fifty kilometers per hour at that, while the metal skirts designed to add an extra belt of armor against grenade and rocket attacks flapped in a rhytmich style clinging against the composite material of the explosive reactive armor installed around the tank. The tracks grinded across the concrete M97 highway paying no heed to the small miniscule cracks formed from the pure weight of the tanks. Behind said armor followed five hundred SOV-06 infantry fighting vehicles. However, astonishgly, the emblems on the side were not of the Macabee military, instead it boasted the sword of the assault force. Schwarzein was right, they were going to intervene. Once the tanks continued it became obvious that they too belonged to the assault force as the sword and shield of the group was painted on the rear. Finalizing the convoy were twenty KriGud artillery guns, most likely also belonging to the assault force, and an array of military trucks with logistical personnel crammed into the back.
The entire force would be at Weigar midday of the following day and they proved to be quite a force against the peasants which would form this rally. Indeed, with such force it was doubted that Schwarzein would be able to put much resistance up against it - anything would be crushed. Indeed, how could a rogue state with no outside influence crush an entire Macabee armored brigade? Even entire foreign armies found it hard to do such a thing.
But there was one thing that was certain. This belligerent move would force the wheels of war to spin at an even faster rate than Schwarzein hoped for. The storm clouds began to form over the horizon.