NationStates Jolt Archive

“So in leaving your weapons behind for the Ethiopians to capture, you figured that you would not be helping them?” asked the k.u.k. official sarcastically. “Did you even try to destroy those arms, or anything else they might use to support their war effort?”
"At the time, our only concern was to get away as fast as possible. I'm not a military man, so when I gave the order to leave everything behind and embark as fast as possible on the ships, the weapons were not on my mind. You can interogate the soldiers if you want, but you'll see they are inocent."

OOC: The soldiers really don't know anything.

OOC: I think the river is actually called L'Eyre. I have an image with it, but I can't upload it.:(

Equally highly encypted telegram to General Fukuoka Personal via Japanese Embassy

We accept your offer sir. At this moment there is a mexican merchant based in British New Zealand. His small shipping company usually stays off the higher cluttered shipping lanes. His first ship, the Dama Hermosa, is landing in Yokahama Bay with a shipment of bananas and over-seas mexican coffee beans. I have sent word to him via my agents that he will be recieving your first shipment of machine guns. We thank you for your efforts in that.

We have opened three accounts in belgium, sweden, and Brazil to recieve your funds.

I am also sending a diplomatic ship to your country. On it will be several of Mexico's promising officers. I would like you to let them observe your military operations and logistics. From these experiances and observations we can learn many things. I thank you again for your offer, may it benifit us both.

Emperor Agustin II, Emperor of Mexico

Dito :p

It sounds like a well orginized deal. The Machineguns are ready in the wharehouses in Yokohama docks, ech with more than enough ammo. The money will also be transferred.

As for the officers, we have assigned a few Spanish Speaking officers to your group, as translators etc. It may be advisable that they learn Japanese, or at least understand it.

I also hope it may benefit both of our nations.

General Fukuoka

ooc. You got MSN Thrashia???

November 9th, 1912

Oslo, Norway

Notorious Socialist Syndacist and regional leader of the Norwegian Labour Party, Martin Tranmæl sat patiently in the dark study of a small flat in the center of Oslo. In his hand lay a single white telegram, the telegram that had summoned him to this place.

In truth, Tranmæl had no idea as to why he even was sitting in this chair. After all, the telegram that had been sent to him did not have a name and was very vague. For all he knew, it could be a hired assassin who brought him to this place just so he could kill him. Or even some lackey of Haakon's foolish regime with the intent to arrest him on false charges of 'Treason' or whatever they could conjure from their devlish minds. But it didn't matter now. The telegram had promised change, had promised support, a factor in great need by the fledgling Labour Party.

So whether the telegram was a lie or not, Martin had to take the chance. Putting his feet up on the ottoman in front of his chair, he patiently waited until this unknown figure arrived.

Moments later, the door creaked open, and a small stream of dim light from the street lamps outside leaked through the threashold. A tall figure wearing what appeared to be a typical suit and bowler hat stepped into the room, and shut the door.

"I am sorry that I am late." said the figure as he took a seat opposite that of Martin. "Certain...constraints held me at home for quite a time."

"It is alright, Comrade. I always enjoy waiting for strangers in dark rooms." replied Martin in a rather sarcastic manner.

"No matter. I think it is about time you and I got down to business." said the figure.

"What business would that be?" asked Martin, as he scratched his chin.

"For far too long the proletariat of Norway have been exploited by men of both business and government alike. As concerned as I am of the people's well being, I have been appauled by the capitalist system and have seen the need for change."

Letting out a small chukle, Martin shook his head and layed back in his seat.

"My Lord, you have summoned me to this dark room in the middle of the night just to discuss politics? You are truly disturbed. If you'll excuse me I have more important things to do than waste my ti--."

"Hold on just a moment." the figure said, moving in the path of Martin as he tried to move towards the door. "You may have the ideals firmly rooted in your head, but you don't have much beyond that. How do you think you will liberate the people from this tyranny without money, without contacts. I have both of those things Mr.Tranmæl, the two things you need to prosper and turn this cess pool of capitalism into a utopia of socialism. So I suggest you sit down."

Martin, surprised by the man's sudden seriousness, immedeately fell back into his seat, rather intrigued. After all, the man was right: the Labour Party had little in the way of funds or support. But maybe with this odd character, that would change.

"Alright then, what kind of money and what kind of support are we talking about?" Martin asked.

"As for money, I currently am willing to provide 1.5 Million Kronas towards the armament and growth of the Labour Party. These funds are currenlty deposited in banks around Europe, but would be avalible for use within a week of being asked for."

1.5 Million Kronas!?! This man is really serious about this, thought Martin in astonishment.

"Alright, what kind of support are we talking about?"

"I have various contacts with both the Mensheviks and Bolsheviks in Russia, along with connections to the German Social Democratic Party and other Socialist parties around Europe. These contacts would most definantely be beneficial in the supplment of arms and equipment to the armies of our revolution."

Martin was truly amazed at what he was hearing. This figure, whoever he was, was a godsend. With his support and funds, Martin could assemble an entire Army of supporters. An Army that if properly motivated, could end the capitalist exploitation of Norway forever.

"Well then, Mr.---"

"Mr. Bjørnstjerne" the figure replied.

"Ok Mr. Bjørnstjerne, I think we have a deal. If you provide me with the money and support, I can assure you that my followers will have no problem in overthrowing this regime." said Martin in a cheerful tone.

"Excellent."

Both men stood and shook hands. Minutes later, Mr. Tranmæl was off towards his apartment on the other side of Oslo. Meanwhile, Mr. Bjørnstjerne stepped into a idle motorcar located near the vacant flat.

As the driver started the engine and the vehicle sputtered to life, Bjørnstjerne took a piece of paper and pen from his coat pocket and began to write.


To Wilhelm:

The trap is set. Our friends have taken the bait.


Folding up the piece of paper, he quickly handed it to the driver who put it safely in his pocket.

And thus started a new age for expansion. An Empire would be forged again and the dogs of war would be loosed...

The day after the Mexican landing, early in the morning

A scout cruiser appeared in the waters around Arcachon. A couple of Mexican ships guarding the entrance to the gulf were detached and sent to pursue it. Unseen by anybody, a submarine sneaked through the opening. It raised it's periscope, examining the ships around it, and then departed as quickly as it had arrived.

OOC: Thrashia, what had my submarine seen? More exactly, how many ships do you have and their type. It is my impression you want to unload an entire army. If you want me to believe it, you'll have to bring some evidence, please.


OOC: I currently have one dreadnought there, three armored cruisers, and a few smaller torpedo ships; and right now there are some 70+ transport ships there in the bay, chained togethor after having loaded off troops. There were more, but they were sent back to santander, since I am still using them to bring in more supplies and such.

Also *twitch* since when do French country-side, uneducated locals, uneducated in military affairs, be able to come up with the idea to weaken the bridge supports, or the trees. I'll buy the tree part because as of right now, I have my first brigade already at the gates of Bordeaux, the column you hit was moe troops being sent by General Aqui to support Colonel Fernandez's attack. And...just how much damage do you think a bunch of untrained hunters and townsfolk can do to a proffesional trained army? (My comment on the british in the oocthread invading America comes back to mind here ironicly)

Its about the third day, with no cars, and locals don't have telegraph machines on handy, so word by mouth will not spread fast, not until I take Bordeaux. But anyway, I will include a casualty list in my next post.

OOC: I'm in my last year at uni right now. I'm sorry I didn't have the time to post the last few days, but the situation will continue roughly until Christmas, so you'd better get used to it or decide I don't have enough time to properly control France. It's your call.
Also *twitch* since when do French country-side, uneducated locals, uneducated in military affairs, be able to come up with the idea to weaken the bridge supports, or the trees. I'll buy the tree part because as of right now, I have my first brigade already at the gates of Bordeaux, the column you hit was moe troops being sent by General Aqui to support Colonel Fernandez's attack. And...just how much damage do you think a bunch of untrained hunters and townsfolk can do to a proffesional trained army? (My comment on the british in the oocthread invading America comes back to mind here ironicly)
The ambush hit the first squad that you sent against Bordeaux. Again, I'm sorry you posted that they reached that city, but I had already said:
The full military post regarding the French response to the Mexican landing will probably come later.
The idea to cut down the trees and to weaken the bridge supports is actually quite simple. Notice I'm not having them do some complicated enveloping maneuvres. Also notice that Rene Marchand is in his late 40's and might well be (actually that's how I conceived him) a retired officer (maybe retired because of a debilitating injury suffered in Africa).

The hunters and loggers are not untrained. If you remember, France has a compulsory military service. All of them have served a minimum of two years in the army (the 3 years period was introduced just a few years before WW1) and even more if they served in some specialized unit. Also, the hunters should be particularly good marksmen, although this shouldn't matter in the cramped conditions of the ambush.

Finally, I'll adress your question: "And...just how much damage do you think a bunch of untrained hunters and townsfolk can do to a proffesional trained army?" In those conditions, a lot (ignoring the 'untrained' part, which is obviously not true). It was your choice to send them by night. In these conditions, they can't see anything in the forest, but the path they are on is well lighted by the full moon, so they make a nice target for the hunters in the forest, who are themselves protected by the trees and, anyway, are impossible to see.

Because the column is split into many pockets, the chain of command is effectively broken. If your colonel issues an order, the great majority of the Mexicans will not receive it. It is my belief these men will get butchered.
Its about the third day, with no cars, and locals don't have telegraph machines on handy, so word by mouth will not spread fast, not until I take Bordeaux. But anyway, I will include a casualty list in my next post.
Arcachon is and was a popular summer resort. As such, I'm 99% sure it had a telegraph line. If you can find a source disprooving me, I'll accept it, but othrwise I'm convinced - I have to repeat myself - that Arcachon had a telegraph. Therefore, the news spread with the speed of light (if we ignore the wires' resistance :)).

The ambush hit the first squad that you sent against Bordeaux. Again, I'm sorry you posted that they reached that city.

I posted my troops reaching it, but I have made no advancing or assaults on the city as of yet, just scouting around is more the like.


The idea to cut down the trees and to weaken the bridge supports is actually quite simple. Notice I'm not having them do some complicated enveloping maneuvres. Also notice that Rene Marchand is in his late 40's and might well be (actually that's how I conceived him) a retired officer (maybe retired because of a debilitating injury suffered in Africa).

The hunters and loggers are not untrained. If you remember, France has a compulsory military service. All of them have served a minimum of two years in the army (the 3 years period was introduced just a few years before WW1) and even more if they served in some specialized unit. Also, the hunters should be particularly good marksmen, although this shouldn't matter in the cramped conditions of the ambush.

Ok, I'll accept that.


Finally, I'll adress your question: "And...just how much damage do you think a bunch of untrained hunters and townsfolk can do to a proffesional trained army?" In those conditions, a lot (ignoring the 'untrained' part, which is obviously not true). It was your choice to send them by night. In these conditions, they can't see anything in the forest, but the path they are on is well lighted by the full moon, so they make a nice target for the hunters in the forest, who are themselves protected by the trees and, anyway, are impossible to see.

Its the First Day, or rather the night of the first day of my invasion. Do not pressume to think that word can spread that fast or no.



Because the column is split into many pockets, the chain of command is effectively broken. If your colonel issues an order, the great majority of the Mexicans will not receive it. It is my belief these men will get butchered.

Arcachon is and was a popular summer resort. As such, I'm 99% sure it had a telegraph line. If you can find a source disprooving me, I'll accept it, but othrwise I'm convinced - I have to repeat myself - that Arcachon had a telegraph. Therefore, the news spread with the speed of light (if we ignore the wires' resistance :)).

The first column has already reached Bordeaux! any men you hit would be those coming up behind the first. Its still only the second day for Christs sake! Also, one of the first things upon entering Arcachon that I did was take over all governmental buildings, including the telegraph office. however the most you would be able to get off quickly would be a message to paris. Not to the locals of the country side.

I find several flaws in your reasoning.

OOC: Thrashia, I was busy and I didn't have the time to reply to your post in which colonel Fernandez was ordered to head for Bordeaux (post no. 973) before you posted again that the colonel reached the outskirts of Bordeaux (post no. 992). That's why the ambush is targeting colonel Fernandez's troops.

I've said it before. I won't be able to post every day. If you feel I'm not posting often enough, that I'm slowing you down, remove me from the control of France. I'll just make a symbolic post that France accepts everybody's demands and that's that. I'll leave the country free for another player and stop annoying you when you try to aquire some French teritories.

Finally, I'll adress your question: "And...just how much damage do you think a bunch of untrained hunters and townsfolk can do to a proffesional trained army?" In those conditions, a lot (ignoring the 'untrained' part, which is obviously not true). It was your choice to send them by night. In these conditions, they can't see anything in the forest, but the path they are on is well lighted by the full moon, so they make a nice target for the hunters in the forest, who are themselves protected by the trees and, anyway, are impossible to see.
Its the First Day, or rather the night of the first day of my invasion. Do not pressume to think that word can spread that fast or no.
I don't understand exactly what you meant with your comment. It's not connected with what you quoted me saying, but I'm going to answer anyway. The five hundread people were gathered by the men sent by Rene Marchand the morning the invasion took place.
He (Rene Marchand) continued giving orders to his small party, sending the men in different directions. Some of them were sent to a few nearby logging camps, some to alert the rangers and some to get the hunters and poachers from the surrounding villages. Finally, Marcel was told to ride back to Arcachon and keep the Mexicans under surveillance.
You don't have to cover such a great distance to get only 500 men. In fact, the town of Prefecture might have had more than 500 men, but I didn't want to seem greedy. Maybe I should have, seeing your reaction.
Also, one of the first things upon entering Arcachon that I did was take over all governmental buildings, including the telegraph office. however the most you would be able to get off quickly would be a message to paris. Not to the locals of the country side.
Since the locals don't have a telegraph, I have to agree with you.:p I have shown from the first post the way the locals have been alerted (see above).

My preliminary, basic military measures will be to

- move the Channel Fleet to an unspecified location
Guess which was that location? ;)

IC: The fleet commander rubbed his hands. The submarine captain had given him great news regarding the size of the Mexican navy.

"Head for Arcachon. We'll crush the invaders."

OOC: You can see in the OOC thread the minimum size of my fleet. The French fleet could arrive just one day after the Mexican landing if it were located in Brest or two days if was somewhere in the channel. I'm being generous (oh, how generous I am :) - that's an irony, people; so don't kill me) and I'll presume the latter is true.

EDIT: I just wanted to make things clear. The fleet started for Arcachon the morning the invasion took place, sending ahead a few ships to asses the size of the Mexican fleet, ships such as the scout cruiser or the submarine I mentioned in one of my posts. After spying the enemy, they rejoined the main fleet, moving - understandebly - at a slower speed, and reported their findings. So the time necessary to reach Arcachon is calculated from the morning of the attack. Also, we were already in a war (declared by Italy), so the sailors were definitely not away getting drunk or whatever you might think they could be doing, but were aboard their ships.

One last thing: my fleet still has some ships detached on reconnaisance duty (if that's the correct expression).

OOC: I'll start shouting for the Spanish Armada, hold on a sec.

OOC: I'll start shouting for the Spanish Armada, hold on a sec.
1) You can only shout after you see the French fleet attacking you, if you have radio. If you don't (and I believe that's the case), you'll have to tell the Spanish with the ships surviving the battle. Even if you have radio, the Spanish are too far away to get to Arcachon before the battle is over. They can't influence its outcome.

2) The mighty Spanish armada which has built 10 Dreadnoughts in only two years? :rolleyes: Do you have an idea how much more poor Spain was compared with France, which in real life managed to build only eight Dreadnoughts?

OOC: I was joking, since The spanish armada was destroyed long before this.;)

OOC: It's getting late, so I won't be online for much longer.

IC: Away from the coast and from the prying eyes of the Mexicans, the French fleet arranged itself in a wide arch centered on the entrance to the Bassin D'Arcachon. After that, the ships began to advance towards the coast, closing the distance separating them from the enemy. Finally, the first Mexican ships guarding the entrance to the Gulf were within firing range, and the battle began.

OOC: I was joking, since The spanish armada was destroyed long before this.;)
I know. 1584, IIRC? :p

I thought that was your name for the Spanish fleet. Sorry.

1588, and the spanish word for navy is armada, if you didn't know

Can we use the OOC thread for OOC comments, for God's sake? :mad:

November 11, 1912

Slottsbacken -- Stockholm, Sweden

King Wilhelm I sat confortably in his his silk embroidered seat, sipping on his morning tea as he gazed intently at the daily newspaper lying idly upon the small table in front of him.

It had been a nice morning, with a crystal clear blue sky and a warmer than usual 3 degrees Celsius, so nice that Wilhelm ordered his attendents to place his small breakfast table outside on one of the many balconies of the Slottsbacken just so he could enjoy it. And enjoy it he did, devoting most of his time take in the slight breeze or cast his eyes down towards the Gamla Stan where couples, new and old, filled the streets with happiness.

Indeed, Wilhelm was so distracted that he failed to hear his younger brother, Price Erik of Västmanland, enter the balcony and take a seat in the chair opposite that of his older brother.

"I thought Kings never wasted their time day-dreaming." said Erik as he poured himself a cup of tea into one of the empty china cups nearest him.

At once, the King snapped out of his trance and looked back towards his brother in slight surprise.

"Ah, Erik, how good it is to see you. Isn't it a wonderful day." replied Wilhelm in a cheerful tone.

"Indeed it is far better than Uppsala." Erik gruffly replied. "By the way, an attendant of your asked me to deliver this to you."

Pulling a small, folded sheet of paper from the pocket of his nicely groomed uniform, Erik placed it on the table where it was quickly snatched up by Wilhelm. At once, he smirked in delight and placed it back on the table where Erik, as usual, glanced at the text:


To Wilhelm:

The trap is set. Our friends have taken the bait.


"I have feeling that these traps you speak of are not for animals." said Eirk.

"And you would be correct, for these traps are for bigger game." responded Wilhelm, still smirking as he sipped down more of his tea.

"Bigger Game?" Erik replied, perplexed.

"This telegram was from a friend of mine named Olaf Bergerslander, the former ambassador to Norway." begun Wilhelm. "Over the past several days he has been in Oslo meeting with various representatives of the Norwegian Labour Party."

"Labour Party? I never knew my brother enjoyed socializing with Socialists." said Erik in surprise

"As of the moment, they are my tool. My tool that will give Sweden a...revitalization so to speak." voiced Wilhelm.

"Let me guess, you have conjured another plan of glory and ambition in your minds, brother. Must we go down that road again?" Erik sarcastically remarked, as he poured himself another cup of tea.

"Am I that predictable?" Wilhelm asked with a smile.

"Just call it a brother's intuition." said Erik. "But no matter, you must tell me of this plan of yours. I am now quite curious."

"Well Erik, it is quite simple. I have dispatched Mr. Bergerslander to Oslo for the sole purpose of gaining the trust of the Labour Party. As you may know, many parts of the Labour Party are made up of violent, far-left socialists, much like the ones you would see in Russia. These factions, along with many other smaller factions not involved in the Norwegian Government have been crying for a Marxsist revolution for years but have never had the money, or support to actually overthrow the government. But now, I have given them hope. Through Mr. Bergerslander, I have guarenteed the Labour Party, weapons, mostly in the form of our old M/94's, a sum of 1.5 Million Kronas and the supposed support of both factions of the Russian People's Democratic Socialist Party. All they have to do in return is start the revolution and kill Haakon VII. Obviously, the Socialists will feel strong with their newfound weapons and start their uprisings across the map, leading to a decay of order across Norway. Being the good neighbors we are, Sweden will pledge her support to put down this Marxsist menace and I will immedeatley give the order for several Divisions of the Army to march into Norway and 'secure' vital Industrial centres. Once these forces are in place, I will declare "for the safety of the Norwegian Peoples" the Union between Norway and Sweden once again valid. Since their government is in shambles, the people in distress and Swedish soldiers in their cities, the Norwegians will have no choice but to submit."

"My, My brother. Quite a plan. But I have one question: What if Haankon survives the ordeal? He's not just going to give up his country." Erik asked, sitll intrigued.

"Don't worry, my brother. Haankon will be taken care of, whether it be through the bullet of a Swedish or Socialist gun. And to replace him, you will attain his former throne." replied Wilhelm with glee.

"Me!?!" Erik asked, almost spilling his tea. "How am I going to rule Norway?"

"Simple, my brother. As I will be the true Head of State in this union, you will only be a figurehead, a placeholder for the Bernadotte family in Norway. I will make the policy changes and you will back them up. If things become dangerous, I will ensure your safety is maintianed." said Wilhelm.

"At least you could have asked me about it in the first place." Erik glumly replied.

"Why ask when I know you will accept. Trust me brother, this will be the greatest oppurtunity of your life. You and I will finally make Scandinavia great again."

"I hope your right." said Erik. "I really hope your right."

IC:
At an undisclosed location in the Mediterranean Sea

"Sir, we just received a message"
SMS Aspern - Position 43°13´ N 6°07´ E French 1st Fleet in sortie out of Toulon. Decks loaded with troops and equipment. Bearing SE by E. List of ships identified follows...


"Alert the fleet, move to that position. We can choose the place and moment of attack on the French with this intelligence!" the Admiral exclaimed.

"As long as that Austrian cruiser keeps broadcasting their position," replied the Vice-Admiral

OOC: Voxio, please check the OOC thread.

ooc. Harikima Tojo is a gifted young General, Commander of the Japanese Forces in Korea and Manchuria (sometimes called "the Mainland"). He was a member of the Council of Regents. He studied Economics in England, before attending the Military Academy. He's one of the milder people in the Japanese Military. He believes in Japan, and would give everything for Japan, but he has serious doubts about Fukuoka's plans.

IC.

Before I begin with writing about the believes I have, and the course of action Japan in my opinion must take I will introduce myself. I'm Harikima Tojo, General of the Imperial Japanese Army and former member of the infamous Council of Regents. I was born on January the 7th, 1882. I grew up in Yokohama, studied in England and attended the Military Academy of Kyoto. I was given command of the 5th Army stationed in Korea, untill the old commander died in 1908. Despite my young age Emperor Mutsuhito gave me command of all the armies in Korea and Liaoning, or the Mainland.

First of all I'll give my few main prinicples and points, which I will elaborate in coming chapters.

1. Japan goes before all else. Yes, even before my own life.
2. It is better to suffer a diplomatic defeat than risk a war which may be won, but which certainly cost a lot of lives on all parties. (ooc.!!!)
3. An Empire must solely be established to support the economy of Japan. An enormous Empire will cost too much, with only little profit. In that case it is advisable to reduce the size of the Empire. A healthy economy comes before all else.
4. To increase the moral of labourers, elaborate social security must be established. If someone becomes unemployed, give him a monthly fee so he or she can survive. If someone gets maimed by accident, take care of him. This will also prevent Radical Socialists to get support from the proletariat.

ooc. 'Have to quit for now. More will surely come!

In response to Japan's invasion of China, the Dual Monarchy has declared war of Japan (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showpost.php?p=9840839&postcount=34).

Laugh all you want, but this effectively means that any Japanese trade with Europe must now go around Cape Horn or the Cape of Good Hope. Given the number of patrollable choke points through the Red Sea and Eastern Mediterranean, Japan can rest assured that no shipping can reach Europe by any other (sea) route.

Latiatis, please check the Second Sino-Japanese War RP thread (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?p=9843464#post9843464).

Washington, D.C.The French Ambassador addressed the President of the United States with urgency in his voice. “My country is being invaded right this minute! We need your aid as soon as possible.”

Teddy Roosevelt nodded. “An expeditionary force is being assembled as we speak. And we are also assembling a squadron of warships to join your fleet.” Unfortunately, until we are assured of British neutrality, we can’t do a thing. Or at least not anything that could really help France. He did not, however, say that to the Frenchman sitting on the sofa across from him.

Everything had been moving beautifully, at least until the day before yesterday. Then the British Ambassador had delivered His Majesty’s “note” to his government. Not exactly an ultimatum, but it had sent shock waves through Washington, nonetheless. What is wrong with the damned British? he wondered. These people are supposed to be our allies!

Then there was the violence against foreigners. Well, no, not just foreigners. American citizens who had been born overseas. Italians and Mexicans had gotten the worst of it – especially the Mexicans. But now violence threatened to engulf the German, Hungarian, and Greek communities – Greece hadn’t done anything, but that recent mess in the Balkans had drawn the Austrians and Greeks close together, and in the eyes of some of the more rabid, anti-immigrant journalists, that was enough.

The violence had cooled the ardor of some elements within his own party, and had split the Democrats in two. Well, at least this d_mn_d cloud has one silver lining. Governor Wilson must be ready to tear his hair out right about now. But this British thing proved the old saw that bad news traveled fast. As long as the war was distant – down in Texas and the Old Southwest, the Northern states had been just as eager to go to war as the Southern ones. But if Britain crossed swords with the United States, that would bring war to the Northern States, and relations with Canada had been good for so long that a great deal of trade had sprung up along the border, and war would destroy that trade. He’d already been met by a gaggle of Congressmen and Senators from those same Northern states that morning, led by the delegations from Michigan and New York. Damn them! He could not afford an open rift within his own party. No, not at all.

And so now his Secretary of War was talking about scrapping the European expedition and rushing those troops to New England and the Great Lakes. He might even have to pull units back from the Far East to defend the Pacific Northwest. But there was one thing he could do for France, and he was going to do it, come H_ll or high water.

“In the meantime, Mr. Ambassador, I recommend that you let us help you secure some of your colonies. We can occupy all those colonies demanded by the Mexicans. They don’t seem to be moving to take them, what with everyone they can spare busy in Europe. But it’s only a matter of time before they do, especially if they get beaten in Southwest France. Or even if they do get beaten. Either way, we can land Marines on Martinique, Guadaloupe – all of your Carribean territories, and maybe even secure Guiana in time. Or get Brazil to do that for us, he thought, although you French probably aren’t going to want to hear that. Especially in light of our acquisition of all your former South Pacific properties.

“Mexico doesn’t want to declare war on us, so the minute we’re there they’ll call off any landings that they’ve planned,” Roosevelt finished.

“You’re not going to declare war?” asked the French Ambassador with alarm.

“Not quite yet,” said the American President. “There’s no point in doing it until the last minute. ‘Never tip off your punches’, I’ve always said.” And besides, I need the time to sort things out with the British – not to mention my own party! “But when the time comes, we’ll do the right thing,” he finished with a smile.OOC: I’m not abusing my position to change America’s stance. I’m just trying to finesse the situation. I may well end up fighting on both sides of this war. Oh, joy.

BTW, thanks to New Helgast’s actions, the outcome of the 1912 election is now in doubt. Roosevelt is now the favourite to win a fourth term, but that could still change.

“Spanish” colony of Morocco

Spanish forces where moving silently under the cover of night for a town in witch many Moroccan rebels where based.

“Sir the forces are lighter then expected only a hundred or so in the town.”
“Send in three hundred solders to make sure we get them.”
“Yes sir.”

With that three hundred Spanish solders attacked. Fighting broke out as the out numbered and unsuspecting Moroccans tried desperately to fight the Spanish off. Bit by bit the Moroccans pulled back…20 minutes later the Moroccans surrendered, or where killed fighting hand to hand with the Spanish.

“I wish to interrogate all of them”
“Of course sir”

One by one they where interrogated, then the Spanish Officer ran into a French man. After interrogating the man he got his name and rank, a Captain Marcel Dumas.

To: all members of Grand alliance except France
From the Kingdom of Spain

A few days ago Spanish solders discovered a French officer aiding the Moroccan rebels, As I Alfonso XIII see it this is in violation of Article V of the Treaty of Vienna. We now call upon the Grand alliance to declare war on France.

OOC: Nebarri, that guy was French, and he was also an officer, but he was not a French officer. Morocco simply had its troops comanded by Frenchmen, but those Frenchmen were working for Morocco, not for France.

OOC: so change a little, its still a French Officer, so the French are still messing things up for Spain.

After interrogating the man he got his name and rank, a Captain Marcel Dumas. as well as the fact that France was behind the resistance.
Perhaps you didn't understand. Morocco hired Frencmen as officers of their army. After you occupied Morocco, some of them organized a resistance, as shown in my old post. That guy can't confess that France was 'behind the resistance', because it's not true.

OOC: I’m not abusing my position to change America’s stance. I’m just trying to finesse the situation. I may well end up fighting on both sides of this war. Oh, joy.
OOC: You're certainly changing it. Anyway, I see you now control Austria-Hungary, Italy, the U.S. of A. and Mexico. Neat!:D

IC: The French ambassador spoke:

"I thought we were allies, Your Excellency. I see your proposal leaves you in effective control of the colonies, while we would remain only nominally in charge. You'll have to offer us guarranties we could regain our colonies after this conflict is over; otherwise we won't agree to your occupation of our Carribean colonies. Alternativelly, I'm also authorized to offer the US all the French colonies in America for sale. This solution would surely remove all the reasons for a dispute between France and Mexico."

OOC: Please post IC posts in the IC thread, and OOC posts in the OOC thread.

SIC

Budapest, HungaryTo: Erich von Ludendorrf, Großdeutches OKH
From: Franz Conrad von Hötzendorf, k.u.k. OKH

Attached is the promised after-action report on your SS Cavalry
divisions. Before I continue with a summary of our observations, I
would like once more to extend my personal thanks to you and your
Führer for furnishing us with these units, and we look forward
to working with them in the future.

We found the Schutzstaffel Cavalry to be the epitome of
professionalism. Although they were never employed in direct action
against an enemy, they did perform with outstanding success in their
principle mission – searching for and finding the heir to the
Bulgarian throne. Given the open-ended nature of this task, I can not
help but be impressed with their success in the endeavor.

Our only complaint is that there were far too few of them. If
possible, we recommend their expansion to squadron or even regimental
size. Beyond that – and this is only a minor observation – some of
the officers associated with our effort (and especially allies like
the Greeks and Loyal Bulgarians, who were not involved in our initial
planning and thus did not have time to get accustomed to the
nomenclature) got confused by the designation of these units as
divisions when they are, in fact, equivalent in size to a
cavalry troop (and dismounted, to an infantry platoon). May we
recommend at the very least doubling their numbers and deploying them
as pairs of troops? This at least would match the alternate use of
the term “division” as a demi-battalion of two or three companies.

As you can see, though, these are trivial criticisms, especially when
weighed against their sterling campaign performance. They – and you –
deserve our sincere congratulations.

From: Erich Ludendorff, Grossdeutsches OKH
To: Franz Conrad von Hötzendorf, Kaiserlich und Königlich OKH

The Oberkommando der Heer and der Führer are most pleased that you found the Waffen-Shutzstaffel units to meet your expectations, and ours. Rest assured that they will continue to work peace in Europe, as members of the waffen-shutzstaffeln.
As for the designation as divisions rather than troops, this is merely temporary. Now that we have seen that they meet our expectations and requirements, the size of the units will be dramatically increased to regiments. The epithet will remain though, in accordance to der Führer's order.

Der Führer's room:
Erich Ludendorff entered, after knocking politely, raised his arm in a fashion similar to the old Romans. Der Führer was accompanied by a few other members of the Oberkommando, who studdied a map over western Europe with arched brows, but when Ludendorff entered he turned to face him. Ludendorff recognized several of the men in the room; Paul Erich von Lettow-Vorbeck, Paul von Hindenburg, von Falkenhayn, Scharnhorst, von Tirpiz and der Führer's brother Lothar von Richthofen.
''Mein Führer, word just came from the Kaiserlich und Königlich monarchy of Österreich-Ungarn. They were more than satisfied by the performance of our Waffen-SS.''
''Gott! Herr commanders, did you hear the good news? I told you that our new divisions would meet my standards. Ludendorff, meine freunde, you must immediately increase the size of the four divisions to regimental size. Make sure though, that the new junkers are just as well trained as the current troops.''

December 1st, 1912

Drammen, Norway

Within a large barn, located on an abandoned farmstead, a group of Socialists, numbering around one hundred, began to gather and mingle. They had been summoned here by their leader, Martin Tranmæl, for an important message, a message that had not been disclosed. So to satisfy their curiosity, these few came, all eager to know what their leader had to tell them. Was it a new development within the party? Had another fellow Socialist party joined the cause and merged with the Labour Party? All these questions and many more swirled around in the minds of each man as he entered.

Crowding around in the center of the hay filled building, each man took a look around him. The building itself was rather old, with the white paint that once covered the superstructure now chipped and cracked from years of abuse by the harsh Norwegian weather. The two windows that flanked either side of the barn were shattered and twisted, allowing a cold draft from outside flow through the room. But what really interested them was the stacks and stacks of boxes, approximately a meter long and a forurth of a meter wide and made out of what appeared to be newly fashion wood of somesort. It was obvious that these boxes had just been deposited in this location from the lack of hay or dust that had not accumulated on them and the shiny brass nails that held the boxes together.

But before anyone could take a closer look at these boxes, Martin Tranmæl, along with two other men, armed with rifles, stepped out of the shadows and onto a raised wooden area in front of the mass of followers. At once, the attention of the room was directed towards Martin and with a raise of his hand, a tranquil silence fell over the barn.

"Good evening, Comrades." begun Martin. "I have assembled you all to this place for one very important reason. For the past years, our party has worked hard, deperately trying to improve the status and power of the common man and defeat the corrupt, twisted influences of Industry and the Monarchist regime that rules this country with an iron fist. So far, we have tried to make change by playing their little game, by working through their little puppet government and despite our call for reform, the system has not changed so. So now it is time that we take the initiative, that we play our own game. No longer will we be forced to work under the jack-boot of tyranny, no longer shall we be subserviant to that pig Haankon VII who thinks he rules by the right of God. Now my friends, it is time to begin our revolution, to begin the fight for the proletariat and overthrow that shackles of capitalism. My firends, tonight is the night in which a new Norway is born!"

A large cheer rose from that entire group, now filled with vengance and frevor. Suddenly, Martin glanced back at the men flanking him and snapped his fingers twice. At once, the men removed crowbars from their coats and began to pry off the tops of each box, exposing the contents to everyone.

Reaching down into one of the boxes, Martin pulled out one of the many M/94 rifles held within and held it high above the crowd.

"With these new weapons, we shall prevail! I ask all of you now, to grab a crate and take to your home. Distribute it among your fellow comrades loyal to the cause. Then, with the force of an entire nation, we shall rise up and in one violent torrent of death and destruction, depose this deranged regime and make the Utopia we have longed for! Now my countrymen, do your bidding!"

Like wild animals, the followers in the room each grabbed a box and stormed out of the barn. In a matter of days, many more M/94's flooded the countryside as man and women alike, loyal to the cause, stashed them away and waited for the call to duty.

A call that would change the future of Scandinavia forever.

OOC: A part of Post #981 (http://forums2.jolt.co.uk/showpost.php?p=9813512&postcount=981) and all of Post #995 (http://forums2.jolt.co.uk/showpost.php?p=9813512&postcount=995) have been grayed out (struck) and will be replaced with new posts that will take their exact places in the RP thread. This is to accomodate Boghimia's assertion that the 16-year old Lij Iyasu, heir presumptive to the Ethiopian throne (and - by implication - his father Ras Mikael) were the men behind Ethiopia's unprovoked invasion of Italy's East African colonies.

My new posts will take this into account.

For details on the juvenile delinquent who is France's best hope to visit East African vengeance on Italy, see the OOC thread.

Two Weeks After Ethiopia’s Invasion of Eritrea and Italian SomalilandCheik-Saïd, the Red SeaAs the protected crusier SMS Kaiserin Elisabeth lay anchored offshore, a small shore party made its way across the sheltered inlet toward the arid peninsula before them. Aboard the four longboats were 50 rifle-armed sailors and 4 junior officers.

For almost thirty years, France had occupied this small spit of land at the southwestern tip of the Arabian peninsula. It had never been formally claimed by the Third Republic, however – it had simply been administered by the French Governor of the Somali Coast Colony. Since that colony was now Ethiopian territory, a lawyer could possibly argue that it was now Ethiopian soil, although it had been Osmanli territory prior to the French occupation.

No matter. Absent any formal claim, the one thing it clearly wasn’t was part of the French Empire. And given its position, it would do nicely as a base for patrol boats charged with the task of keeping Japanese – or French – shipping out of the Red Sea.

There was no French garrison on Cheik-Saïd. Not that it would have mattered if there had been: the protected cruiser’s Linienschiffskapitän had a letter from the Sharif of Mecca and another from the Osmanli consul in Jiddah proclaiming the territory to belong to the Porte and ordering France to remove its presence from the peninsula. If France maintained that the territory belonged to Ethiopia, then it would be occupied as such. France could only theoretically keep the peninsula by claiming it to be French territory, and the Linienschiffskapitän was instructed to reject that claim as illegal, accuse the French of aggression against the Porte, and send news back to Vienna so that this could be taken up by the Guarantors of the Treaty of Vienna as a de jure violation of the protocol.

And then he was to order the surrender of whatever tiny garrison was there, after which – if it foolishly refused – he was to bombard it into submission with the cruiser's mixed 8” and 6” guns. That would probably take about an hour, and the territory would then belong to the Sharif of Mecca. Period.

Surprisingly, there were a few French inhabitants on the island. They were rounded up, informed that they were trespassing on the territory of the Sharifate of Mecca, a part of the Oslmani Empire, and that they were to leave within two weeks. A k.u.k.-chartered merchant vessel would be provided for this purpose, one that would take them to Haifa, where the rest of the French internees were being held. That same vessel, of course, would bring in naval engineers and support personnel, who would begin constructing a naval base for the Dual Monarchy on the peninsula.

All with the permission of the Porte, of course.

ooc. Harikima Tojo is a gifted young General, Commander of the Japanese Forces in Korea and Manchuria (sometimes called "the Mainland"). He was a member of the Council of Regents. He studied Economics in England, before attending the Military Academy. He's one of the milder people in the Japanese Military. He believes in Japan, and would give everything for Japan, but he has serious doubts about Fukuoka's plans.

IC.

Before I begin with writing about the believes I have, and the course of action Japan in my opinion must take I will introduce myself. I'm Harikima Tojo, General of the Imperial Japanese Army and former member of the infamous Council of Regents. I was born on January the 7th, 1882. I grew up in Yokohama, studied in England and attended the Military Academy of Kyoto. I was given command of the 5th Army stationed in Korea, untill the old commander died in 1908. Despite my young age Emperor Mutsuhito gave me command of all the armies in Korea and Liaoning, or the Mainland.

First of all I'll give my few main prinicples and points, which I will elaborate in coming chapters.

1. Japan goes before all else. Yes, even before my own life.
2. It is better to suffer a diplomatic defeat than risk a war which may be won, but which certainly cost a lot of lives on all parties. (ooc.!!!)
3. An Empire must solely be established to support the economy of Japan. An enormous Empire will cost too much, with only little profit. In that case it is advisable to reduce the size of the Empire. A healthy economy comes before all else.
4. To increase the moral of labourers, elaborate social security must be established. If someone becomes unemployed, give him a monthly fee so he or she can survive. If someone gets maimed by accident, take care of him. This will also prevent Radical Socialists to get support from the proletariat.

ooc. 'Have to quit for now. More will surely come!

I believe firmly in Japan. If it wasn't for Japan, the entire world would be dominated by the Imperialist Europeans and Americans. We represent the mighty continent of Asia. Only a few Asians themselves think otherwise, mainly the Chinese Emperor Ghaozu (SP?). They see themselves as the rulers of Asia, while they're just puppets of Asutria-Hungary and Germany.

As to the extent of effective ruling an empire Japan must berealistic. We can't occupy all of China, just think of it's enormous size! Machuria, Beijing and area, Shanghai, Shangdong, Hainan and Inner Mongolia must come under direct Japanese control. The rest can form a Republic, under control of Japanese officials. This will provide an excellent economical base for Japan, together with Siam and Indochina. If we secure our supply of oil from the Dutch East Indies we're finished with our expansio. Our economical needs satisfied, China under control. What more do we want?

ooc. Short post, more will come. I think Tojo may become the heir of Fukuoka.

Washington, D.C."I thought we were allies, Your Excellency. I see your proposal leaves you in effective control of the colonies, while we would remain only nominally in charge. You'll have to offer us guarranties we could regain our colonies after this conflict is over; otherwise we won't agree to your occupation of our Carribean colonies. Alternativelly, I'm also authorized to offer the US all the French colonies in America for sale. This solution would surely remove all the reasons for a dispute between France and Mexico."”We are allies!” exclaimed President Roosevelt, “Believe me, we have no intention of abandoning you. None! And to think we wouldn’t return your colonies...” he said in a huff.

But then Teddy Roosevelt lowered his gaze. “Tell you what, though. It might actually make things easier for everyone if we did buy the whole lot of them. I can’t blame you for being suspicious – right now everybody and his uncle is grabbing every piece of your Empire they can lay their hands on – so maybe the one way for us to secure these territories from Mexico without you worrying about the future would be for us to simply make them ours. I mean, neither one of us wants to see that d_mn_d Agustín pick them up!”

The President looked at the ceiling as if weighing the possibilities. “I’ll tell you what. Normally I’d offer you $7,500,000 for the kit and caboodle, but given the pickle your in, we’ll make in $10,000,000. Is that fair? That gives you some extra cash right now, and takes a load off your hands. Takes a load off our minds, too.”

“Now, about our war plans...” he began, rubbing his hands together with obvious relish.Charleston Naval Yard, South Carolina“C’mon, get a move on!” yelled the Chief Petty Officer. “Get that gear stowed and make room for our cargo!”

He looked down at the men forming up in ruler-straight lines down on the dock and growled, “We’ve got us a job to do! Got to get these jarheads south for some fun in the sun on their tropical vacation!”

$10,000,000
OOC: Did you say some time ago there's a site where one can see the real value of the $ in different periods? How much is 10 million in modern dollars? I'm asking because New Helghast offered to buy the tiny Danish colony for 5 million $.

OOC: Did you say some time ago there's a site where one can see the real value of the $ in different periods? How much is 10 million in modern dollars? I'm asking because New Helghast offered to buy the tiny Danish colony for 5 million $.OOC: And that would be way too much (for that Danish colony). Check the Second-Sino Japanese War threads. The link is there.

$2,900,000,000 in 2003 currency, calculated as a share of relative GDP.

The President looked at the ceiling as if weighing the possibilities. “I’ll tell you what. Normally I’d offer you $7,500,000 for the kit and caboodle, but given the pickle your in, we’ll make in $10,000,000. Is that fair? That gives you some extra cash right now, and takes a load off your hands. Takes a load off our minds, too.”
OOC: If it's 3 billion dollars...

IC: "Very well, Mr. President", answered the French ambassador. "I'm not authorized to finish a deal by myself, so I'll have to send your proposal to Paris, but I'm sure it will be accepted."

OOC: For our timeline, we can accept this discussion took place on the afternoon (for the US) of the second day after the Mexican landing. In Europe it's night, so the confirmation will be sent in the morning of the third day after the landing.

The White House, Washington, D.C.It was late at night, and the 26th President of the United States, Theodore Roosevelt, sat alone in the Oval Office. He was awake because he had a decision to make, and while he had wanted to sleep on that decision, he could not sleep.

His resolve to see Agustín II overthrown was unshakeable. His resolve to come to the aid of France, to save the French Republic from defeat and the French people from the slavery of monarchy was absolute. But he also knew what his French counterparts refused to believe – that Great Britain was just as resolute about seeing France defeated, whether it was done by proxy or they had to do it by themselves. And that was a problem.

President Roosevelt had no wish to go to war with Britain. But there was a possibility – a very real possibility – that exactly that was going to happen. This was a confrontation, and regardless of whether Uncle Sam blinked or John Bull did, there were going to be consequences. Half a century of good relations since the Trent affair were about to go straight down the drain, and there was d_mn_d little he could do about it.

For a while, T.R. had hoped that France could win the war on her own. Mexico had gone way out on a limb invading France without Spanish support, and Spain was showing a complete lack of spinal fortitude in not following through with its own declaration of war on France in support of its Spanish and Mexican allies. But the President was relatively sure that – regardless of whatever pieces of paper they had signed – neither Germany nor their Austrian allies were going to sit this out. They were waiting for some legalism they could grab that would justify their actions. D_mn_d hypocrites!. This thing with the capture of a French officer in Morocco showed Roosevelt that the so-called “Grand” Alliance was grasping at straws. He frowned at the thought of that infernal diplomatic cartel; like most monopolies, he believed that it badly needed to be broken up.

The problem was that there really wasn’t a lot that America could do for the French – not just now. Sure, the country had great wealth, tremendous industry, and a vast reserve of manpower – but that didn’t translate into military strength right now. There was a good chance that America would join this war and find itself fighting half of Europe by itself in six months.

Yet if America did nothing except wring its hand and express its regrets, what would that do to the nation’s power? Europe would not take the U.S. seriously if it didn’t show that it meant business, and that b_st_rd down in Mexico City would be emboldened to expand southward against America’s allies and interests in Central America. Worse, he’d have European help in doing it. If we buckle under now, the President thought, there will be no possibility of ever enforcing the Monroe Doctrine ever again. We’ll be right back where we were in 1812!

But war with Britain?

T.R. was a Navy man in spite of his service in Cuba, and he didn’t like the thought of sending so many fine young men to their deaths. America had a strong fleet, but Britain was stronger. This war won’t be like the last one, he thought. It will be fought on American soil, and American civilians will die. They will die when the British shell New York City, Baltimore, Charleston, and New Orleans. They will die when the Mexicans invade Texas and when the British attack upstate New York.

Is what I’m being asked to do worth all those lives? he wondered.

He sat in silence.

He made a decision.

Hastily, he scribbled a note for his secretary:

Get the leaders of Congress and the Cabinet here this morning, and
arrange for the boys in the press to meet me in the Rose Garden this
afternoon. And for God’s sake make sure that they get me up by 8
tomorrow. Eggs, bacon, hotcakes, and coffee.

T.R.

The White House, Washington, D.C.The Rose GardenTeddy Roosevelt strode to the podium that had been set up in the Rose Garden. His aides permitted the few photographers – a recent addition to the Washington press corps – to take pictures of him before he began to speak. Finally, the aides shooed the photographers to the side, and the 25th President of the United States began to speak.

“I regret that it has come to this,” he began, “But this so-called ‘Emperor’ of Mexico refuses to see the light. We are going to have to show it to him, I’m afraid. To that end,” he continued, “I am asking Congress to issue a declaration of war against Mexico. Mexico’s aggression against France will not and can not be tolerated. Mexico’s excessive levels of armament will not and can not be tolerated. Mexico’s lack of democracy can not and will not be tolerated.”

“We intend,” Roosevelt said, “To force Mexico to withdraw from France, to reduce its military to a more reasonable level, and to depose Agustín and replace him with an elected President, and to bring an end to his ‘Empire’ and restore democracy to the country. And we will do this regardless of what the rest of the world might say about it.”The Oval Office - Thirty Minutes EarlierThe President looked at the Canadian Ambassador. “I know this may well mean war between the United States and Great Britain. It is my fervent hope, however, that the United States and Canada do not go to war with each other.”

The Canadian raised an eyebrow. “We are a part of the British Empire. Their King is ours.”

“But your government is different,” T.R. pointed out. “You have your own Parliament, your own Prime Minister. Since 1907 you’ve been virtually independent – not a colony, but a Dominion.”

“We’re still a part of the British Empire, Mr. President,” repeated the Ambassador.

“Yes, yes, yes,” said Roosevelt, as though seeking to deal with a triviality. “But you don’t always do what London tells you to do. They asked for money a few years back to build them – what was it, four battleships? – and you said no. You can say no, Mr. Ambassador. You have the legal authority.”

“Technically,” replied the Canadian diplomat, “I suppose that we do. But it would be unprecedented.”

“This is an extraordinary situation, Mr. Ambassador,” replied the President. “Look, Canada can’t possibly gain anything by this war – and we’re not likely to gain anything, either. Our last two wars were stalemates – a lot of people dead for nothing. Why go through that a third time? And if we fight this time, trust me, it will be worse than the last two combined. Never mind that the weaponry is so much more destructive, and the armies are so much bigger; our economies have become interwoven. You’re our biggest trading partner, and we’re yours. If we go to war, our people will feel it in more ways than just seeing their sons and husbands come home on stretchers or in caskets. Goods will get scarce, people will go broke – we’ll both suffer more than this can possibly be worth.”

“Then why do something that you think will lead to war in the first place, Mr. President?” asked the Ambassador.

“Because we have no choice!” replied the President. “Agustín has become a threat to our security, and he is bent on destroying a nation with whom we have a very strong bond. Both of us – you’ve got a whole province of Frenchmen up there in Quebec, what do they think about all of this?” The President lowered his voice. “You could ask that question of the British Prime Minister. Why has Mr. Asquith chosen to turn on France? I can’t see how that serves Britain’s interests.”

“That is not for Canada to judge,” replied the Canadian diplomat.

“Maybe it is,” T.R. said softly. “Now that you’re virtually independent, maybe it is.” He paused for a minute, pushed his chair back a little, and then continued. “Now I know that you’ll have to take this to Prime Minister Borden and the Cabinet. And I would expect that you’ll have to take this to them personally.” The Ambassador inclined his head, showing agreement. “But I hope that you can give us your answer – either way – as soon as possible. Even if it’s not the answer that we want to hear, the gentlemanly thing to do would be to give it as soon as you have it. And if it does come to war,” said the President, with a note of sadness, “I want us both to agree to wage it as gentlemen. War is always brutal, always – but there are things you can do to make it less so. I want us to agree in advance to respect each side’s soldiers, sailors, citizens, and property as though they were our own. Can Canada agree to that.”

“If it comes to war,” said the Canadian Ambassador, “I think we can at least agree to that, Mr. President. Yes, I would be sure that we can agree to that, at least.”

They both rose, and T.R. offered the Canadian diplomat his hand. “Listen,” he said, “If you need an express train to get back to Ottawa as soon as possible, ler me know. I can make a few phone calls. Also, who will be representing Canada while you’re gone?”

“The Deputy Ambassador will still be here,” replied the Canadian Ambassador. “And yes, I think that express train would be both welcome and appropriate.”

The Canadain Side of things...

Robert Borden sat at his desk in his office at Parliament Hill, tapping his pen against the ornate 30 year old desk. With periodicals from the past few weeks spread out across his desk, he figured the British were drawing the line mighty close. Selling out France by joining the anti-French coaltion did not sit well at all in Quebec and demonstrations by the Quebec populace made that clear. But not only Quebec, the whole nation had begun to view the situation as bothersome and not worth getting wraped up in, as the Government had there own agenda and war was no part of it.

But also clear to him was The British North America Act of 1867 which granted the Canadian Parliament significant powers, but with several restrictions. Most notably, the British Parliament remained supreme over Canada, and no Canadian act could in any way abrogate a British one.

However with Great Britian not acting in Canada's best intrest in the hemisphere, he begun to rethink the 1867 act and the hold it has upon them. Canadians had endured a longtime era of peace and properity and no-one wished to see it flushed down the tank because of the whim of some European leaders.

As he gets up from his desk and strechs his back, he wanders to the window and takes in the scenic view of the banks of the Ottawa River. He had a close relationship with Great Britain, but an even closer friendship had been growing with the southern neighbour of the United States.

As he gazed out the window, he wondered if the Act of Independence drawen up by a certain circle of Canadian Federalist and Patriotes many years ago to back out of British rule could be used today. The only reason the Act hadnt been brought forth to Parliament was because of the fear of No Support, and with the indubitable British denile of the Act, which undoubtly would have brought cival war upon pristine Canadian land.

But with little to no reason to back out now, it seemed rash to even think of such a thing, until a few moments later when his office phone rang. On the other end was his ambassador to the American Government, who stated he was rushing home for an urgent meeting with Prime Minister Borden.

Never before has he rushed home from Washington with news or information. This is something that peaked Mr Bordens intrest given the climate of the worlds nations and since most everything he learned from the Ambassador he learned through the phone line set-up. All Prime Minster Borden can do is wait for the express to pull into Ottawa Union Station where he will be waiting for the Ambassador and any American who can speak for the President should they be coming too.



OOC -- Sorry all, completly forgot about the RP but luckly I have some time freed up from other RP's which tanked. So if I missed something or messed up on something let me know and i'll fix it.

Also USA player if you want to send a diplomat, feel free, it would be nice to have someone who can speak for your pres in my presence since i'm still not certain of the history which has transpired.

Same goes for Great Britians rep in Canada (the governer general), would be nice to talk with them.

Ottawa, CanadaThe American Ambassador to Canada looked at the telegram he had just received from the State Department. Canada has been advised of our actions. You are to make yourself
available to the Canadian Prime Minister and his Cabinet to answer any
questions that they may have about our position. The President is
counting on you to make the best case possible, if it comes to that.
“Better get the car ready,” the Ambassador said. “I’ll be down in about fifteen minutes.”

With that, he went to his residence to tell his wife that this would be very long night.OOC: BTW, just to remind everybody: I'm using puppets to help denote the nation posting. Allemande is the United States, The Cosmic Balance is Mexico, and Narodna Odbrana is the Dual Monarchy of Austria and Hungary.

Direct all TG's to Narodna Odbrana, since I seldom check the other boxes these days.

Rio De Janeiro, Brazil

"Mexicans in France, huh! A monarchist back in France maybe, but this is too much"

How close does seem the day those words were spoken...

El presidente Hermes Fonseca had thought very little of the news about a Mexican war with France, after all the Mexican threats and demands seemed a bit too much and El presidente had enough to deal with; the troublesome coffee growers and milkmen who were opposing every bit of reform to stimulate the rest of the economy -and reduce the influence of the "café com leite" politics- and the old millitary was furious with his reforms in the leadership replacing many of the old fossils with promising able young officers; an effective millitary leadership will eventually result in an effective millitary, unfortunately by doing this El presidente had made dangerous enemies and risked a great deal; Every month came a death threat, Four times did the congress try to ouster him and twice already came an assassination attempt. miraculassly each time surviving, each time growing popular in the eyes of the people and each time weakining his enemies thanks in no small part to his allies.

The threat from inside has waned; less came the death threats, less did a coffee planter raised a whim in congress, there still remained the enemy from within but not as threatning as the threat from without.

During the era of reform Brazil was diplomatically virtually isolated from the world, the secratery of state was only to see that forign aid arrived and that debts are paid forign news was delivered by the local newspaper which sometimes carried news which was months old. But with the increased inner stabillity, the diplomats -under the guidance of a new secretary of state- popped their heads out to view the world affairs, they were alarmed by what they saw;Western Europe was in Chaos and Mexico seems to be too ambitious. An urgent report had to be compiled and sent to the government.

El presidente scoffed at the news at first, remembering the french aid to Mexico when they had a war with the US at a certain time ago and set the report aside to pursue more troubling business. But the recent invasion of France has caused thim to review the report more seriously.

A meeting was called...

Encoded Message to Colombia

The Empire of Japan proposes an exchange of ambassadors and trade
deals. We also offer your nation support of any kind. Maybe your head of
state could visit Japan or Visa Versa.

General Fukuoka

Encoded Message to Brasil

The Empire of Japan wishes to establish a firm friendship with your nation.
We could exchange ambassadors and hold a trade meeting. We offer help of
any kind. It ranges from industrial to military aid. I hope to hear a reply soon.

General Fukuoka

Encoded Message to Japan

We thank you for the offer and gladly accept. I will arrive to discuss other possible diplomatic ties within two weeks.

Carlos Eduardo Restrepo, President of Colombia

----------------------

Massive industrialization projects have begun and the government has put more money into the Armed Forces. The Navy will soon undergo a revamp of equipment and the Army is exploring the usefullness of aircraft in battle. Carlos Restrepo is purueing a liberal stance and has begun efforts to increase suffrage and help the poor find jobs. Colombia is looking for foreign investment into the countries oil and mineral resources.

Encoded Message to President Carlos Eduardo Restrepo Of Colombia

Japan thanks you and will receive you warmly. Meanwhile we would like to
send a small diplomatic and trade delagation to prepare things. Is that
possible?

General Fukuoka

December 23, 1912

Stockholm, Sweden

King Wilhelm I sat in his study, quietly sipping on a cup of warm tea. In front of his high-back, apolstered seat lay a ornately carven mantle, made of white marble, now covered in a fresh green garland brimming with decarations. Below the mantle, a nice fire flickered, casting the dark room in a yellowish-orange light.

Being that it was only two days away from Christmas, Wilhelm was in a rather joyous mood, taking every occasion to enjoy the decerations around him and greet fellow Swedes with a cheerful smile and happy 'Hello!' Indeed, Wilhelm, ever since he was a little boy, had thought of Christmas as the greatest time of year, not only for the mounds of presents he got (usually more than his brothers), but also because of the atmosphere of love and happiness that greeted the cold, crisp air.

However, this Christmas was different than the others, much different. A big present was waiting to be opened to the west and Wilhelm could wait to pull the bow off the top of it. Over the past 2 weeks, he had casually glanced at various news reports coming from Oslo, detailing accounts of unusual activities in and around the city, including a larger number of murders, thefts and robberies. Along with it, Norwegian Police agents have suddenly come into contact with violent paramilitary gangs, armed with high-powered rifles. It was only a matter of time until Norway boiled over with Socialist revolution and Wilhelm couldn't wait.

Suddenly, a messenger, clad in a heavy wool coat, mittens and knee-high fur boots, stepped into the room, still covered in a light frost. At once, Wilhelm stood from his seat to greet him:

"Welcome, dear friend. What news do you bring me?" asked Wilhelm.

"My lord, I have recieved this telegram has arrived from the west. It has been declared urgent." he replied.

"Who is the author?" Wilhelm asked as he looked down at the small yellow paper.


TO: King Wilhelm I of Sweden

My dear friend. The games have begun.

- A certain someone


Olaf, you sly bastard, Wilhelm thought to himself as he folded the telegram into his pocket.

"He didn't give his name." said the messenger.

"No matter." said Wilhelm. "You are dismissed."

Just as the messenger went to leave the room. Wilhelm, swung around.

"Wait." he called.

At once, the messenger turned to face him.

"I am going to need for you to collect the latest edition of the local newspaper. It doesn't matter which one, I just need to see the Headlines." Wilhelm ordered.

"Yes, sir. I shall provide you with one immedeately." the Messenger replied.

A few minuites later, the Messenger returned, a neat bundle of paper in his hands. Placing it on the table, he again turned to leave but was again, told to wait.

Once the paper had been layed upon his table, Wilhelm snatched it up and read the Headline:



OSLO IN FLAMES! SOCIALIST REVOULUTIONARIES HAVE TAKEN THE CAPITAL!



"Excellent." muttered Wilhelm to himself as he pulled a small sheet of paper, along with a pen from the same table. After Scratching down a short message, he shoved the paper into the hands of the young messenger.

"Take this to the Ministry of War. Quickly!" he said in a stern tone.

Without a word, the Messenger ran from the room and down the hall.

Back in the study, Wilhelm smiled with glee.

It was going to be a good Christmas after all.

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[CLASSIFIED]

TO: The Ministry of War

By offical mandate of His Highness, King Wilhelm I, of the Kingdom of Sweden. All currently mobilized units are to be transported to their respective positions along with Norwegian Border.

Be prepared to move these forces into Norway by the end of the week.

Signed,

King Wilhelm I
Reigning Monarch
The Kingdom of Sweden

Encoded Message to President Carlos Eduardo Restrepo Of Colombia

Japan thanks you and will receive you warmly. Meanwhile we would like to
send a small diplomatic and trade delagation to prepare things. Is that
possible?

General Fukuoka
This is of course possible.
Carlos E. Restrepo, President of Colombia

Rio De Janeiro, Brazil

The chiefs and staff listened carefully as the secretary of state proceeded to brief them of the situation, with the aid of several reports and diagrams he explains as effeciently as possible.

"...and so gentlemen, it is clear that the Mexican Empire when dealt with extreme caution, for we conclude that if they can use their "alliance" to invade a country thousand of miles across the Atlantic Ocean, then they can use it to threaten all of the western hemisphere.

I believe also that although some major powers in Europe do not mind or I daresay support Mexico's actions, that most of our neighbors in the Americas have been made uneasy and could, and I believe should, be approached with a deal, notably Mexico's neighbor the United States of America , the coastal nations in Central and South America and the several island nations in the Caribbean.

War with Mexico will most probably lead to a war with a number of major powers in Europe and in turn a loss of a profitable market to our goods not to mention te damege the combined fleets of those powers might have on our shipping. I would suggest therefore seeking other markets before considering this option and perhaps also strengthen the navy, at the same time building up relations with the United States of America to obtain a favourable deal on passege through the Panama Canal and on navy vessel purchases.

Another option to consider is working out a deal with the Mexicans and court the favour of their alliance, but I fear that this may be intrepreted as a sign of fear or weakness among the nations and they could easily turn against us.

The final question is what to do, a formal protest on Mexico's actions should be sent, but we have to also make sure that we are pollitically, millitarily and economically capable to face anything they throw at us without appearing to be weak or hesitant."

With that he concludes his presentation and seats himself. Presidente De Fonsenca turned to his advisors.

"Thank you Mr.secretary, now I would like to hear any remarks you might have before we take action"

Chief of Staff-"Mr. President I concur with the secratery, closer relations must be reached with our neighbors in the western hemisphere especially the United States as they could prove to be quite useful as both amarket and an ally but as always we must be careful not to have too close a relation and maintain caution with all nations."

Secretay of State-"Some time earlier we recieved a telegram from the Empire of Japan approaching us with a friendly proposition of trade, this can be a good oppertunity to open up a market for our goods in Japan as their rapidly growing economy might require some of the materials we produce."

Secretary of Defence-"It is clear also from the secretary states that we must get our army ready and begin preparing the reservists for mobillisation, begin a series of exercises and just be ready for action if it is called"

Vice President-"I must urge the president to not take any drastic movements just yet, for there are still those who would cause trouble due to your actions in the last years to eliminate "Coronelismo" and the "Café com leite" pollitics and we fear that several officers in the army still bear resentment and might take an oppertunity if they saw one. On the other hand the people are loyal to you as they approve your policies in moving towards a centralised government and you shall have no trouble securing their support and I would suggest lanching a propaganda campaign to show their support and deter our enemies from moving against you"

Chief of Staff-"The navy also requires also to be modernised might I suggest allocating some funds for the purchase of some new vessels"


"Thank you Gentlemen, all your points are sound and valid so here is what we our agenda:

-Approach Venezuela and Columbia with the following telegram:
Secret Messege

To the esteemed diplomats of the Columbian/Venezuelan Governments:

Greetings, As you know recent actions by the Empire of Mexico has made us all
uneasy we find that it is crucial for our survival that we be ready to help
each other therefore we invite you to meet with us at Sao Paulo to
discuss the possibillity of forming a mutual defence pact which oblige
each one of us to defend the other if at least one of us is attacked.
But does not obligate the participation in the aggression of one of us
against another, this message has been also
extended to the Venezuelan\Columbian government.

Dr.Nilo Peçanha,
Secretary of State of The United States of Brazil

-To the Japanese:

To the most honorable General Fukuoka:

Your offer is most welcome, we will send our ambassador
to Tokyo to discuss the details with you he will arrive in
about two weeks. We hope that we are able to develop
a beneficial friendship which will endure through the ages.

Dr.Nilo Peçanha,
Secretary of State of The United States of Brazil

-To the United States of America:

Greetings to our good friend the United states of America,

We would like to determine the possibillity for our Vice President
Venceslau Brás to go on a state visit to your fair country and
perhaps discuss the future of the relationship between our two
great nations.

Dr.Nilo Peçanha,
Secretary of State of The United States of Brazil

-The millitary begins to gradually mobillise the reservists and hold millitary exercises on the Amazon river and the tropical jungles.

-The President Prepares himself to participate in the Rio De Janeiro Carnival to show the support of the people.

To: Rio De Jaineiro, Brazil
From: Bogota, Colombia

We will accept your offer. The Mexican Empires recent actions
have greatly disturbed us and we can not allow them to
reach the Panama canal or the nation of Panama. Both the US
and Colombia are pledged to defend Panama and their canal.
If Mexico attacks them then we will have our reason
to attack them.

Carlos E. Restrepo, President of Colombia

December 27, 1912

First Army Headquarters: Halland, Sweden

Commander of the First Army, Zeljko Hiemer, made his way across the snow pact fields around him, straddled to the top of his Brown Mare, Stuzer. For the past three weeks, temperatures had hovered around an icy -8 Degrees Celcius, with constant snow flurries filling the ground with more and more grayish, slush-like snow, the type of snow that turned roads into impassable nightmares and fields into a freezing quagmire.

For any normal Army, marching in this weather would be madness, as the casualties from frost-bite, hypothermia and exposure would be staggering. However, this was no normal field army, this was any army bread for winter combat; a notion made quite obvious by the columns upon columns of soldiers, dressed in heavy white wool coats, with layers upon layers of blue and white clothing below. On their feet were strapped large fur boots, filled with insulation. On their heads, the typical black fur cap of any winter soldier was firmly planted. Farther ahead of the main columns of soldiers, scouts clad in skis and snow-shoes pushed ahead, on the watch for any socialists who may have overstepped the border.

This Army had been marching for three days, through snow storm after snow and many small villages. By now, many were exhausted by the staggering pace of 15 kilometers per day in this weather, but spirits were still high from the warm clothing on their back and warm stews in their stomach, another blessing of this prized force. And with Oslo, the bustling capital of Nowray, only 35 kilometers away, many were even more eager to get through the mess before them.

In truth, as he viewed his columns of trained soldiers, the old Hiemer could not help but smile. Ever since he was a cadet in the Royal Military Academy at Stockholm, his goal was to command an army in the field. Now, after 40 years of dedicated service to his country, he would now be able to fufill that goal.

Just as Hiemer went to move ahead, a messenger appeared in the distance, riding towards him at a considerable speed along with side of the soldier filled road. Within a few seconds, he reached the General's position and slid to a stop, nearly toppling is horse and himself over onto the ice-packed ground.

"General Hiemer." he called, his voice drowned out by the winds swirling around them. "I have news from up ahead."

"Well, what is it?" the General replied, pulling his dark blue coat tight around his crumpled frame.

"It appears as if the storm is clearing up as we move further west. I have been given reports suggesting clear skies and warmer temperatures near Oslo."

Thank God. An end to this mess, Hiemer thought to himself.

"Excellent. What is the current status of the leading columns?" asked Hiemer.

"They have just crossed the border, sir and have yet to have encountered any resistance. But they are having problems with road conditions, especially in the Artillery regiments."

As are well all, Heimer thought in slight annoyance.

"Alright then, let us keep moving ahead. I figure if the weather clears up, we should be able to make it to Oslo by the beginning of next week."

"Yes, sir." shouted the Messenger.

At once, both men yanked their reigns and went ahead to meet the forward columns of the Army. To the North, the 3rd Fördelningen, nearly 7,000 strong, was also making the same journey into Norway with the intent to occupy Trondhiem, but through tougher terrain.

Indeed, the Swedish War Machine was moving and with its objectives only days away, more eager to get the job done.

OCC:

Order of Battle

Total Forces Mobilized: 50,000

Method of Mobilization: Reserve System

Date of Mobilization: August 2, 1912

Time Allotted for Mobilization: 15 days

Organization:

1st Army

I. Fördelningen

Corps HQ

Corps units
- II.and VI.Cavalry battalions K4 Norrlands Dragonregiment
- I.20 Vasterbottens Regiment
- I.19 Norrbottens Regiment

VI.Div.
- I5 Jamtlands Faltjagerregiment
- I13 Dalregimentet
- I21 Vasternorrland regiment

V.Div.(in reserve)
- I4 Livgrenadjagerregimente
- I12 Jonkopings-Kalmar Regiment

II. Fördelningen

Corps HQ

Corps units
- II. Meijerfelts dragonregemente and VI.Cavalry Bohusläns regemente
- I.11 Värmlands Regiment
- I.7 Andra livgardet Regiment

III.Div.
- I9 Jamtlands Faltjagerregiment
- I13 Dalregimentet
- I17 Vasternorrland regiment

II.Div.(in reserve)
- I1 Vaxholms grenadjärregemente
- I10 Norra Smålands regemente

III. Fördelningen

VIII. Divisional staff

I31 Infantry Regiment
- Reg.HQ with 13. and 14. Company
* I.Bat.
* II.Bat.
* III.Bat.

I35 Infantry Regiment
- Reg.HQ with 13. and 14. Company
* I.Bat.
* II.Bat.
* III.Bat.

I36 Infantry Regiment
- Reg.HQ with 13. and 14. Company
* I.Bat.
* II.Bat.
* III.Bat.=20

A13 Artillery Regiment
- Reg.HQ=20
* I.Div.
* II.Div.
* III.Div. =20

To:Bogota, Columbia
From:Rio De Janeiro

Excellent, together we will ensure the safety of our people
for generations to come. And await the arrival of your represntative.

Dr.Nilo Peçanha,
Secretary of State of The United States of Brazil

Washington, D.C.The Rose Garden“So much for Mexico. Now on to Spain,” said President Roosevelt, holding himself erect and puffing his chest out slightly to strike a tough posture. “Spain appears ready to join Mexico in waging war on France, and – in addition – has declared Morocco a Spanish protectorate while blockading French shipping as it tries to pass the Straits of Gilbratar. Furthermore, the King of Spain has claimed that he has the right to rule France, too.”

“What I have to say to this ‘Alfonso XIII (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Alfonso_XIII_of_Spain)’ is this:” growled T.R. “First, Morocco is an independent country – Spain recognised this at Algeciras (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Algeciras_Conference) six years ago. The Spanish can’t simply void that treaty without the permission of the other signatories, and that includes the United States. If Spain doesn’t back off in Morocco, well, she’ll have to answer to us, and that won’t be pretty. We beat Spain once, and if it comes to that, we can beat them again.”

“As for Spain’s support for Mexico, its blockade of French shipping, its mobilisation of military forces, and its threats to the independence of France, well, those are all declarations of war in our book, and if Spain wants to make war on France, then they’re going to have to fight us, too,” said the President. “So I strongly advise the Spanish government to back off its claims to Morocco and remove any troops it has sent there, withdraw its navy from the Straits of Gibraltar and send it back to port, disarm and inter any Mexican troops and ships now on its soil or in its ports, demobilise its armies and send them all home, abandon any royal ‘claims’ to France and instead recognise France’s Republic as legitimate and permanent, swear that it will never go to war with France, sign the Treaty of Vienna and declare that it will accept France as a member of the Grand Alliance and defend France from all enemies.” He took a sip of water before continuing. “If Spain does this, we’ll leave them alone.”

“But if they don’t,” he said menacingly, “We’ll end that blockade of theirs for them, and either send their fleet home or send it to the bottom of the ocean. We’ll send their troops packing from Morocco, and – if it comes to that – we’ll send Alfonso and his family packing, too. We’ll make Spain a Republic, ruled by its Cortes, with that assembly elected by the people, and that will be the end of the Bourbon line, now and forever.”

“What happens next,” T.R. finished triumphantly, “Is Spain’s choice and Spain’s choice alone.”

Washington, D.C.The Rose Garden“That brings us to Italy,” continued T.R. “Italy has levelled a claim against France; it seems Vittorio Emmanuel wants Corsica. Well, Vittorio,” said the President, “If you think you’re entitled to Corsica, you can sign the Treaty of Vienna and submit the matter to arbitration. But to go to war with France to get it, well, that is simply not acceptable.”

“So to Italy, I say: stand down, send your armies home from Sardinia, send your fleets back to port, demobilise your troops, pledge friendship and alliance with France, support France’s membership in the Grand Alliance, sign the Treaty of Vienna and submit any claims you may have to arbitration. If you do that,” said Theodore Roosevelt, “We’ll have no quarrel – but if you don’t, we promise you what we promised Spain: we’ll defeat your armies, sink your navy, overthrown your monarchy, and establish a Republic on Italian soil. Those are your choices, and you should consider them well.”

-To the Japanese:

Code:
To the most honorable General Fukuoka:

Your offer is most welcome, we will send our ambassador
to Tokyo to discuss the details with you he will arrive in
about two weeks. We hope that we are able to develop
a beneficial friendship which will endure through the ages.

Dr.Nilo Peçanha,
Secretary of State of The United States of Brazil

To Dr. Nilo Peçanha, Secretary of State of the United States of Brazil

We will receive them warmly. It seems our hopes are mutual.

General Fukuoka

Washington, D.C.The Rose Garden“France is one of the few Republics on European soil, and we’re not going to stand by and watch that Republic fall. Any nation that goes up against France is an enemy of America. Really, these Europeans need to set their house in order, and if they won’t, I’m telling you that we’ll do it for them. Any questions?” growled the President.

A reporter from the Washington Post shot is his hand up. “Mr. President, Britain has warned us not to go after Mexico or interfere in the French matter. Now we’re doing exactly that. Aren’t you worried about Britain taking offence?”

“No,” said T.R. “Britain’s interests are not with Mexico, Spain, and France; they’re with us. Britain should be backing France up, not joining the lynch mob. No, if Britain follows its interests, it won’t get in our way.” The President paused for a second, and then continued. “But if Britain does take action, well, we’ll cross that bridge when we come to it. If it comes to that, it’ll be regrettable, but we have to uphold the Monroe Doctrine, and that means upholding it against everyone – including the British. I pray that it doesn’t.” he said.

“But I’m ready if it does,” he finished.The Oval Office - One Hour LaterThe British Ambassador was perfectly quiet as the President spoke.

“I don’t want a war with your country – none of us do. But you can’t expect us to bow to pressure when it comes to Mexico; that would violate the Monroe Doctrine. And you can’t expect us to abandon France. There aren’t enough democracies in the world to let one get taken down by its absolutist neighbours,” he said.

“Are you trying to persuade me,” said the Ambassador coldly, “Or yourself?”

“You and your government,” replied T.R. “You need to do the right thing.”

“We will do the right thing,” said the Briton. “But it may not be what you see as the right thing.”The Oval Office - Two Hours Later“If you go to war with Spain and Italy,” said the German Ambassador, “We may well be required to declare war on you.”

“Your alliance with Spain and Italy is a defensive alliance, and you just agreed to an alliance with France. Really, I don’t see why you think you have to side with the aggressors in this fight against an ally of yours who is under attack,” the President offered in retort. “It seems to me that you should be coming to France’s assistance and going to war with Mexico, Spain, and Italy.”

Rising, the German Ambassador said tartly, “It will be the decision of the Führer as to what we do – his decision and his alone.”

São Paulo, Brazil“We’ve recently acquired the territory of French Guiana, as you know,” said the American Ambassador to the Brazilian Foreign Minister. “But territories on your continent are way beyond our natural sphere of influence. We paid the French $10,000,000 for all of their territories in the Western Hemisphere; since we don’t want Guiana, we’re prepared to sell it to you for $1,500,000.”

The Brazilian Foreign Minister steepled his fingers as her considered the claim. “I admit that we have wanted French Guiana for a while. The price…” he trailed off with a shrug. “… Well, we will have to consider it. Is there any rush in reaching an agreement?”

“We will need to occupy the territory to keep it away from our enemies if the talks take to long. That, or someone else will seize it and the deal will be off,” said the Ambassador. “So sooner would be better than later. But it doesn’t have to happen tomorrow,” he finished.

“Then I will bring it to the President and Cabinet immediately,” offered the Foreign Minister with a smile. “And we will get back to you as soon as possible.”

IC:
“Mr. President” Spat the Italian Ambassador “For our entire history we have been at odds with France. They have exploited us, threatened us and controlled us. Now we will no longer tolerate her aggression any more.”
He paused for a moment before continuing

“Mr. President you support the idea of Democracy, the idea that majority rules. Well sir, the majority of France’s neighbors and of Europe supports our decision to attack France. To end the power France holds over Europe and yet you intend to stand in our way.” Said the Ambassador “We do not wish to go to war with your country, but if you interfere we will bring you down alongside the French.”

Washington D.C.The Oval OfficePresident Roosevelt’s voice was soft, but very hard and cold.

“Sir, you have peaceful means at your disposal to resolve your disputes with France. You have rejected them, and that tells us what kind of man your King is.” Before the Italian Ambassador could continue, he raised a finger to stop him. “As for your assertion that a majority of France’s neighbours constitute some kind of democratic mandate, that would be laughable – were it not so utterly obscene. Kings and dictators – those are France’s neighbours, and among them all is not one ruler who has to even hear the will of his people, let alone obey it. That is not some kind of democracy of nations. That is a pack of murderous thieves claiming that they have a right to indulge themselves in their criminal passions, because they happen to outnumber their quarry.”

“As for bringing us down, you haven’t a chance,” continued the President, ignoring the Italian Ambassador’s rising anger. “You might as well shake your fist at the wind. We have far more industry, a far greater populace, and – most importantly of all – we are free men with the will and energy of free men. You will be defeated, and your ridiculous Royal House of Savoy will be consigned to the garbage pail of history. And what’s more, when we’re done, the people of Italy will thank us for it.”

“And now, if you’ll excuse me, I have work to do – and so do you. I believe that you and your embassy staff will be wanting to burn your confidential documents and pack your things before you return to Rome.” And with that, T.R. rose and gestured brusquely toward the door.

Washington, D.C.
WAR!

By a vote of 414-17 in the House of Representatives and 94-2 in the Senate, Congress has voted to declare war on the Third Empire of Mexico.

Tomorrow, Congress will begin debating declarations of war on Spain and Italy.

Rio De Janeiro, Brazil

In an urgent meeting the president listens most interestingly to the secretary of state's aide,

"... and so they have made the offer, and not a bad one I might add, but the price is still a bit high as we need every bit of resources we have. On the ther hand, if we manage to put this through we will gain a pollitical victory, you will shine as skillful negotiater and relations with the US will improve."

"hmm... If a payment program can be agreed on then we should go for it"

"Very Well, Sr. Presidente"

---------------------------------------------------------------
Sao Paulo, Brazil

After recieving a telegram from Rio, the secretery of state proceeded to meet again with the American Ambassador, "Good news Amigo, the president is willing to consider your offer and proposes the following: the payment of $90,000 annually for 20 years"

Washington, D.C.Secretary of the Treasury Franklin MacVeagh looked up at the President after scanning the documents in front of him. “It’s the equivalent of a purchase on mortgage of $1,250,000 at 4% interest.”

Philander C. Knox, Secretary of State, smiled ironically. “Not bad for a mortgage – bet we can’t repossess in the event of default.”

“I’m more interested in Brazil’s good will than the money,” said the President, “But I suppose that there will be those in Congress…”

“Then let’s ask the Brazilians to pay us everything after the first instalment up front, in general Treasury Bonds.” said the Treasury Secretary. “Negotiable ones, of course. They could break the remaining payments down into 19 sets of bonds - $90,000 face value in 1-year notes, $90,000 face value in 2-year notes, and so forth, right on down the line. That maximizes our security, in so far as Brazil isn’t going to want to default on its general obligations; and it also expresses our faith in Brazil’s future.”

Knox nodded. “I like it, Mr. President. It creates a relationship between our two countries – not only do we express confidence in Brazil, but we have a stake in its future, so to speak.”

T.R. pondered the suggestion for a moment. “Yes, I think we can sell that to Congress. Contact the Brazilians and tell them that – pending Congressional approval, of course – they have themselves a deal.”New York, New York
EXTRA!

PACK YOUR BAGS, ALFONSO!
U.S. DECLARES WAR ON SPAIN - ITALY’S VITTORIO EMMANUEL MAY BE NEXT;
PRO-FRANCE RALLY SCHEDULED AT THE FOOT OF THE STATUE OF LIBERTY

Responding to President Roosevelt’s call to arms. Congress voted to declare war on Spain earlier today. The vote in the House was 331-103; in the Senate it was 79-16…OOC: In case you haven’t guessed it, The New York Journal-American (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/New_York_Journal) was a Hearst (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/William_Randolph_Hearst) paper.

BTW, in case you haven't figured it out, I'm having fun playing America. Mexico, OTOH, is another matter. :p

In Richthofen's castle, the unoffical capital of the Grand German Empire:

Der Führer sat in his private chambers, writing a lettre to a relative of his. Frieda was her name, and she had recently run away from her husband, together with a man called D. H. Lawrence. He had also sent a telegram to Frieda's sister Else, asking her to bring her sister and her new acquaintance to his castle, so that he could meet them in person.

''Mein Führer, I have most disturbing news. The United States of America have declared war against the Empire of Mexico, a majority of Congress voted in favour of the proposal,'' the messenger said and handed von Richthofen a copy of a newspaper, written in American English.
''Verdammt! Tell my ambassadour in America to try to make Theodor Roosevelt realise his folly, or at the very least take up so much of his time that the Mexicans have time to prepare. Also''
''Jawohl, mein Führer!'' replied the messenger, and turned around to faithfully carry out is duties.
''Also, Fritz, that newspaper.''
''Mein Führer?''
''Buy it, I don't like the name.''

Washington, DC, the next day:
''Mr. President, surely you realise that a declaration of war will cause an outcry in Europe, and the rest of the world for that matter. You are supporting France and waging war against her enemies, and disturbances in Europe is the only possible outcome. The Grand Alliance would be forced to intervene, and France is a member of said Alliance. It could take months just to make sure who declares war on who!

OOC: And about that newspaperman; I can't really do that to him, he's William Randolph Hearst!

“HOW dare he refer to His Majesty like that?!” Roared the outraged Italian Ambassador to nobody in particular “Murderous thief? Pfft, “

He sat down to write a message to the Italian King.

To His Majesty, Victor Emmanuel II, King of Italy
From Guiseppe Begliuomini

Sire, I had hoped there would be no need to deliver this news to you, but it looks as though it is time for us to prepare for war on America. They have declared war upon both Mexico and Spain.


EXTRA!

War
Italy Declares War on the United States
By Benito Mussolini
After the U.S.A.’s declaration of war upon Spain, our oppressive leader, Vittorio Emmanuel III has declared war upon the U.S.A. I ask all Socialists to join this war effort, not to help our King, but to prepare yourselves for the Revolution of the masses that awaits us!


OOC: Not the best, but I don’t have any Avanti articles to base this upon. And for those who do not know, the Avanti was the Italian Socialist’s newspape. I decided to stick Mussolini in it as editor a little earlier than he normally would have though.Took a couple extra days because I've been checking a book to make sure I'm getting some details correct about Il Duce.

Just a note, this is not an invitation for somebody to RP the Italian Socialists, which will be done by myself.

New York, New York
ITALY DECLARES WAR ON U.S., CONGRESS ANSWERS IN KIND; PRESIDENT ROOSEVELT VOWS TO TOPPLE ENEMY MONARCHIES, INSTALL DEMOCRACIES IN THEIR PLACE

...Upon hearing news of Italy’s declaration of war on America, Congress moved swiftly to close debate and vote to answer with a declaration of their own: by a vote of 431-3 in the House and 95-0 in the Senate, the U.S. is now formally at war with the Kingdom of Italy.

When informed of the vote, President Roosevelt was quoted as saying: “As with Mexico and Spain, we will not rest until Italy’s vile monarchy is overthrown and their nation is reconstituted as a democratic republic. These are the terms we will impose on any nation that seeks to go to war with us as we come to the aid of France...”The Oval Office, Washington, D.C.''Mr. President, surely you realise that a declaration of war will cause an outcry in Europe, and the rest of the world for that matter. You are supporting France and waging war against her enemies, and disturbances in Europe is the only possible outcome. The Grand Alliance would be forced to intervene, and France is a member of said Alliance. It could take months just to make sure who declares war on who! ''”The Grand Alliance intervene?” exclaimed President Roosevelt. “I should hope so! France has been attacked by three enemies, and as allies of France, you and all the other members of the Grand Alliance ought to come to their aid. So where is Germany, Mr. Ambassador? Is Germany planning on helping France against Mexico, Spain, and Italy? Are the other members of the Grand Alliance?”

“No, sir,” said T.R., “If the Grand Alliance doesn’t come to the aid of France, I would wonder what Europe was about if that didn’t lead to an even greater outcry than anything we might do. So what of it, Mr. Ambassador?” asked the President point-blank. “Will Germany honour its treaty obligations and join us in declaring war on Mexico, Spain, and Italy?”

Der Schönbrunn, Vienna”A lovely mess,” sighed Count Bertchold. “Just thinking of it gives me a headache.”

“So what do you advise we do?” asked Franz Josef I tartly. “The situation seems determined to get out of control.”

“We try to keep Russia from going to war with anyone, while encouraging it to let us ship capital goods and war material to China through its territory,” began the Foreign Minister. “We continue to provide Italy any logistical assistance that they need – arms, ordinance, raw materials, whatever we can.”

“Do we join them in declaring war on America?” asked the Emperor and King.

“I don’t believe that would be prudent just yet,” replied Bertchold. “Italy will need a neutral entrepot – a nation whose harbours can be used to get her exports out and bring needed imports in; with Trieste virtually on the Italian border, I can’t think of a better place to serve in that capacity.”

Franz Josef frowned. “You’re asking us to break our alliance ties with Italy?”

“Technically, we have alliance ties with both Italy and France; since France has been attacked - whereas Italy chose war on its own - arguably we are obligated to come to her aid over Italy,” said the Foreign Minister. “I think we are doing about as much as we can do by simply announcing that we don’t want to get between two or our allies, regardless of who started the war. It may not be the most noble position, but it is at least a reasonable one.”

“Privately,” the Count continued, “I think Italy will be satisfied to know that we will assume a very pro-Italian posture in our ‘neutrality’”

Franz Josef sat for a minute, eyeing his Foreign Minister. “You’re afraid of America,” the Habsburg monarch. It was a statement, not a question.

“Yes,” said Bertchold in a matter-of-fact way. “If we join Italy in this war, America will not simply make your removal and the destruction of our monarchy a war aim – they will declare that their goal is to split our country into half a dozen different pieces, and to make each and every one of those fragments an ethnically homogeneous democracy. Imagine how much unrest such an announcement would incite within our borders...”

The ruler raised an eyebrow. “Would they be such fools? Doing that would plunge the entire region into chaos!”

“There are many Serbian nationalists living in America who would tell the U.S. government that that the opposite is true – that the creation of a Serb-dominated ‘Yugoslavia’ would make the region more stable. I suspect America would embrace such a goal if we were to make war upon them.”

“All right, then,” said Franz Josef bitterly. “But we need to make sure that – whatever else happens – we don’t let Italy down. Find every way to assist them to the utmost of our abilities without actually going to war with either France or America.”

Sao Paulo, Brazil

Upon hearing the US's response Secretary Dr. Nilo Peçanha gleamed and poured himself and his guest a drink,

"Excellent, I believe we shall have no problem convincing our own congress aswell to approve the deal, a toast for everlating friendships"

The toast is made and the secretary proceeds to entertain his guest for the rest of the evening, introducing him to some of the most respected men in Brazil, showing him the exotic city of Sao Paulo and having a great time.
Dr. Peçanha then invites the ambassador to speak on a private matter in the study of his home.

"We hear that your nation has declared war on Italy and Spain, although we have formed no opinion on the conflict and its causes and were wondering whether would you be interested in accepting the services of some of our more experienced english fluent millitary officers to help train your army in exchange for allowing some of our less experienced english fluent younger officers to accompany your troops and observe some "on the field" action..."

The Oval Office, Washington, D.C.”The Grand Alliance intervene?” exclaimed President Roosevelt. “I should hope so! France has been attacked by three enemies, and as allies of France, you and all the other members of the Grand Alliance ought to come to their aid. So where is Germany, Mr. Ambassador? Is Germany planning on helping France against Mexico, Spain, and Italy? Are the other members of the Grand Alliance?”

“No, sir,” said T.R., “If the Grand Alliance doesn’t come to the aid of France, I would wonder what Europe was about if that didn’t lead to an even greater outcry than anything we might do. So what of it, Mr. Ambassador?” asked the President point-blank. “Will Germany honour its treaty obligations and join us in declaring war on Mexico, Spain, and Italy?”
''No, we will not,'' replied the German.
''The Grand German Empire beleives that the pen is mightier than the sword, and we have, since the rise of der Führer Mannfred von Richthofen tried to resolve crises peacefully.''
''We will however continue to try and mediate between the belligerents, in accordance to our treaty obligations which dictates that we shall work for peace in Europe and the world. Issuing a declaration of war against Italy, who is a member of the Grand Alliance, Spain, with whom we are also allied, and the Empire of Mexico would be an all to large step, no a giant leap, towards a great war.''

The White House, Washington, D.C.“So what do you think, Phil?” asked President Roosevelt. “Will Germany remain neutral?”

Secretary of State Knox tilted his head back slightly to look at the ceiling. “For now, Mr. President. But we can’t count on them remaining neutral forever. I think that both the Germans and the Austrians are simply waiting for the right moment to jump on France – one in which they can claim that the French have violated international law or their treaty obligations. Of course, there’s a positive aspect to that approach – it means that as long as France can continue to stay the straight and narrow path, those two countries won’t act.”

T.R. nodded. “That leaves us with Britain. The British have made belligerent noises, but are they going to do anything?”

“I don’t know, Mr. President,” said Philander Knox. “And at this point I wouldn’t dare venture a guess.”

IC:
To the United States of America
From the British Empire

We have given you ample warning which you did not heed. Your declaration of war upon our Spanish allies and your support of our enemies leaves me no choice but to respond in kind. While it pains me to ruin our good relationship, The British Empire and the Monarchy that represents must support her allies, and officially issues this declaration of war upon the United States.

OOC:
I wanted to make another posts and to make a news article like all the other fellas, but it’s getting late and I need to get to bed. Maybe tomorrow or something.

The White House, Washington, D.C.President Roosevelt studied the note he’d been handed by the young intern. After a moment, he looked up at the young fellow. “Thank you, Donald,” he said. Then he turned to his Cabinet. Their eyes were upon him, faces expectant. They’ve guessed that this is bad news, he thought.

“Gentlemen, it’s official: Great Britain has issued a declaration of war against us.”

A pall of silence fell about the room. It was a silence that would soon be shared by millions of Americans as the news spread.

Yet this was not a silence borne of shock; it was a silence borne of profound sadness. For the third time it its brief history, the United States of America had been forced to take up arms against her mother country. No one had wanted it to come to this, but nevertheless it had.

But there would be time to mourn later. Action needed to be taken now.

T.R. turned to his Secretary of the Navy, George von Lengerke Meyer. “Are your boys ready to implement Plan Red?”

Meyer nodded. “Yes, Mr. President. We had actually been dusting off both Red and Black over the last few days. Let’s hope that it doesn’t come to a combination of the two.”

“Well, if Phil is right,” said the President, nodding toward Secretary of State Knox, “We’re free of that worry for a little while at least. But that does lead me to ask: where do our initiatives toward Ottawa, Canberra, and Auckland stand?”

Philander Knox forced himself to smile, even though his mood – like everyone else’s – was black following the tragic news from London. “We believe that we’re making progress in all three capitols. We hope for an answer from Ottawa any time now; in the meantime, I have the assurance of the Canadians that they will take no action of any kind without warning us, and for our part we have agreed to do nothing until that warning comes. That means that – in spite of Britain’s action – our borders with Canada remain open and people are free to move both ways.”

“Is that wise?” asked Attorney General Charles Bonaparte. “That gives both Britain and Canada time to infiltrate spies or saboteurs into the country.”

Roosevelt was adamant: “I gave the Canadians my word of honour that we would handle this in a gentlemanly way. I’m not going to risk our relationship with them by acting as though I don’t trust them. Besides,” he said, and at last he cracked a smile, “I have a feeling that the Canadians are going to surprise the folks back in London. You have no idea how hot the French-Canadian press have gotten over Britain’s posture toward France. But now, Phil,” the President continued, looking back at his Secretary of State, “You said that the news coming out of Canberra and Auckland was good as well?”

Secretary Knox smiled slightly again, like a poker player who couldn’t quite conceal his joy at holding a full house. “Yes, it is. Australia and New Zealand aren’t any happier about Britain’s decision than the Canadians. They can see the changes coming in Asia just like we can, and as far as they’re concerned, we’re much more in tune with their interests than any Francophobic Cabinet in London. I expect they’ll follow the Canadian lead and sit this one out. The King will most definitely not be amused.” Chuckles filled the room.

“All right,” said T.R., asserting himself. “Per our earlier agreement, we tell the Canadians that they can have St. Miquelon gratis the minute they declare neutrality – but not one second sooner: I don’t want them to think that it’s a bribe. If Britain threatens them, we offer them an alliance – but again, not a word of this until or unless that happens.”

“As for Brazil, now that our sale of French Guiana has been approved, let’s quietly suggest that they occupy British Guyana as well; they can declare war to do that, or simply place it under ‘protective occupation’, whichever they prefer,” the President said.

“Now, while we’re still on the subject of Brazil, how about this offer of military cooperation the Brazilians have made?” he asked.

The White House, Washington, D.C.The President turned back to Navy Secretary Meyer and his Secretary of War, Henry L. Stimson. “What do you think of this offer the Brazilians have made us?”

George Meyer spoke first. “Mr. President, I don’t think the Navy would have any problem with Brazilian naval officers on deck or even in the wardroom aboard our vessels, in peace or in war; I also think we could easily make room for some Brazilian cadets at Annapolis. We could even spare some officers for service as liaisons with the Brazilian Navy. Bt given the differences in size between our navy and theirs – as well as the fact that our navy is much more advanced than theirs – no offence intended, Mr. President, but that’s just the way it is…” At this, President Roosevelt nodded as his Secretary of the Navy continued: “…Under those circumstances, sir, I doubt that Brazilian naval officers could help much in the training of our sailors or cadets.”

T.R. turned to Secretary Stimson. “How do you feel, Henry?”

Stimson thought for a minute, and then answered. “We could do the same thing as the Navy – have Brazilian officers accompany our troops in the field and serve at headquarters, and we could certainly make room at West Point for some of their cadets; and like the Navy, we could even send officers to work with the Brazilians back home. We could even have some of their higher ranks attend our new Command and General Staff School at Fort Leavenworth - in fact, if you’re thinking that our armies might even end up fighting side-by-side, I believe that would be highly advisable.” Again, the President nodded in acknowledgement. “But I also think, Mr. President, that Brazil could help in the training of our army.” At this, President Roosevelt’s eyebrows rose in surprise.

Stimson, noting the President’s reaction, continued: “Thanks to our ROTC program, we have all the Army officers we could ever hope for – but non-commissioned officers are another matter. Training a large army – and we’re going to need the largest army this nation has ever raised – that will take every non-com we can lay our hands on. You can never have too many NCO’s at boot camp. Never in a million years.”

“So you want me to tell the Brazilians to send us all the non-commissioned officers we can spare?” aaked T.R. There was no reticence in his voice: Secretary Stimson had made a solid argument in favour of his position.

“Every one they can find who speaks English well enough to do the job,” the Secretary of War replied. “And if they want to teach more of their non-coms English, that’s fine by me.”

President Roosevelt turned to his Secretary of State. “There’s your answer, Phil: we’ll take their liaison officers, observers, cadets, and especially their Army non-coms with all the thanks you can give them.”

The White House, Washington, D.C“Before we get to a discussion of grand strategy,” said Secretary Knox, “I want to know what we’re going to do if Japan moves against Germany’s Pacific Ocean colonies?”

There was silence for a few minutes. Finally, Henry Stimson spoke. “Would it be possible to secure an agreement from Germany not to use those colonies as military bases against Japan?”

“I doubt we could get them to agree to that,” said George Meyer, slowly shaking his head. “Tsingtao is under siege and it’s likely to fall before relief can arrive. If Germany wants to do more than just funnel arms and volunteers to China, they’re going to need those bases.”

“I don’t want the Japanese getting their hands on those German islands,” said T.R. gruffly. “That would put us in to difficult a position.”

“Maybe we could offer the Japanese cash for any Germany colonies they take,” offered Philander Knox.

“Wouldn’t that be tantamount to encouraging them to take the colonies?” asked Attorney General Charles Bonaparte. “Germany could well see it that way.”

“We could take the colonies away from Germany before the Japanese do,” mused Navy Secretary Meyer.

“That would be even worse than encouraging the Japanese to take them ‘for us’,” responded Bonaparte.

“O.K., here’s what we do,” said President Roosevelt. “We ask the Germans to refrain from using them. When that fails – if it fails, but my hopes aren’t very high that it won’t – well, we’ll decide if we want to ‘encourage’ the Japanese to take them, or simply move in ourselves. Maybe we can use the same ‘protective custody’ excuse we’ve suggested that Brazil use for British Guyana, and then we pay them compensation later.”

The French governement orders the mobilisation of 200 000 tirailleurs sénégalais in its West African colonies. The volonteers will receive a 200 Francs bonus, while all the soldiers will benefit upon discharge of tax exemptions and French citizenship under certain conditions.

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The French Republic calls upon its Muslim subjects of Algeria and Tunisia to join the army. All the volonteers will no longer be subjected to the code de l’indigénat and will be naturalised as French citizens. The new recruits will be attached to colonel Mangin's tirailleurs sénégalais. In view of his experience in working with colonial troops, the colonel is to be promoted to brigadeer general.

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The 4% income tax is to be increased to 6% in all the French teritories in order to support the war effort. We urge our citizens to accept this temporary sacrifice for the general good of our country. The new tax will be implemented on the 1st of the next month.

Bogie, check the OOC thread.

Martinique, the West IndiesThe former French governor of Martinique invited the American colonel into his office.

“I’m glad you’re here,” said Fernand Foureau, “Although I admit I’m still having some difficulty getting used to the idea of being an American citizen.”

“I understand that it will take some time,” the Marine officer said softly with the sonorous drawl of a well educated South Carolinian. “Which is why the first thing I’ve been instructed to do is to ask both you and your government to stay on – as the new American territorial government. We need you – both your new country and your old one.”

Governor Foureau did not hesitate. “I accept,” he said with a smile, “And I am sure that my people will do likewise.”

“Good,” said the colonel. “Now, the next thing we need to do is organise a defence force. Is there a local militia?”

“The Territorials, yes Monsieur Colonel. They are already mobilised as part of the recent call-up.”

“Excellent,” the Marine replied. “I need to meet with their commanders. For the moment, we’ll still call them Territorials, but technically we’re adding them to our order of battle as part of the National Guard.”

“Garde Nationale,” he mused. “You know, the militia were called that in Napoleon’s day. I don’t think they’ll mind. May I offer you a glass of cognac and a cigar.”

“If you don’t mind,” drawled the American, “I’ll take the cigar but pass on the cognac for the moment – I’m still on duty.”

The Governor smiled. “I like your professionalism, but then I have heard much of you Marines.” He lit the colonel’s cigar and then his own. “I can’t guarantee that we have that much to offer you to assist in Martinique’s defence – the colony has been taken and retaken many times down through history – but what we have is yours.”

“Thank you, Monsieur Governor,” the Marine colonel replied. “But now I’d like to move on to something else. The President and several leaders of Congress understand Martinique’s strong historical ties to France. Therefore, once we have met the defensive needs of this island – and secured some additional people as interpreters, translators, and language instructors for our Army and Navy – we are more than willing to begin to recruit a volunteer corps to join the French Army in defence of France itself. Do you think the people of these islands will want to do that?”

Foureau was startled at the unexpected suggestion, but when he had fully grasped what was being offered, he smiled broadly. “Monsieur,” he said with obvious delight, “Martinique is in love with France and vice versa. If you are willing to let us serve her under le tricolore, then I believe you will win the heart of Martinique as well. All I ask is that, once I have helped you find a suitable replacement, I be permitted to be the first to join.”

The Southerner smiled and nodded appreciatively. “A patriot in two countries … I’ll miss having you here to work with me, but I would be delighted to honour your request.”

Rio de Janeiro, Brazil
"NCO's, eh?" Remarked the president, "well, they could use them and the exprience our officers will get, and not to mention the closer relations, is welcome"

"But your exellency, we need those to train up the army if the enemy decides to invade then we would be at a disadvantage!"

"On the contarary, They would be at an equel disadvantage for we are overseas and a campaign against us would have mean:
1-Defeating France to free up the resorces.
2-Getting past the combined French, Brazillian and American navy.
3-Preforming an amphibious landing."

"So we are to send our NCO's??"

"Absolutely" the president thought for a moment, "and Ernesto, tell the vice president to go on a state visit to Washington to discuss our part in the up coming conflict"

"Verywell your excellency"

There are some who would consider this bump to be... unnatural.

The White House, Washington, D.C.The door opened and a White House aide ushered a small bevy of Army and Navy officers into the room. They were led by a moustachioed man of advanced age, wearing the dress whites of a United States Navy flag officer. This was Admiral of the Navy George Dewey, at 74 the nation’s foremost surviving war hero and – presently – chairman of the Joint Army-Navy Planning Board.

Accompanying Dewey were a Brigadier General and a Rear Admiral, the heads of the Army and Naval War Colleges, respectively. These sat to either side of the snowy-haired Admiral, flanked by their aides; other junior officers took seats in the corner of the room. On Dewey’s “Army” side, a few seats further down, a Major General took his seat. This was Leonard Wood, Army Chief of Staff.

T.R. scowled. There should have been a senior Navy officer as well, a Chief of Naval Operations whose position in the Navy hierarchy would correspond to that of General Wood. Sadly, there was not; political infighting between different factions at the Department of the Navy had prevented such an appointment from being made. I will have to make George Meyer crack some heads over there and get his people a CNO, he mused. We’re not going to get very far without one.

The President took a sip of water and began. “Up until now, most of you have not played a role in war planning. Now that we are at war, however, I want each of you to be aware of what’s going on; I also want your reactions to the things we’re considering. The more eyes and ears looking over our plans, the more likely we are to find any mistakes,” he said. “Just make sure that what gets discussed here stays here.” That triggered nervous laughter. No one had thought a great deal about espionage, but with so many Anglo-American ties having been forged over the last several years, there would certainly be plenty of opportunity for it in the days to come.

“I’m sure you’ve all heard of Admiral Dewey,” Roosevelt said, nodding toward the famous Admiral at the other end of the table. “As head of the Planning Board, he and the top personnel at our Army and Navy War Colleges have been studying possible wars against almost every conceivable foe you could imagine. I want the Admiral to brief us all on those of our pre-war plans that pertain to the present situation.”

With that, George Dewey took over. “For a number of years, we have used colour codes to denote various countries, and named the war plans involving those countries accordingly. In all of these plans, we’re ‘Blue’. Britain is ‘Red’, Germany ‘Black’, Russia ‘Purple’, Italy ‘Silver’, France ‘Gold’, Mexico ‘Green’, Spain ‘Olive’, Portugal ‘Lemon’, Brazil ‘Citron’, Canada ‘Crimson’, Australia ‘Scarlet’, New Zealand ‘Garnet’, India ‘Ruby’, China ‘Yellow’, and Japan ‘Orange’. There are also some plans in which we consider the possible occupation of various territories, usually because their mother countries have fallen to an enemy power and we want to keep those lands out of hostile hands – or colonial rebellions, either on the part of one our possessions, or the part of an enemy’s. These don’t fit the colour scheme implied above – where all the shades of red are British dependencies or where all Spanish-speaking countries are shades of green, for instance. Examples include ‘Indigo’ for the occupation of Iceland following a German or Russian invasion of Denmark, ‘Gray’ following the fall of Portugal to Spain, ‘Brown’ for a Filipino uprising, ‘Tan’ for one in Cuba, and ‘Emerald’ for a rebellion by the Irish against British rule.”

“Is there a ‘White’?” asked Treasury Secretary Franklin MacVeagh. There was an uneasy silence in the room for a moment. “I just noticed that colour was missing. You have a ‘Black’, but not a ‘White’.”

Dewey looked at President Roosevelt. The President nodded.

“Yes,” the Admiral said slowly. “There is a ‘White’. In the greater scheme of things, ‘White’ is the colour we use to denote a domestic insurgency.”

T.R. spoke up before another moment of troubled silence could emerge, addressing a rhetorical question to Dewey. “You say the war plans that the Planning Board has developed are named after these countries, right? So ‘Plan Green’ is the plan for a war with Mexico and ‘Plan Red’ the one for a war with Britain, right?”

The Admiral nodded again. “Yes, Mr. President,” he replied. And now let’s pray that nobody asks if there’s a ‘Plan Blue’, Dewey mused, and as this thought crossed his mind, he could see that it was shared by the President. “Plan Blue”, after all, was the plan to topple a U.S. government that had decided to scrap the Constitution and set itself up as a dictatorship; T.R. knew about it, and in fact had even endorsed its development, believing that, while he would never toss aside Mr. Madison’s grand document, there was no guarantee that future Presidents or Congresses would be so devoted to the country's oldest and dearest institutions. “Of course,” he continued, “This begs the question of what happens when we have multiple opponents – or allies as we have in France. In that event,” Dewey continued, “We have what the Planning Board calls a ‘Rainbow’”.

“So technically,” interjected Attorney General Charles Bonaparte, “Our current situation is a ‘Green-Olive-Silver-Red Rainbow’?”

Admiral Dewey smiled. “We would describe it as ‘Blue and Gold vs. Green, Olive, Silver, and Red’ – but yes, that’s pretty much the size of it.”

“So what war plans do we have that handle a ‘Rainbow’ of this nature?” asked T.R.

“With Canada – ‘Crimson’ – neutral, our current situation actually resembles quite of few of the war plans involving Germany – a ‘Green-Black Rainbow’, if you will. In those scenarios, the Navy focuses on the defence of the Caribbean while the Army concentrates on fighting Mexico,” answered the Admiral of the Navy.

“Well, then, I imagine we should start with General Wood, because he’s going to have the job of stopping the Mexicans along the Southwest frontier,” said the President. “General?”

Chapultepec Palace, Mexico CityAgustín de Iturbide y Green awoke with a scream.

He was bathed in sweat.

The nightmares had been getting progressively worse. He shuddered. I don’t have time, he thought, to linger on the past.

He rose, splashed water from a golden basin on his face, took a washcloth and towel his servants had obediently placed next to it and quickly removed any trace of his night’s discomfort. He could have easily asked his servants to assist him, but ever since his dreams had begun to touch on things he didn’t want to think about, he had insisted in taking care of it himself. It’s bad enough that they can hear my cries, he thought. I’m sure that the palace gossip has spread that around. Best that they not see how I look when I awaken from these terrors.

Once he had donned his gown and pulled his hair into some semblance of order, he rang the bell to summon his dressers. No sense in even trying to get back to sleep, he thought. Once his night was ruined, it was ruined. He had might as well get on with the day’s tasks.

Yet, as his was dressed, he could not help but notice the darkness under his eyes and the lines on his brow. These d_mn_d “memories” are killing me, Agustín mused. I only hope that I can achieve my holy mission before God takes me.

As usual, he ate breakfast over the morning papers, which had nothing of value to report; that was, however, no change from the usual. Between breakfast and the morning meeting with his War Cabinet, he went over several of the reports that had been set aside for his perusal.

Mobilisation was proceeding as well as could be expected, but there were shortages of everything from draft animals to tents to ammunition. This last point bothered him a great deal; although he had done everything he could to procure sufficient stocks, his nation was still woefully short; the only consolation was that America had even lower ammunition stocks than he did.

Of greater concern was the question of where additional supplies of ammunition could be found. He expected the infernal Americans to attempt to blockade his coasts, which would make life very difficult indeed. Nor was he sure that Great Britain could sweep the United States Navy from the seas fast enough to prevent the inevitable pinch this would cause. He would have to answer the Yankee blockade by extending his coasts on both shores – which meant advancing into Central America.

Of course, that had been something he had been planning all along, so his having to do it a few years earlier was merely an annoyance.

Allies would help. To that end, he wrote a note to his Foreign Minister:Approach the Colombians. Remind them that America stole Panama from them and tell them we are prepared to assist them in winning it back. As for the Canal, once this war is over there will be plenty of British and German money to finish its construction.Finishing the note, he had a messenger whisk it away to the Foreign Ministry. He then resumed reading the reports before him.

After a bit, Agustín II glanced at his pocket watch. It was 9:30 AM; he rose to prepare for his Cabinet meeting, and as he did so, an aide knocked softly and – upon Agustín’s acknowledgement - entered his study.

“Your Highness,” he said, presenting a note. It was on diplomatic stationery.

What now? he thought.

He opened the letter and scanned it. His frown became a broad smile.

Perhaps we shall win this war after all, he mused, relishing the thought.

"What is that?" wondered an old man as he watched the large trail of dust that was closing in on the village.

"Probably the worktruck"

"Ha! Miguel's truck couldn't go that fast, maybe it's one of those tourists"

"It's a millitary truck!"

Indeed it was, as it drove into the village it stopped at the centre the villagers all gathered around it, a fierce looking seargent stepped out,

"ATENÇÃO! By the order of his exellency presidente Hermes Fonseca, all reserve troops are to be mobillised, all men able to bear arms are to report to their nearest training centres to be trained for the service of their country, only-childs, invalids and the elderly are to produce their papers to give proof for their status.

The following will board the truck immediately to be taken to the training centre:
Jose' Martiniz
Tulio Esmeraldo....

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Main Military Headquarters, Rio de Janeiro

"Meu General?"

"Yes, Coronel?"

"I would like to report that mobillisation is going as planned we crrently have 60,000 mobillised reserves and 30,000 troops in training on a spontaneous training program, We expect them to be ready by the end of the next month, here are the perlemanary reports sir"

"Excellent, you are dismissed"

"Yes Sir!"

General Carvalho reached for his phone on his desk, "Hello, Major? send a message to the American embasy containing documents which you shall recieve shortly, critical priority"

"Yes, Sir!"