Good to see not al are bowing to the traitors.
ps Dunfermline isn't a major port, its not even on the coast.
ps Dunfermline isn't a major port, its not even on the coast.
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The following events took place January 26th, 1943, Liverpool, England
A massive demonstration was making it’s way through the small, irregular streets of Liverpool, moving towards the Town Hall. Consisting of over 40.000 participants, the demonstration was one of the largest Pact strikes to date. socialists, conservatives, imperialists: The mob was the whole world united for one goal, capitalists shouldering up with coal mine workers in hopes of occupying the Town Hall and depose the newly instated Fascist mayor of Liverpool. One of the men attending was Jones Verloc, a 35-year old lawyer from Southport, whose father, a retired Navy Admiral, had been arrested for so-called “contrarevolutionary actions”. In reality, the Lancastrians were systematically attempting to find and disable all retired and active Royal Navy personnel, the branch of the army which had the highest number of Pact Loyalists. His father had been hauled off to a prison somewhere in Northern Ireland, and he had been unable to find him.
As the mob passed Seaforth, the man looked out to sea. At the horizon he could see the silhouettes of the battleships and carriers of Fleet Admiral Noble’s 3rd Fleet. Distant pounds and bursts of light signaled that the battleships were firing, the shells impacting on the sea. The Free Fleet Admirals had summoned the British population to rise up against the Lancastrian conspiracy, and randomly bombarded port exits, scaring all ships attempting to break through back into docks. The psychological effect was tremendous: As the mob passed, a small merchant ship exiting the port was caught in a massive bombardment, eventually exploding and breaking into two before sinking. The mob became hysterical, firing their weapons into the air and shouting at the sinking ship. “Long live the Free Fleets, defenders of the Channel Pact! Death to the Lancastrian Opressors!”
After a while the mob had reached Great Howard Street, the armed fraction of the mob taking point, united in crude but effective frontline formations. This day would later be known as the Liverpool Uprising
Partisans of the Liverpool Uprising, headed towards the Town Hall
The mob suddenly stopped moving 150 yards from the Town Hall. Verloc made his way to the front of the mass to see what had happened. The sight before him shocked him severely.
At the end of the street, a large Army blockade had been set up, with three dozens of soldiers standing behind the barricades, their rifles aimed at the mob. Two Six-Pounder cannons had been set up at both sides of the roadblock.
The general leading the blockade looked at the pathetic mob before him. Partisans. Weak and feeble minds. They would b easy to overcome. He took a megaphone
“I order you to disperse”
The mob stood silently, refusing to answer.
“I am General Brown of the British Army, and I order you to disperse”
The mob remained silent. A single voice echoed from the back, yelling “Freedom to the people! Long live the Channel Pact!”. The mob roared and raised their fists.
The general was getting unnerved.
“Disperse now, or you will be annihilated. We are more organised and superiorly armed. Don’t be fools. Disperse now and return to your homes at once”
The mob refused to move, instead beginning to hum and beat the ground with rythmic thuds. The soldiers guarding the barricades shuffled around, not sure what they had to do. The general came down from the barricades, and raised his megaphone towards his troops.
“If the mob has not dispersed by the count of five, I order you to open fire. One”
The countdown had begun. The mob continued their rythmic humming, now shouting freedom at each count.
“Two”
“Freedom”
“Three”
“Freedom!”
“Four”
“FREEDOM!”
“FIVE!”
The mob lunged forward towards the barricades, thrusted by blind anger, and the soldiers immediately opened fire. The two cannons fired in unison and tore the street open, killing several demonstrants. A second salvo from the cannons made a series of houses collapse, the ruins providing cover for the rebels of which they made good use. No matter how many partisans the soldiers were able to kill, for each one that fell four more followed in his wake. Soon, the mob had reached the barricade, firing up Molotov cocktails and lunging them over the walls. The firebombs erupted and caused widespread panic among the soldiers, many of which routed towards the Town Hall.
The General saw some of his soldiers attempting to flee, and immediately grabbed his pistol, firing it at the routing privates, killing several of his own men in the process.
“Cowards! Weak, spineless fools! Come back and fight!”
General Brown turned back towards the barricade and stared down the barrel of a Lee-Enfield.
The Partisans had scaled the barricade and were now firing at the routing soldiers. The cannon crews had been knocked out, and the rebels were now turning the cannons towards the town hall to use them against the army. Fortunately, the General was not a man untrained in close quarter combat. He dove to the side, disarmed his enemy, and knocked him out with the butt of his own rifle. Three partisans saw the general, and came running towards him. Brown aimed and fired his pistol, producing little more than four dry clicks. He was out of ammo.
The partisans aimed and fired. General Brown was hit three times in the chest and died instantly, falling over like a bundle of rags.
The mob was in ecstasy. Cheering and firing their weapons in the air, they moved towards the Town Hall to end the Lancastrian joke. A massive firefight ensued, the captured cannons pounding the Town Hall into oblivion. Verloc, who was standing on the barricades, however, did not pay attention to the firefight in front of him. Instead, he was concentrated on an odd sound he was hearing. A high, sharp, whistling sound. He looked at the horizon with his binoculars, and saw several trails of smoke rising into the air, originating from the opposing river bank. He dropped his binoculars, the glass shattering when they hit the ground.
“Oh god”. The whistling sound became louder and louder
Verloc raised his hands in terror and yelled “ARTILLERY! FIND COVER!”, and was then blown away in the first explosion.
After hearing the report that the forward barricade had fallen, and that the town hall was under siege, elements of the 18th Royal Artillery, stationed with 16-pounder long range artillery guns at Seacombe, commenced a massive bombardment of the town center of Liverpool. The bombardment lasted for half an hour, and completely demolished the Town Hall and the area surrounding it. Over 4.000 armed partisans were killed, along with the entire Town Council, and over 150 soldiers defending the Town Hall. The uprising immediately shattered and fled, but the psychological effect of the bombardment was enormous.
It became known as the Liverpool Massacre. The final drop to flood the bucket. Violence exploded in the United Kingdom: Reactionary Pactists formed armed mobs, attacking and terrorising government officials, kidnapping Lancastrian politicians, occupying town halls and blowing up railroads and other public transit. The weak and destabilised Lancastrian government attempted to surpress the contrarevolution by declaring martial law and occupying all mayor cities, but soon their armies had been defeated by the partisans, massive firefights breaking loose over the entire island. England was burning.
In Germany, Hitler sent 25 SS-Divisions across the Channel to help surpress the contrarevolution, but they were intercepted: The Free Fleets attacked the transport fleet while traversing the channel, and only 2 divisions made it to the English coast alive. The contrarevolution seemed unstoppable, as Pact militants, now dubbed the Yorkists, in reference to the War of the Roses crashed with Lancastrian loyalists all across the British Isles.
The Second War of the Roses had Begun.
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The following events took place January 26th, 1943, Liverpool, England
A massive demonstration was making it’s way through the small, irregular streets of Liverpool, moving towards the Town Hall. Consisting of over 40.000 participants, the demonstration was one of the largest Pact strikes to date. socialists, conservatives, imperialists: The mob was the whole world united for one goal, capitalists shouldering up with coal mine workers in hopes of occupying the Town Hall and depose the newly instated Fascist mayor of Liverpool. One of the men attending was Jones Verloc, a 35-year old lawyer from Southport, whose father, a retired Navy Admiral, had been arrested for so-called “contrarevolutionary actions”. In reality, the Lancastrians were systematically attempting to find and disable all retired and active Royal Navy personnel, the branch of the army which had the highest number of Pact Loyalists. His father had been hauled off to a prison somewhere in Northern Ireland, and he had been unable to find him.
As the mob passed Seaforth, the man looked out to sea. At the horizon he could see the silhouettes of the battleships and carriers of Fleet Admiral Noble’s 3rd Fleet. Distant pounds and bursts of light signaled that the battleships were firing, the shells impacting on the sea. The Free Fleet Admirals had summoned the British population to rise up against the Lancastrian conspiracy, and randomly bombarded port exits, scaring all ships attempting to break through back into docks. The psychological effect was tremendous: As the mob passed, a small merchant ship exiting the port was caught in a massive bombardment, eventually exploding and breaking into two before sinking. The mob became hysterical, firing their weapons into the air and shouting at the sinking ship. “Long live the Free Fleets, defenders of the Channel Pact! Death to the Lancastrian Opressors!”
After a while the mob had reached Great Howard Street, the armed fraction of the mob taking point, united in crude but effective frontline formations. This day would later be known as the Liverpool Uprising
The mob suddenly stopped moving 150 yards from the Town Hall. Verloc made his way to the front of the mass to see what had happened. The sight before him shocked him severely.
At the end of the street, a large Army blockade had been set up, with three dozens of soldiers standing behind the barricades, their rifles aimed at the mob. Two Six-Pounder cannons had been set up at both sides of the roadblock.
The general leading the blockade looked at the pathetic mob before him. Partisans. Weak and feeble minds. They would b easy to overcome. He took a megaphone
“I order you to disperse”
The mob stood silently, refusing to answer.
“I am General Brown of the British Army, and I order you to disperse”
The mob remained silent. A single voice echoed from the back, yelling “Freedom to the people! Long live the Channel Pact!”. The mob roared and raised their fists.
The general was getting unnerved.
“Disperse now, or you will be annihilated. We are more organised and superiorly armed. Don’t be fools. Disperse now and return to your homes at once”
The mob refused to move, instead beginning to hum and beat the ground with rythmic thuds. The soldiers guarding the barricades shuffled around, not sure what they had to do. The general came down from the barricades, and raised his megaphone towards his troops.
“If the mob has not dispersed by the count of five, I order you to open fire. One”
The countdown had begun. The mob continued their rythmic humming, now shouting freedom at each count.
“Two”
“Freedom”
“Three”
“Freedom!”
“Four”
“FREEDOM!”
“FIVE!”
The mob lunged forward towards the barricades, thrusted by blind anger, and the soldiers immediately opened fire. The two cannons fired in unison and tore the street open, killing several demonstrants. A second salvo from the cannons made a series of houses collapse, the ruins providing cover for the rebels of which they made good use. No matter how many partisans the soldiers were able to kill, for each one that fell four more followed in his wake. Soon, the mob had reached the barricade, firing up Molotov cocktails and lunging them over the walls. The firebombs erupted and caused widespread panic among the soldiers, many of which routed towards the Town Hall.
The General saw some of his soldiers attempting to flee, and immediately grabbed his pistol, firing it at the routing privates, killing several of his own men in the process.
“Cowards! Weak, spineless fools! Come back and fight!”
General Brown turned back towards the barricade and stared down the barrel of a Lee-Enfield.
The Partisans had scaled the barricade and were now firing at the routing soldiers. The cannon crews had been knocked out, and the rebels were now turning the cannons towards the town hall to use them against the army. Fortunately, the General was not a man untrained in close quarter combat. He dove to the side, disarmed his enemy, and knocked him out with the butt of his own rifle. Three partisans saw the general, and came running towards him. Brown aimed and fired his pistol, producing little more than four dry clicks. He was out of ammo.
The partisans aimed and fired. General Brown was hit three times in the chest and died instantly, falling over like a bundle of rags.
The mob was in ecstasy. Cheering and firing their weapons in the air, they moved towards the Town Hall to end the Lancastrian joke. A massive firefight ensued, the captured cannons pounding the Town Hall into oblivion. Verloc, who was standing on the barricades, however, did not pay attention to the firefight in front of him. Instead, he was concentrated on an odd sound he was hearing. A high, sharp, whistling sound. He looked at the horizon with his binoculars, and saw several trails of smoke rising into the air, originating from the opposing river bank. He dropped his binoculars, the glass shattering when they hit the ground.
“Oh god”. The whistling sound became louder and louder
Verloc raised his hands in terror and yelled “ARTILLERY! FIND COVER!”, and was then blown away in the first explosion.
After hearing the report that the forward barricade had fallen, and that the town hall was under siege, elements of the 18th Royal Artillery, stationed with 16-pounder long range artillery guns at Seacombe, commenced a massive bombardment of the town center of Liverpool. The bombardment lasted for half an hour, and completely demolished the Town Hall and the area surrounding it. Over 4.000 armed partisans were killed, along with the entire Town Council, and over 150 soldiers defending the Town Hall. The uprising immediately shattered and fled, but the psychological effect of the bombardment was enormous.
It became known as the Liverpool Massacre. The final drop to flood the bucket. Violence exploded in the United Kingdom: Reactionary Pactists formed armed mobs, attacking and terrorising government officials, kidnapping Lancastrian politicians, occupying town halls and blowing up railroads and other public transit. The weak and destabilised Lancastrian government attempted to surpress the contrarevolution by declaring martial law and occupying all mayor cities, but soon their armies had been defeated by the partisans, massive firefights breaking loose over the entire island. England was burning.
In Germany, Hitler sent 25 SS-Divisions across the Channel to help surpress the contrarevolution, but they were intercepted: The Free Fleets attacked the transport fleet while traversing the channel, and only 2 divisions made it to the English coast alive. The contrarevolution seemed unstoppable, as Pact militants, now dubbed the Yorkists, in reference to the War of the Roses crashed with Lancastrian loyalists all across the British Isles.
The Second War of the Roses had Begun.
Awesome update. I like how you made the Pact the good guys while in reality they all seem to be bastards
Are the Yorkists writting these rhymes, perchance?
Now is the winter of our discontent
Made glorious butcher by this son of b****;
Oh Winnie, shame on you. Bombing your own people...
Now is the winter of our discontent
Made glorious butcher by this son of b****;
Oh Winnie, shame on you. Bombing your own people...
Sorry guys, no update today: I had an exposition to do, and I just spent 13 hours walking around explaining my theme, so I'm dog-tired and I still have work to do. I'll post a triple update tomorrow if I can, but this is a pretty busy weekend
-Vincent, Totally Random Productions
PS: Oh, here's a picture of the expo and some work of mine. Theme was "Propaganda"
Apparently the great Enet screwed up colours, but hell, I'm tired. Cheers
-Vincent, Totally Random Productions
PS: Oh, here's a picture of the expo and some work of mine. Theme was "Propaganda"
Apparently the great Enet screwed up colours, but hell, I'm tired. Cheers
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Randomisten aller landen verenig U.
Are you making propaganda for Total Random products?
Are you making propaganda for Total Random products?
Randomisten aller landen verenig U.
Are you making propaganda for Total Random products?
Not really, my theme ('Randomism') has nothing to do with TRP, but my art is a satire on ideology, hence that i have dubbed it Randomism The gas mask is something that does come back in the TRP logo though, because, tbh, it was just lying around at the time that we were thinking about what to take as logo. In the end, Laurence grabbed a hat and a broom, I put on a British gas mask and a suit, we posed like two idiots, and a logo was born
(It is also undisputable proof that we are separate entities)
(The posters say 'Randomists of the world, Unite!' and 'A man of the people' respectively)
-Vincent, Totally Random Productions
Hold on a second ... I just realized that there were 2 people using your account Laurence and Vincent.
Whoa this is too much for me mates So its Vincent who keeps posting here and Laurence who PM'ed me ? I'm incredibly astonished right now lol
Whoa this is too much for me mates
So its Vincent who keeps posting here and Laurence who PM'ed me ? I'm incredibly astonished right now lol
Hold on a second ... I just realized that there were 2 people using your account Laurence and Vincent.
Whoa this is too much for me mates
The essence of a co-op AAR is indeed that there are at least two human players
. I (Vincent) handle most of the updates yes, anything I say relating just to me (Vincent) will be signed with Vincent, anything Laurence says relating to Laurence will be signed with Laurence. Common messages we just sign with "-Vincent and Laurence, Totally Random Productions". Sometimes we forget to sign our messages with our appriopriate names, so we'll be sure to do that more often in the future . And I'm tired, so now I'm really hitting the hay.-Vincent, Totally Random Productions
I knew that you were 2 seperate people but I always thought only one of you logged on to the forums(Vincent) . I just realized that some signatures are different !
update time!
Chapter IX: The war of the Roses
Two Pact Loyalists man an armed position in Newcastle Upon tyne. The symbolic white helmets were a reference to the House of York, and many militants even wore crudely stitched white roses on their jackets to symbolise their commitment to ending the Lancastrian conspirators.
As the battle raged on in England, Germany remained relatively peacefull. A large-scale censorship campaign by the SS and gestapo has made Hitler’s covert revolution a succes, and a large part of the German population wasn’t aware of the change of power. Soon however, it became clear that the NSDAP could not hold the lid on the pot too long: News of widespread violence and chaos on the British Isles quickly crossed the Channel, and troop movements were becoming increasingly hectic, the standard Wehrmacht operating under stubborn generals refusing to commit to Hitler, while the SS marched to secure the domination of the Lancaster House and, more importantly, the Nazi party.
Hitler became aware that most of the standard Wehrmacht generals had turned to a facility in Berlin other than the newly appointed Chief of Staff, namely the Channel Pact Surpreme Command, stationed in the Prussian Military Academy. There, two stubborn Pact loyal generals had set up a small military command of their own, assisted by several British generals who were mostly unable to reach their own armies because of the turmoil across the Channel. These two men were also known as Claus Schenk von Stauffenberg, and Field Marshall Erwin Rommel, two high-ranking officers in the Wehrmacht. Hitler had made up his mind: In order to place the rest of the army under his control, this bulwark of Pact Loyalism had to be destroyed.
In order to complete this task, the 47th “Einheit” SS Battallion was detached and ordered to attack the Military Academy. In the night from January 29 to January 30, the attack on the Prussian Military Academy, known as Operation Spearhead, began.
German half-tracks and infantry advance towards the Military Academy, in an attempt to consolidate nazi rule over the Third Reich
We refuse to go back to the depths of page 2!
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Chapter IX: The war of the Roses
Two Pact Loyalists man an armed position in Newcastle Upon tyne. The symbolic white helmets were a reference to the House of York, and many militants even wore crudely stitched white roses on their jackets to symbolise their commitment to ending the Lancastrian conspirators.
As the battle raged on in England, Germany remained relatively peacefull. A large-scale censorship campaign by the SS and gestapo has made Hitler’s covert revolution a succes, and a large part of the German population wasn’t aware of the change of power. Soon however, it became clear that the NSDAP could not hold the lid on the pot too long: News of widespread violence and chaos on the British Isles quickly crossed the Channel, and troop movements were becoming increasingly hectic, the standard Wehrmacht operating under stubborn generals refusing to commit to Hitler, while the SS marched to secure the domination of the Lancaster House and, more importantly, the Nazi party.
Hitler became aware that most of the standard Wehrmacht generals had turned to a facility in Berlin other than the newly appointed Chief of Staff, namely the Channel Pact Surpreme Command, stationed in the Prussian Military Academy. There, two stubborn Pact loyal generals had set up a small military command of their own, assisted by several British generals who were mostly unable to reach their own armies because of the turmoil across the Channel. These two men were also known as Claus Schenk von Stauffenberg, and Field Marshall Erwin Rommel, two high-ranking officers in the Wehrmacht. Hitler had made up his mind: In order to place the rest of the army under his control, this bulwark of Pact Loyalism had to be destroyed.
In order to complete this task, the 47th “Einheit” SS Battallion was detached and ordered to attack the Military Academy. In the night from January 29 to January 30, the attack on the Prussian Military Academy, known as Operation Spearhead, began.
German half-tracks and infantry advance towards the Military Academy, in an attempt to consolidate nazi rule over the Third Reich
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I know that it can be confusing, we will have to use our signature more I guess
-Laurence
Hitler should take care if some colonel named Heinz calls to his door, I would guess.
I would except the Academy to be empty by this point...
At this point, Pact Loyalists in Germany are in a tight spot: They're being hunted down by the Gestapo and SS, so many well-known German generals (who were nationalistic militarists, but not nazis) who do not agree with the NSDAP are currently in hiding, or have fled to the Academy, which remains a bulwark of Pact intelligence/logistics.
In the story, you can clearly see that, while the Third Reich is in considerably better shape than the UK (total civil war), there are resistance groups and Pact loyalists spread everywhere around Europe, but they cannot begin a counterrevolution as the population is largely unaware of the change of power atm (Hitler was Fuhrer before the Roses Revolution, and he is still Fuhrer after it. Average Hanz in the street just believes that there is a civil war in England and that Mosley, De Nil and Van Geyte are all dead.)
-Vincent, Totally Random Productions
Here's the update everyone was anticipating . Oh, don't forget to join the Channel pact Reader's Group!
The following events took place January 29, 1943, Berlin, Germany
“Sir, you better come see this!”
Field Marshall Montgomery hated it when people woke him. Especially when this occured in the middle of the night. He climbed out of his bunk gnarling and yawning, and put on his boots. The scout pulling his sleeve was obviously excited.
“What is it, lieutenant?”
“Sir, you have to come to the observation post. Trouble’s on the way.”
Neglectantly, Montgomery followed the youg lieutenant, grabbing his pistol and his beret in the process.
Montgomery observed the tedious activity within the Academy as they walked through it’s many corridors. The past weeks, the Channel Pact Surpreme HQ had transformed from a boring office of logistics and planning into something that looked more like a heavily armed and besieged fortress: Each door was flanked by two guards, and machinegun posts had been set up in every corner. Regular patrols, consisting of both British and German soldiers, moved from observation tower to observation tower, scaling the grounds and checking the ID of everyone they encountered, making sure no Lancastrian spies could infiltrate the building.
Montgomery and the lieutenant passed Logistics&Communication, which basically was a crudely erected Forward HQ, linking to a makeshift barracks where the men could get some rest. A large tactical map of berlin had been pasted on the wall, with the Military Academy in the center. In front of it were a couple of generals discussing about defensive tactics, occasionally stopping to make a few markings on the map. Montgomery faintly heard a part of their conversation while moving past.
“I’m telling you, Defence-in-depth! Elastic defensive tactics are best in a tight urban warfare situation! They come through the front gate, we move back to the second courtyard while peperring them, and them lock them in with a second attack from the back: They’ll be trapped like rats!”
“Defence-in-depth? Are you an idiot?! Retreating just isn’t an option when you only have this much spread to fight from!” The general drew a few frantic symbols on the map, apparently representing an attacking force and defence strongpoints “I say we just bunker ourselves up, hit them with everything we have and fight untill the last man”
“Are you trying to get us killed? You know that...”
Montgomery and the lieutenant moved on, past several tables completely stacked with telegraphs, short-wave radios and transmission equipment. A team of 24 technicians was working around the clock, attempting to contact all army generals in the area. Most of the Wehrmacht’s officers weren’t too pleased with Hitler his new politics, and many simply garissoned their troops, refusing to listen to the Fuhrer’s orders. The Surpreme Command was attempting to unite them in one place to be able to strike at the Hitler-loyal SS divisions and take control of Berlin. On the East Front, the mayor leaders had refused to cease the offensive, and ignored the ceasefire imposed by the Lancastrian governments. Regardless of government or leader, the Wehrmacht fought on. Montgomery grinned. The Lancastrians might have been able to assassinate De Nil and Van Geyte, but they obviously severely underestimated the stubbornness of the Wehrmacht top. Many generals were already moving their armies to a position 20km south of Berlin, as ordered by the Channel Pact Surpreme HQ.
The humour of the situation struck him. Here they were, a fortress HQ commanding renegade army divisions, in the middle of hostile territory. Since they had received De Nil’s warning a month ago, him and Field Marshall Rommel, who was just returning from the African front, immediately set up a base of operations from which they could continue the Pact’s struggle. After the coup, many Pact loyal soldiers fled to the Academy, determined to follow De Nil’s command to the letter “Seal off the building, and fight untill the last man.”. The Academy staff had grown from 150 to 870, encompassing 400 soldiers and 470 assisting personnel, mechanics, doctors and other usefull people.
Rommel had been able to trick some SS personnel into delivering heavy weaponry to the academy, including a Flak 88 that now proudly adorned the second courtyard, to defend against any air attacks. The Academy possessed around 120 submachineguns, 300 rifles, and over 40 heavy machine guns. Holes had been made in the roof to create rickety observation posts on each corner of the academy, where scouts and snipers observed the surroundings to spot any incoming threats.
“Have you heard the news from England, sir?”
Montgomery frowned at the lieutenant
“What is it?”
“The rebels have managed to take control of Glasgow, Edinburgh and Manchester, and our now uniting with elements of the Pact loyal military to form a front against the Lancastrians. Churchill’s armies are being pushed further and further south as we speak”
“Where are they now?”
“I’m not sure, but word on the wire was that they have set up HQ in Birmingham, and formed a front just 10km south of Manchester. There’s been heavy fighting going on in Chesterfield, and the military has been bombing the shit out of Manchester. It’s total war up there”
Montgomery made a faint attempt at smiling, but inside he felt like he was going to puke. His family lived in Manchester. He just hoped they would stay out of harm’s way.
The men had reached Observation Post 1. The lieutenant took a broom and bonked it against the ceiling. Faint light seeped in through the crudely cut hole in the roof, that had been covered up with a plank. A whispering voice from above said
“What’s the password?”
The lieutenant was unnerved
“Just bring down the ladder you twat!”
The plank was shoved to the side, and a wooden ladder descended. The men went up onto the roof, where several scouts were prying to the East.
“Yup, looks like trouble to me” one remarked
“Here sir”, one of the scouts handed Montgomery a set of binoculars. He peered through, looking to the road where the scout was pointing.
Unmistakable. A large group of SS soldiers was approaching the academy, marching firmly in formation. Two halftracks followed the column of soldiers as they swirled around a bend in the road. Suddenly, two more black hulls appeared.
“Well, fuck”
“What sir?”
Montgomery handed the lieutenant the binoculars “Look at the two vehicles flanking the soldiers”
“I can’t really see them. What are they?”
“Sonderkraftfahrzeug 234’s. Armoured cars. The SS knows their shit”
The lieutenant pondered for a while and looked back into the binoculars
“Sir, that looks like at least 600 soldiers, with two Halftracks and even assault vehicles. Isn’t that a bit much for just one HQ?”
“Then again, we are no ordinary HQ” Montgomery replied. In reality, Loyalist forces had teamed up with local rebels and occupied the area surrounding the Academy. A massive chokepoint had been set up near the Academy entrance where the attacking force could be fired upon from all directions. The SS was walking right into a trap. Hitler wasn’t even aware that the Surpreme Command had been warned, thinking this would be an easy victory. Yet another mistake of the Lancastrians.
“Can I have that gun?” Montgomery pointed to a Sten SMG lying in a crate of ammunition.
“Yeah sure, grab it, everyone here is already armed anyway”
“Great” Montgomery grabbed and loaded the gun. “Okay guys, get ready. It’s going to get real hot real fast”. The men saluted the Field Marshall “Sound the alarm”
As Montgomery descended the stairs, a loud air alarm sounded off. The already active academy suddenly went into overdrive, soldiers storming out of their rooms with hastily assembled gear, machinegun teams towing their weaponry to the front and mechanics handing out grenades to everyone passing by. A single general was standing near to the door, shouting at the soldiers. The eyepatch he was wearing made him unmistakeable.
“MOVE IT! MOVE IT! THINK OF IT AS STALINGRAD PEOPLE, ONLY WE'RE DEFENDING - AND WE'RE GOING TO WIN!”
“A grand evening is it not, Herr Stauffenberg?”
Stauffenberg turned towards Montgomery and took another large drink of a bottle of wine he had looted somewhere.
“An excellent day to die, if I may say so, Mr. Montgomery” Stauffenberg threw his bottle of wine against the wall, and grabbed his rifle. “Let’s get to the barricades”
The men reached the street near the entrance, where a large barricade had been set up by the the newly organised 12th “Tom and Jerry” Rifles batallion. Consisting of 80 german soldiers and 50 British, it was their most elite formation, containing veterans from both Operation Stardust and the Shan States Line. The men huddled together, shoulder to shoulder, pointing their rifles in the direction of the attacker. The soldiers had painted their helmets white and wore white armbands, in support of the Loyalist rebels in England.
Sitting inbetween these men was probably one of the best known officers in the world. Field Marshall Rommel, now boasting the nicknames Desert Fox for his North-African Campaign and Jungle Rat for his offensive on the Cameroon Line. He was tangled up in a conversation over radio, attempting to plan out some last-minute tactics.
“Good evening Erwin”
Rommel looked up “Why, if it isn’t Monty and Stauffenberg. What can I do for you gentlemen?”
“Well, getting rid of that huge SS force coming our way would be a start” Stauffenberg commented
The men sat down and grabbed a small map of the surrounding area. Rommel was the first to comment.
“How many?”
“At least 600. Two halftracks and two armoured cars. They’ve brought the cavalry” Montgomery replied
“So it seems”
“We’re outnumbered, outgunned and have nowhere to retreat to”
“Sounds like my kind of battle”
“I can agree to that, but what about the armoured cars? How are we going to punch through that?”
Rommel laughed and opened a large box behind him
“Armoured cars you say?” he grinned and lifted what seemed to be a large metal tube onto his shoulder.
“A good thing we stacked up on these Panzershrecks then.”
After these words, the first grenade shell hit a nearby building and exploded in a cloud of smoke and rubble. Immediately, the Academy defenders opened fire from all directions, bunkered up in the houses surrounding the street. A swarm of SS soldiers came storming down the road, flanked by two armoured cars. The Academy Siege had begun.
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The following events took place January 29, 1943, Berlin, Germany
“Sir, you better come see this!”
Field Marshall Montgomery hated it when people woke him. Especially when this occured in the middle of the night. He climbed out of his bunk gnarling and yawning, and put on his boots. The scout pulling his sleeve was obviously excited.
“What is it, lieutenant?”
“Sir, you have to come to the observation post. Trouble’s on the way.”
Neglectantly, Montgomery followed the youg lieutenant, grabbing his pistol and his beret in the process.
Montgomery observed the tedious activity within the Academy as they walked through it’s many corridors. The past weeks, the Channel Pact Surpreme HQ had transformed from a boring office of logistics and planning into something that looked more like a heavily armed and besieged fortress: Each door was flanked by two guards, and machinegun posts had been set up in every corner. Regular patrols, consisting of both British and German soldiers, moved from observation tower to observation tower, scaling the grounds and checking the ID of everyone they encountered, making sure no Lancastrian spies could infiltrate the building.
Montgomery and the lieutenant passed Logistics&Communication, which basically was a crudely erected Forward HQ, linking to a makeshift barracks where the men could get some rest. A large tactical map of berlin had been pasted on the wall, with the Military Academy in the center. In front of it were a couple of generals discussing about defensive tactics, occasionally stopping to make a few markings on the map. Montgomery faintly heard a part of their conversation while moving past.
“I’m telling you, Defence-in-depth! Elastic defensive tactics are best in a tight urban warfare situation! They come through the front gate, we move back to the second courtyard while peperring them, and them lock them in with a second attack from the back: They’ll be trapped like rats!”
“Defence-in-depth? Are you an idiot?! Retreating just isn’t an option when you only have this much spread to fight from!” The general drew a few frantic symbols on the map, apparently representing an attacking force and defence strongpoints “I say we just bunker ourselves up, hit them with everything we have and fight untill the last man”
“Are you trying to get us killed? You know that...”
Montgomery and the lieutenant moved on, past several tables completely stacked with telegraphs, short-wave radios and transmission equipment. A team of 24 technicians was working around the clock, attempting to contact all army generals in the area. Most of the Wehrmacht’s officers weren’t too pleased with Hitler his new politics, and many simply garissoned their troops, refusing to listen to the Fuhrer’s orders. The Surpreme Command was attempting to unite them in one place to be able to strike at the Hitler-loyal SS divisions and take control of Berlin. On the East Front, the mayor leaders had refused to cease the offensive, and ignored the ceasefire imposed by the Lancastrian governments. Regardless of government or leader, the Wehrmacht fought on. Montgomery grinned. The Lancastrians might have been able to assassinate De Nil and Van Geyte, but they obviously severely underestimated the stubbornness of the Wehrmacht top. Many generals were already moving their armies to a position 20km south of Berlin, as ordered by the Channel Pact Surpreme HQ.
The humour of the situation struck him. Here they were, a fortress HQ commanding renegade army divisions, in the middle of hostile territory. Since they had received De Nil’s warning a month ago, him and Field Marshall Rommel, who was just returning from the African front, immediately set up a base of operations from which they could continue the Pact’s struggle. After the coup, many Pact loyal soldiers fled to the Academy, determined to follow De Nil’s command to the letter “Seal off the building, and fight untill the last man.”. The Academy staff had grown from 150 to 870, encompassing 400 soldiers and 470 assisting personnel, mechanics, doctors and other usefull people.
Rommel had been able to trick some SS personnel into delivering heavy weaponry to the academy, including a Flak 88 that now proudly adorned the second courtyard, to defend against any air attacks. The Academy possessed around 120 submachineguns, 300 rifles, and over 40 heavy machine guns. Holes had been made in the roof to create rickety observation posts on each corner of the academy, where scouts and snipers observed the surroundings to spot any incoming threats.
“Have you heard the news from England, sir?”
Montgomery frowned at the lieutenant
“What is it?”
“The rebels have managed to take control of Glasgow, Edinburgh and Manchester, and our now uniting with elements of the Pact loyal military to form a front against the Lancastrians. Churchill’s armies are being pushed further and further south as we speak”
“Where are they now?”
“I’m not sure, but word on the wire was that they have set up HQ in Birmingham, and formed a front just 10km south of Manchester. There’s been heavy fighting going on in Chesterfield, and the military has been bombing the shit out of Manchester. It’s total war up there”
Montgomery made a faint attempt at smiling, but inside he felt like he was going to puke. His family lived in Manchester. He just hoped they would stay out of harm’s way.
The men had reached Observation Post 1. The lieutenant took a broom and bonked it against the ceiling. Faint light seeped in through the crudely cut hole in the roof, that had been covered up with a plank. A whispering voice from above said
“What’s the password?”
The lieutenant was unnerved
“Just bring down the ladder you twat!”
The plank was shoved to the side, and a wooden ladder descended. The men went up onto the roof, where several scouts were prying to the East.
“Yup, looks like trouble to me” one remarked
“Here sir”, one of the scouts handed Montgomery a set of binoculars. He peered through, looking to the road where the scout was pointing.
Unmistakable. A large group of SS soldiers was approaching the academy, marching firmly in formation. Two halftracks followed the column of soldiers as they swirled around a bend in the road. Suddenly, two more black hulls appeared.
“Well, fuck”
“What sir?”
Montgomery handed the lieutenant the binoculars “Look at the two vehicles flanking the soldiers”
“I can’t really see them. What are they?”
“Sonderkraftfahrzeug 234’s. Armoured cars. The SS knows their shit”
The lieutenant pondered for a while and looked back into the binoculars
“Sir, that looks like at least 600 soldiers, with two Halftracks and even assault vehicles. Isn’t that a bit much for just one HQ?”
“Then again, we are no ordinary HQ” Montgomery replied. In reality, Loyalist forces had teamed up with local rebels and occupied the area surrounding the Academy. A massive chokepoint had been set up near the Academy entrance where the attacking force could be fired upon from all directions. The SS was walking right into a trap. Hitler wasn’t even aware that the Surpreme Command had been warned, thinking this would be an easy victory. Yet another mistake of the Lancastrians.
“Can I have that gun?” Montgomery pointed to a Sten SMG lying in a crate of ammunition.
“Yeah sure, grab it, everyone here is already armed anyway”
“Great” Montgomery grabbed and loaded the gun. “Okay guys, get ready. It’s going to get real hot real fast”. The men saluted the Field Marshall “Sound the alarm”
As Montgomery descended the stairs, a loud air alarm sounded off. The already active academy suddenly went into overdrive, soldiers storming out of their rooms with hastily assembled gear, machinegun teams towing their weaponry to the front and mechanics handing out grenades to everyone passing by. A single general was standing near to the door, shouting at the soldiers. The eyepatch he was wearing made him unmistakeable.
“MOVE IT! MOVE IT! THINK OF IT AS STALINGRAD PEOPLE, ONLY WE'RE DEFENDING - AND WE'RE GOING TO WIN!”
“A grand evening is it not, Herr Stauffenberg?”
Stauffenberg turned towards Montgomery and took another large drink of a bottle of wine he had looted somewhere.
“An excellent day to die, if I may say so, Mr. Montgomery” Stauffenberg threw his bottle of wine against the wall, and grabbed his rifle. “Let’s get to the barricades”
The men reached the street near the entrance, where a large barricade had been set up by the the newly organised 12th “Tom and Jerry” Rifles batallion. Consisting of 80 german soldiers and 50 British, it was their most elite formation, containing veterans from both Operation Stardust and the Shan States Line. The men huddled together, shoulder to shoulder, pointing their rifles in the direction of the attacker. The soldiers had painted their helmets white and wore white armbands, in support of the Loyalist rebels in England.
Sitting inbetween these men was probably one of the best known officers in the world. Field Marshall Rommel, now boasting the nicknames Desert Fox for his North-African Campaign and Jungle Rat for his offensive on the Cameroon Line. He was tangled up in a conversation over radio, attempting to plan out some last-minute tactics.
“Good evening Erwin”
Rommel looked up “Why, if it isn’t Monty and Stauffenberg. What can I do for you gentlemen?”
“Well, getting rid of that huge SS force coming our way would be a start” Stauffenberg commented
The men sat down and grabbed a small map of the surrounding area. Rommel was the first to comment.
“How many?”
“At least 600. Two halftracks and two armoured cars. They’ve brought the cavalry” Montgomery replied
“So it seems”
“We’re outnumbered, outgunned and have nowhere to retreat to”
“Sounds like my kind of battle”
“I can agree to that, but what about the armoured cars? How are we going to punch through that?”
Rommel laughed and opened a large box behind him
“Armoured cars you say?” he grinned and lifted what seemed to be a large metal tube onto his shoulder.
“A good thing we stacked up on these Panzershrecks then.”
After these words, the first grenade shell hit a nearby building and exploded in a cloud of smoke and rubble. Immediately, the Academy defenders opened fire from all directions, bunkered up in the houses surrounding the street. A swarm of SS soldiers came storming down the road, flanked by two armoured cars. The Academy Siege had begun.
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