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Enewald said:
When the British Empire builds her first space ship. Unfortunately, there will be no space warfare in The Channel Pact, due to engine constraints
What about the "Big Battleships Compensating For Something Else" Class?
It's actually quite ironic that you point that out, since I just made a sign to hang outside my dorm door (smallest dorm in the building) which reads "Dames: Mijn kot is klein - Ik moet niets compenseren."
. I'll leave the English equivalent to your imagination.Cheers,
-Vincent
If we have Me 262, who needs battleships!
*runs to avoid Trekaddict's mad rage*
:rofl:
*runs to avoid Trekaddict's mad rage*
:rofl:
Hrm. As advanced as the 262 was in terms of aviation theory ( swept wings and all ) lack of metalurgical knowledge made sure that the engines were utter shite when compared with the ones the Allies produced, much shorter lifespan for example.
Will you post several versions of the save game eventually, like from the moment the Pact was formed to other things?
No, the only save we kept from earlier is the one we'll be releasing, just after the formation of the new order in Asia. Allthough atm Laurence informed me the save doesn't work on Doomsday, but I recall testing it myself and it worked. We'll have to recheck and make adjustments.
-Vincent
The following events took place November 12th, 1944, Berlin, Germany
“The USN continues to strangle us everywhere south of Lissabon, and their frequent submarine raids have endangered the supply lines to Newfoundland. Our prime objective right now is to retake control of the seas near West-Africa. I suggest we move the 5.Flotte and the 6.Flotte south with the Tirpitz and begin pushing them back.” The Grand Admiral moved a couple of models representing the German fleets south, towards the Gibraltar Strait.
The Field Marshall was skeptical “Too risky. The sailors of the 5. and 6. Flotte are unexperienced, the 7th Fleet will rip us to shreds. How about moving in the Grand Fleet?”
“It’s not fully assembled yet. And even when it is, I will need every ship I can spare in the Pacific, when we begin our push towards Pearl Harbour. Have you seen the espionage reports?” The Grand Admiral pushed a file towards Van Geyte, filled with reports on Allied naval activity.
“Yeah, I’ve seen them” Laurence moved the file aside, discouraged. He sighed and responded “The numbers are... unbelievable. No matter what we throw at them, no matter how many ships I turn to reefs, they keep coming back. I’ve ordered the Kriegsmarine to attack the USN head-on, to bomb them to shreds, to use base control tactics, nothing helps. All while I am losing ship after ship. Half of my Northern fleet has been wiped off the map, my submarine force has taken serious hits and I’m losing naval bombers every goddamn day.” The Field Marshall threw a small US scale model against the wall in frustration.
“I hear you. Isn’t this usually the point where the average US citizen would begin opposing the war, eventually coercing the government to sue for peace?”
“Far from. Look at this” The Field Marshall took a newspaper clipping out of his pocket. It was taken from the Stars and Stripes, a military newspaper now distributed freely across America. The Field Marshall picked up the piece of paper and unfolded it.
Across the top of the entire article the headline, printed in large bold letters said “Roosevelt: ‘Unholy means to fight an unholy alliance’”. Below it was a caricature of De Nil and Van Geyte, each running into a wall East and West of the United states, reading “USN Fleets guard the homelands! The ‘Specialist’ and the ‘Conqueror’ will not pass!”. The Grand Admiral looked up at Van Geyte
“The Specialist?”
“That’s apparently what they are calling you now.”
The Grand Admiral pondered “You know, I actually like that name. I think I’ll keep it”. The men laughed.
“So Roosevelt wants to put even more industry into the war?”
“Yeah, and it’s not like he’s getting any opposition. The US population knows that this is a fight to the death. That, and their small minds have been crammed full of propaganda.”
De Nil looked at the clipping again: Around the main item he could spot shards of US propaganda articles reading things like “Protect your family! Buy war bonds!” and a drawing of a US eagle attacking a cat and a mouse “Tom and Jerry won’t stand a chance! Enlist in the Airforce today!”. Another article on the page made mention of a top American summit coming soon, showing a picture of Roosevelt and the president of Brazil shaking hands, with the headline “Top American Summit Soon: New Alliance of the Free Men?”
“To be honest, I liked Langdon more than Roosevelt.” The Field Marshall commented
“I can follow in that. Pretty ironic though, that Roosevelt managed to get reelected even after being president before. That vile dictator” The men chuckled.
“Can’t we assassinate him or something? Send out some Ironsides.”
“Are you kidding me? I’ve got the US filled to the brim with Ironsides. Problem is, they never get a shot: Roosevelt is tightly guarded and only travels when absolutely necessary. The only communicating he does is with Stars and Stripes.”
“A slick eel, undoubtedly. What do you think about that ‘American Summit’?”
“I don’t really care honestly. More enemies, less enemies, I doubt that it matters at this point. If we can’t cross the seas, we have absolutely no way to impose our will upon South-America.”
“Good. And Spain?”
Vincent looked at the large map spread out on a table in the center of the room again. After two years, the men had finally returned to the Military Academy. From everywhere De Nil could hear the fervent sounds of welding tools and cranes: British and German engineers were working like ants on reconstructing and expanding the building, that had been badly damaged in the Academy Siege. Rommel and Montgomery, who both had survived the War of the Roses, were now in command of the Pact Main Command, planning out scenarios for a possible invasion in America. The Academy had recently received some new additions, consisting of several generals and engineers from China, which was now absorbed in the Pact Joint Military Command structure. As a place where Chinese, German and British officials cooperated in guiding the war, the Prussian Military Academy was indeed a symbol of the wealth and power of the Channel Pact.
The Military Academy in 1932
“The USN continues to strangle us everywhere south of Lissabon, and their frequent submarine raids have endangered the supply lines to Newfoundland. Our prime objective right now is to retake control of the seas near West-Africa. I suggest we move the 5.Flotte and the 6.Flotte south with the Tirpitz and begin pushing them back.” The Grand Admiral moved a couple of models representing the German fleets south, towards the Gibraltar Strait.
The Field Marshall was skeptical “Too risky. The sailors of the 5. and 6. Flotte are unexperienced, the 7th Fleet will rip us to shreds. How about moving in the Grand Fleet?”
“It’s not fully assembled yet. And even when it is, I will need every ship I can spare in the Pacific, when we begin our push towards Pearl Harbour. Have you seen the espionage reports?” The Grand Admiral pushed a file towards Van Geyte, filled with reports on Allied naval activity.
“Yeah, I’ve seen them” Laurence moved the file aside, discouraged. He sighed and responded “The numbers are... unbelievable. No matter what we throw at them, no matter how many ships I turn to reefs, they keep coming back. I’ve ordered the Kriegsmarine to attack the USN head-on, to bomb them to shreds, to use base control tactics, nothing helps. All while I am losing ship after ship. Half of my Northern fleet has been wiped off the map, my submarine force has taken serious hits and I’m losing naval bombers every goddamn day.” The Field Marshall threw a small US scale model against the wall in frustration.
“I hear you. Isn’t this usually the point where the average US citizen would begin opposing the war, eventually coercing the government to sue for peace?”
“Far from. Look at this” The Field Marshall took a newspaper clipping out of his pocket. It was taken from the Stars and Stripes, a military newspaper now distributed freely across America. The Field Marshall picked up the piece of paper and unfolded it.
Across the top of the entire article the headline, printed in large bold letters said “Roosevelt: ‘Unholy means to fight an unholy alliance’”. Below it was a caricature of De Nil and Van Geyte, each running into a wall East and West of the United states, reading “USN Fleets guard the homelands! The ‘Specialist’ and the ‘Conqueror’ will not pass!”. The Grand Admiral looked up at Van Geyte
“The Specialist?”
“That’s apparently what they are calling you now.”
The Grand Admiral pondered “You know, I actually like that name. I think I’ll keep it”. The men laughed.
“So Roosevelt wants to put even more industry into the war?”
“Yeah, and it’s not like he’s getting any opposition. The US population knows that this is a fight to the death. That, and their small minds have been crammed full of propaganda.”
De Nil looked at the clipping again: Around the main item he could spot shards of US propaganda articles reading things like “Protect your family! Buy war bonds!” and a drawing of a US eagle attacking a cat and a mouse “Tom and Jerry won’t stand a chance! Enlist in the Airforce today!”. Another article on the page made mention of a top American summit coming soon, showing a picture of Roosevelt and the president of Brazil shaking hands, with the headline “Top American Summit Soon: New Alliance of the Free Men?”
“To be honest, I liked Langdon more than Roosevelt.” The Field Marshall commented
“I can follow in that. Pretty ironic though, that Roosevelt managed to get reelected even after being president before. That vile dictator” The men chuckled.
“Can’t we assassinate him or something? Send out some Ironsides.”
“Are you kidding me? I’ve got the US filled to the brim with Ironsides. Problem is, they never get a shot: Roosevelt is tightly guarded and only travels when absolutely necessary. The only communicating he does is with Stars and Stripes.”
“A slick eel, undoubtedly. What do you think about that ‘American Summit’?”
“I don’t really care honestly. More enemies, less enemies, I doubt that it matters at this point. If we can’t cross the seas, we have absolutely no way to impose our will upon South-America.”
“Good. And Spain?”
Vincent looked at the large map spread out on a table in the center of the room again. After two years, the men had finally returned to the Military Academy. From everywhere De Nil could hear the fervent sounds of welding tools and cranes: British and German engineers were working like ants on reconstructing and expanding the building, that had been badly damaged in the Academy Siege. Rommel and Montgomery, who both had survived the War of the Roses, were now in command of the Pact Main Command, planning out scenarios for a possible invasion in America. The Academy had recently received some new additions, consisting of several generals and engineers from China, which was now absorbed in the Pact Joint Military Command structure. As a place where Chinese, German and British officials cooperated in guiding the war, the Prussian Military Academy was indeed a symbol of the wealth and power of the Channel Pact.
The Military Academy in 1932
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Tom and Jerry?
Chased by the eagle?
I fear that they won't have a chance.
Unless they have enough tanks and other nice military stuff alongside them.
Chased by the eagle?
I fear that they won't have a chance.
Unless they have enough tanks and other nice military stuff alongside them.
He isn't mentioned in the AAR right now, but I think I'll have him do a cameo later on. Guderian wasn't one of Hitler's lackeys in the Roses Revolution, so feel free to assume he's still alive and kicking
-Vincent
He isn't mentioned in the AAR right now, but I think I'll have him do a cameo later on. Guderian wasn't one of Hitler's lackeys in the Roses Revolution, so feel free to assume he's still alive and kicking
-Vincent
I assume you'll have him more of a methodical strategist than the on-the-fly technique Rommel embodies.
I assume you'll have him more of a methodical strategist than the on-the-fly technique Rommel embodies.
In The Channel Pact Universe, I'm guessing allmost everyone does it on the fly
Some countries are still neutral, like Mexico. After the AOF forms (see Chronicles or a later update), they all join the Allies and then basically everyone is at war.
-Vincent
“To help with those US fleets closing in on Spain, I’ll send some strategic wings to La Coruña and order them to bomb everything that is dumb enough to come into range.”
“Agreed. I think we’re done here for today. Let’s go”
De Nil and Van Geyte stood up and exited the room.
British bombers leave for La Coruña, hoping to fend off USN activity near the Gibraltar Strait.
Outside of the Academy, the men stopped in front of two waiting vehicles.
“I believe this is where we have to part ways again”
“So it seems. Where are you going?”
“I should return to London. Chiang will be arriving next week, after which we will discuss China’s involvement in the Pacific. But, for now, I really want to spend a few days home with my wife and son, before I leave again to continue this bloody war”
The Field Marshall drew a sore smile “Give Martha my regards”
“Don’t you want to come with me? I know for sure that Leo would like to see his uncle again, you haven’t been with us in years”
“While I would love to see your son again, I’m afraid I can’t do that Vincent. I might have something interesting going on in Siberia, so that’s where I’m headed”
“Back to Novosibirsk? That should bring up some pleasant memories.”
The Field Marshall frowned. Novosibirsk was indeed not his favourite city to visit. Even when forgetting the fact that a revolution against him was plotted there, at this time of the year the temperature in Siberia would be at least 32 degrees below zero. The thought of returning to that godforsaken frozen tundra did not fill him with joy.
“As you said, we all have to make sacrifices.” The men grinned
“Very well. Laurence, I hope to see you again soon.”
“I’ll be back before you kow I was gone”
The men shook hands, and parted ways. The war continued.
Soon after the summit, the British Grand Fleet entered service. Led by the Cairo-Class HMS Kilamanjaro, the Grand Fleet contained some of the fastest and most destructive warships in the Royal Navy, specifically built to be able to outmanouvre the lighter-armoured American warships. The fleet was sent to Japan to join formation with the British Pacific Fleet, which was preparing to start the second chapter in the Pacific War.
The HMS Kilamanjaro, flying the Channel Pact Flag, en route to Tokyo Harbour.
“Agreed. I think we’re done here for today. Let’s go”
De Nil and Van Geyte stood up and exited the room.
British bombers leave for La Coruña, hoping to fend off USN activity near the Gibraltar Strait.
Outside of the Academy, the men stopped in front of two waiting vehicles.
“I believe this is where we have to part ways again”
“So it seems. Where are you going?”
“I should return to London. Chiang will be arriving next week, after which we will discuss China’s involvement in the Pacific. But, for now, I really want to spend a few days home with my wife and son, before I leave again to continue this bloody war”
The Field Marshall drew a sore smile “Give Martha my regards”
“Don’t you want to come with me? I know for sure that Leo would like to see his uncle again, you haven’t been with us in years”
“While I would love to see your son again, I’m afraid I can’t do that Vincent. I might have something interesting going on in Siberia, so that’s where I’m headed”
“Back to Novosibirsk? That should bring up some pleasant memories.”
The Field Marshall frowned. Novosibirsk was indeed not his favourite city to visit. Even when forgetting the fact that a revolution against him was plotted there, at this time of the year the temperature in Siberia would be at least 32 degrees below zero. The thought of returning to that godforsaken frozen tundra did not fill him with joy.
“As you said, we all have to make sacrifices.” The men grinned
“Very well. Laurence, I hope to see you again soon.”
“I’ll be back before you kow I was gone”
The men shook hands, and parted ways. The war continued.
Soon after the summit, the British Grand Fleet entered service. Led by the Cairo-Class HMS Kilamanjaro, the Grand Fleet contained some of the fastest and most destructive warships in the Royal Navy, specifically built to be able to outmanouvre the lighter-armoured American warships. The fleet was sent to Japan to join formation with the British Pacific Fleet, which was preparing to start the second chapter in the Pacific War.
The HMS Kilamanjaro, flying the Channel Pact Flag, en route to Tokyo Harbour.
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Carriers! Bigger, better, stronger carriers!
-Vincent
Those scients in Geneva made a breakthrough ! Flying Channel Pact flags !
Seriously the flag on the last SS literally flies.
Seriously the flag on the last SS literally flies.
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