Hello and Welcome to my First AAR. This AAR is using my modified version of the "vanilla" latest patch (non beta... I think). The modifications include adding in Chinese Kingdoms (Wei, Wu, Shu, Qin, Liang, Zhao, Chu, Zhou) and Nova Scotia and some minor adjustments to make Nova Scotia more realistic including adjusting populations to include African Minor and french populations, Changing Sydney's Industy to Coal from Timber and the such.
In this AAR I hope to create a story where we'll see what happened if Nova Scotians had alittle more vision and the evolution from a wooden ship based industrial to a more modern naval producer. And so without further adieu, I present to you the Prolouge of the story:
The year was 1785 and the war for American Independence had just ended. A peace was signed stating that all Colonial possessions to the south of the Northern New York boarder were resigned to the "patriots" and the Territory to the North was added to the Atlantic Dominion of Nova Scotia.
The Atlantic Dominion of Nova Scotia. It was a autonomous political body created out of the more Northern British Atlantic Territories. It's purpose to serve was two fold: Firstly and most obviously it was to content the more radical of the colonial inhabitants and reward the Loyalists of the New Scotland region. Secondly, reconising the power of the dynamic colonial minds it sought to empower them to serve Britain's purpose and they were so happy to oblige.
Unfortunatly, Britain's plan did not work as well as she had hoped and was forced to concede these loses after a long drawn out ten year battle, ending with the signing of the Treaty of Amsterdam. This was chosen as the spot for the signing of the peace out of humour, As New Amsterdam was to be the middle-point for peace.
The peace say uneasy between the Scotians and the Yankees, for both populations had been ideologically "purified" following large exodus of Republicans from the north and Monarchists from the south. They had become mortal enemies, and not for Britain, war would have indeed broken out. But alas there was a good 30 years before war would come to the region again.
That did not mean there was peace however. Militias from both North and South darted across the boarder raiding villages that only a few short years ago were brothers and sisters and loving cousins. Shouting warcries that varied between "God save the king!" and "Long live the Republic!" these Finnigans and McIsaacs went upon avenging crimes in fashions that drew new vendettas.
Then it all changed when war broke out. Not war in America, but war in Europe. The Republic ideals of which the Yankees had grown so fond of had taken root in the land of the fleur d'lis. The Revolution had come to France!
Britain and her ministers were in a hubbub but she was not in such a great hubbub that she needed to fret her colonies, So they minded not this whole affair, but were rather quite amused that those Frenchmen, who had cowardly aided their now distant cousins revolt,had fallen victim to their own guises!
The Scotians had a good laugh about it, for they had become as patriotic as any subject of the British Crown, even when it turned to ghastly carnage. They were a young people and has not yet developed the decency to feel sympathy. How ever when a state tired of Brutal executions fell into the hands of a young Corsican officer not a single inhabitant of New Scotland was laughing, with the notable exception of some twenty insane men who did not even keep track of such worldly events instead focusing on their own dimentia.
They realised that their good King would need their help and before he had a chance to dispatch a messenger to tell them so, Men had signed up in the dozens: "All you need is to send us arms! We will sew our own uniforms!" they cried and indeed they did although the King's men offered to do it for them, and the in the end did. From Boston to Halifax to Sydney to St. John, men signed up dozens at a time, eventually they the numbered exactly of One Hundred and Thirty Five Thousand and Twenty Nine men (135,029), strong and able. Infact the Loyalists from Scotia were so much in number, it took a great deal of time for the King's Navy to muster the ships to bring them across to fight the Little Corperal's army, so long was the time that some of these harty colonial men never left the docks in various ports across the Dominion and others were ferried across in fishing boats! In the county of Digby more than one merchant grew rich off these most spirited of men.
Eventually, thanks partially to these adventuring maritimers, Bonaparte was kicked off the Grand Contient of Europe to the tiny island of Elba, Which the Scotians laughed stating it was worthy of a man of his stature and so with the problem diffused they scuttled on home to their ports of origin and fishing villages and then the most puzzling thing happened, War broke out again!
The Americans, tired of the British harassing their ships abound for European Waters up and declared a state of war on British Empire her might subjects. When news reached Halifax the population became jubilent, so great was the celebration that even in the darkest corners of the world that Scotians would have been heard for they celebrated for many hours straigh and drank many tankards of beer. It was such a grand festival that the entire population of was hung over for a week.
They grabed their muskets, donned their uniforms, saddled their horses, unfurled their sails, beat their drumms and pipped their bag pipes and took every means of conveyance imaginable to the place where the war never quite died, The marches, rode and sailed down to the state of New York. Some enterprising Scotians even tried to contact James Watt, the inventor of the new steam contraption to move the sheer frieght of their equipment but it was to no use for he could not be contacted.
The hardy Scotia men arrived in New York without major incident and those that did come up were quickly put aside, for when more then a million men and women put their heads together with one goal for thirty years, no trivial matter will deter or delay them.
It was a war of epic proportions, The Scotians attacked and the Yankees withdrew and then the Yankees attacked and the Scotians withdrew but in the end the British Backed Scotians, Fresh from their wars with Petite M. Bonaparte, who was again gaining power on the continent of Europe, outmatched their Yankee counterparts and arrived in their city of Washington.
You see, everything about the Yankees and the Scotians contrasted. The Yankees Republicanism to the Scotians Monarchists, The Blue uniforms of the South to the Red Uniforms of the North, The farming of plantations to the fishing of the Great Atlantic, The Temperate climate off the Bay of Fundy to the Savannah of Virginia! As too was with the Capitals of these two great peoples, Washington was completely opposed to Halifax as they were both symbols of their people and thus could never have peace between the two while the other still stood. This became visable for all the world to see when Men of Halifax burnt the most precious of buildings, a shrine dedicated to the Republicanism of the Yankee, The White house!
At this point Great Britain, as she was Great, in her infinite wisdom realised that Scotian and Yankee were as French and English or Bonaparte and Wellington! So she pulled her rebellious child and her belligerant child to the table fit for negotiation and made them a peace agreeable which would create a buffer state between Yankee and Scotian. Thus was born the third great people of the American Continent: The New Yorker.
With the balance between the Industrious Shipmakers and the Agrarian Pioneers being the Cosmopolitan New Yorkers, who tried to incorperate the best of both Yankee and Scotian, there was finally peace in the region for a few good years, although Yankee and Scotian would both take any opertunity to say foul words about the other, but took no action of violence. Infact in the short time that these most colonial of peoples took to not dedicate themselves to warfare, they advanced more than a modest distance in becoming a civilized country of which the European neighbours of Great Britain could do buisness with.
In this AAR I hope to create a story where we'll see what happened if Nova Scotians had alittle more vision and the evolution from a wooden ship based industrial to a more modern naval producer. And so without further adieu, I present to you the Prolouge of the story:
The year was 1785 and the war for American Independence had just ended. A peace was signed stating that all Colonial possessions to the south of the Northern New York boarder were resigned to the "patriots" and the Territory to the North was added to the Atlantic Dominion of Nova Scotia.
The Atlantic Dominion of Nova Scotia. It was a autonomous political body created out of the more Northern British Atlantic Territories. It's purpose to serve was two fold: Firstly and most obviously it was to content the more radical of the colonial inhabitants and reward the Loyalists of the New Scotland region. Secondly, reconising the power of the dynamic colonial minds it sought to empower them to serve Britain's purpose and they were so happy to oblige.
Unfortunatly, Britain's plan did not work as well as she had hoped and was forced to concede these loses after a long drawn out ten year battle, ending with the signing of the Treaty of Amsterdam. This was chosen as the spot for the signing of the peace out of humour, As New Amsterdam was to be the middle-point for peace.
The peace say uneasy between the Scotians and the Yankees, for both populations had been ideologically "purified" following large exodus of Republicans from the north and Monarchists from the south. They had become mortal enemies, and not for Britain, war would have indeed broken out. But alas there was a good 30 years before war would come to the region again.
That did not mean there was peace however. Militias from both North and South darted across the boarder raiding villages that only a few short years ago were brothers and sisters and loving cousins. Shouting warcries that varied between "God save the king!" and "Long live the Republic!" these Finnigans and McIsaacs went upon avenging crimes in fashions that drew new vendettas.
Then it all changed when war broke out. Not war in America, but war in Europe. The Republic ideals of which the Yankees had grown so fond of had taken root in the land of the fleur d'lis. The Revolution had come to France!
Britain and her ministers were in a hubbub but she was not in such a great hubbub that she needed to fret her colonies, So they minded not this whole affair, but were rather quite amused that those Frenchmen, who had cowardly aided their now distant cousins revolt,had fallen victim to their own guises!
The Scotians had a good laugh about it, for they had become as patriotic as any subject of the British Crown, even when it turned to ghastly carnage. They were a young people and has not yet developed the decency to feel sympathy. How ever when a state tired of Brutal executions fell into the hands of a young Corsican officer not a single inhabitant of New Scotland was laughing, with the notable exception of some twenty insane men who did not even keep track of such worldly events instead focusing on their own dimentia.
They realised that their good King would need their help and before he had a chance to dispatch a messenger to tell them so, Men had signed up in the dozens: "All you need is to send us arms! We will sew our own uniforms!" they cried and indeed they did although the King's men offered to do it for them, and the in the end did. From Boston to Halifax to Sydney to St. John, men signed up dozens at a time, eventually they the numbered exactly of One Hundred and Thirty Five Thousand and Twenty Nine men (135,029), strong and able. Infact the Loyalists from Scotia were so much in number, it took a great deal of time for the King's Navy to muster the ships to bring them across to fight the Little Corperal's army, so long was the time that some of these harty colonial men never left the docks in various ports across the Dominion and others were ferried across in fishing boats! In the county of Digby more than one merchant grew rich off these most spirited of men.
Eventually, thanks partially to these adventuring maritimers, Bonaparte was kicked off the Grand Contient of Europe to the tiny island of Elba, Which the Scotians laughed stating it was worthy of a man of his stature and so with the problem diffused they scuttled on home to their ports of origin and fishing villages and then the most puzzling thing happened, War broke out again!
The Americans, tired of the British harassing their ships abound for European Waters up and declared a state of war on British Empire her might subjects. When news reached Halifax the population became jubilent, so great was the celebration that even in the darkest corners of the world that Scotians would have been heard for they celebrated for many hours straigh and drank many tankards of beer. It was such a grand festival that the entire population of was hung over for a week.
They grabed their muskets, donned their uniforms, saddled their horses, unfurled their sails, beat their drumms and pipped their bag pipes and took every means of conveyance imaginable to the place where the war never quite died, The marches, rode and sailed down to the state of New York. Some enterprising Scotians even tried to contact James Watt, the inventor of the new steam contraption to move the sheer frieght of their equipment but it was to no use for he could not be contacted.
The hardy Scotia men arrived in New York without major incident and those that did come up were quickly put aside, for when more then a million men and women put their heads together with one goal for thirty years, no trivial matter will deter or delay them.
It was a war of epic proportions, The Scotians attacked and the Yankees withdrew and then the Yankees attacked and the Scotians withdrew but in the end the British Backed Scotians, Fresh from their wars with Petite M. Bonaparte, who was again gaining power on the continent of Europe, outmatched their Yankee counterparts and arrived in their city of Washington.
You see, everything about the Yankees and the Scotians contrasted. The Yankees Republicanism to the Scotians Monarchists, The Blue uniforms of the South to the Red Uniforms of the North, The farming of plantations to the fishing of the Great Atlantic, The Temperate climate off the Bay of Fundy to the Savannah of Virginia! As too was with the Capitals of these two great peoples, Washington was completely opposed to Halifax as they were both symbols of their people and thus could never have peace between the two while the other still stood. This became visable for all the world to see when Men of Halifax burnt the most precious of buildings, a shrine dedicated to the Republicanism of the Yankee, The White house!
At this point Great Britain, as she was Great, in her infinite wisdom realised that Scotian and Yankee were as French and English or Bonaparte and Wellington! So she pulled her rebellious child and her belligerant child to the table fit for negotiation and made them a peace agreeable which would create a buffer state between Yankee and Scotian. Thus was born the third great people of the American Continent: The New Yorker.
With the balance between the Industrious Shipmakers and the Agrarian Pioneers being the Cosmopolitan New Yorkers, who tried to incorperate the best of both Yankee and Scotian, there was finally peace in the region for a few good years, although Yankee and Scotian would both take any opertunity to say foul words about the other, but took no action of violence. Infact in the short time that these most colonial of peoples took to not dedicate themselves to warfare, they advanced more than a modest distance in becoming a civilized country of which the European neighbours of Great Britain could do buisness with.