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And so it Begins
Berlin, 1934
The humid night air had pulled Lothar De la Rey from a troubled sleep. It was mid June in the German capital and the weather had been overcast for the passt week, as if a storm was threatening to decend on the city but couldnt quite make up its mind.
Lothar swung his feet off the bed and quickly pulled on the shirt he had left discarded on the nightstand, opening the set of double doors and walking out onto the small balcony of his flat that overlooked the city.
Lothar was a young man of 25 years and the youngest son of the famous Independance War hero Koos De la Rey. As a slight breeze ruffled the tall Boer's blonde hair he gazed out at the lights of the German capital. Alot had changed here since he had arrived four years ago to persue further studies at Berlins prestigious Friedrich Wilhelm University. Four years ago Berlin had been a center for new and radical thaught, he had brushed shoulders with the greatest minds of the age walking through the ancient corridors of the University, Lothar had passed Albert Einstien several times while walking between classes. Now however free thaught was tabboo, as soon as the first Swastikas that now lined the main thourghourfair through the Brandenburg Gate, almost visible in the distance if Lothar strained his eyes, had been erected in 1933 they had all gone. The artists, the musicians, the scientists.
Lothar could still vividly remember the day the Brown shirted Nazi goons had burst into the University library with orders to sieze any works by "degenerates." Over 20, 000 books had been taken that day. And he had helped them
Lothar couldnt help but wonder why he couldnt sleep. Was it becuase of the heat or something else. The next month would bring either complete dissaster or joyous victory, and how he had worked to get this far.
It had began innocently enough three years earlier. It was no secret around the University that the handsome young South African student was a supporter of the ideals of the Nazi movement, indeed many in South Africa could not help but admire the man Adolf Hitler, a man who promised a return to greatness for his people and freedom from the shackles of the Great Depression. As Lothar had sat late one night in the campus library two men dressed in leather trenchcoats to ward off the early winter chill.
"Are you Lothar De la Rey?" one had asked, causing the young man to look up from his notes.
"That depends who's asking"
"We would like you to come with us please sir, someone would like to meet you"
Lothar had looked around the room, it was nearly 1am and the library was deserted, plus it seemed the two were not going to take no for an answer, he simply shrugged, shouldered his carry bag full of books and followed the two to a waiting black Merciedies.
Hitler himself had met the Lothar that night. In a daze the South African had been told that great things were happening in Germany and he, HE had been chosen from a list of fellow visionaries in his country to help South Africa achieve greatness and it was here that he had been completley drawn into the machinations of the Nazi leader. Soon, Hitler had said, soon he would rule Germany and when the time came he would need allies, the world would turn against Germany and yet the German race would emerge victorious. German blood ran in Lothars viens, he had always dreamed of attaining the fame of his father and this was an irresistable opportunity to do so.
It had been nearly two years since that night and the plot had as they said in the American films he once frequented with his university friends, "thickened" For two years he had run back and forwards between his homeland and Germany, he had taken money and weapons and where necissary he had killed those that stood in his way. He had wooed important military officials with his firey rhetoric borrowed from the German leader, he had bribed politicians with visions of grandure and now it was all to come to a head.
Lothar kicked the sheets off the bed and lay stairing into nothing. Soon he thaught, soon we too shall have our time...
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First time i've ever seen the writer demand one!Iron-Chef said:
But you are right, of course!
Nerves are a terrible thing. He should stop fretting. Either he will suceed, or he won't. Losing sleep won't change anything (except possible for the worse).
Yes. it has been over a month but this AAR SHALL RISE FROM THE ASHES OF INNACTIVITY!
And so it was done. The warm summer breaze off the ocean whipped through Lothar's blonde hair as he looked out over Table Bay from the heavily fortified command bunker atop Table Mountain, the lights of Cape Town stretching off into the distance. A year had passed since that night in Berlin and now here he stood overlooking his new country. The South African Fascist Party had been formed in the late 20's and was already a major power in the cooalition government when Lothar arrived back in South Africa at the head of a small private army specialy trained and prepared by the Führer himself for this most important of tasks.
The local Party deputies had been only too keen to aid in the coup and as the winter of 1935 slowly crawled over the African continent the South African Nazi's had marched on parliament, arresting the President and declairing a state of martial law. The military had been powerless to act as the majority of high ranking Generals were staunch supporters of the Party, remembering all too well those bitter days of the Independance War. At the same place as Paul Kruger had unveiled the flag of the new Union of South Africa, the flag of the new nation was unfurled to joyious cries and the Fascist salute. All had gone to plan.
The nation had, by and large, rallied behind the new radical government, calling for total mobilisation of the nations resources and a renewed friendship with our old German allies. The last shackles of British Imperialism would be thrown out of Africa!
And so it begins thaught Lothar as he slowly looked out over this new country. HIS new country. South Africa is stronger now than ever before, and the winds of war were quickly blowing towards the African continent. Only time would tell now, only time would tell.
The local Party deputies had been only too keen to aid in the coup and as the winter of 1935 slowly crawled over the African continent the South African Nazi's had marched on parliament, arresting the President and declairing a state of martial law. The military had been powerless to act as the majority of high ranking Generals were staunch supporters of the Party, remembering all too well those bitter days of the Independance War. At the same place as Paul Kruger had unveiled the flag of the new Union of South Africa, the flag of the new nation was unfurled to joyious cries and the Fascist salute. All had gone to plan.
The nation had, by and large, rallied behind the new radical government, calling for total mobilisation of the nations resources and a renewed friendship with our old German allies. The last shackles of British Imperialism would be thrown out of Africa!
And so it begins thaught Lothar as he slowly looked out over this new country. HIS new country. South Africa is stronger now than ever before, and the winds of war were quickly blowing towards the African continent. Only time would tell now, only time would tell.
And so finaly begins the Gameplay section of my AAR, it has been long awaited indeed! Will we see South Africa emerge victorious alongside her German allies? Only time will tell.
I wonder what will happen to the Africans, will they be used as cheap labor or will they be somehow treated better, for some reason, I think they'll be used as labor.
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