Well, here's a new AAR by me, one with more of a plot but also some gameplay. The goal is to basically conquer as much as possible as Guatemala, and build her up into a global power. With claims on El Salvador I can almost double my IC but manpower will be limiting - 25 a year. Let's see how it goes, shall we?
August the 17th, 1935 - Guatemalan Jungle
Clad only in shorts and a light shirt the man ran through the jungle, tracking his prey. Leaves and branches slapped him in the face as he ran, sweat glistening on tatooed and muscle-bound arms. As he neared his fleeing prey he took a rifle from his back - a Mauser '12, antiquated but well cared-for. He rose the weapon, slid a single bullet into it, and fired with unerring aim. Ninety yards away a white-tailed deer collapsed into the undergrowth with a scarlet stain spreading on its light fur.
The Guatemalan Jungle
With a satisfied smirk the man - his skin tanned from years in the sun - started toward his prize, slinging the rifle over his shoulder again. A click from the trees to his right had him swing it up to his shoulder again, and then a click from the left had him spin round to face the barrel of a 1903 Winchester; not as powerful as his own weapon, but at a range of three inches it would make no difference. He raised his arms and felt his rifle tugged out of his right hand.
The man holding the Winchester to his forehead took out a thick and foul-smelling cigar and lit it, then eased it into the left corner of his mouth.
"Well, well, well," he said, "The Presidente was correct we would find you here it seems, Señor Hernandez. Fortunate for us, and also maybe for you I think..."
The man - Carlos Hernandez, former colonel in the Mexican army, nodded. "Si, I am Hernandez," he confirmed, "What can I help you... gentlemen with on this fine day?" he grinned expansively and kept his hands in plain view as several more armed men appeared from the jungle and took up positions on the track, weapons held casually but ready to snap up at a moments notice.
The man with the Winchester lowered it and returned the grin. "I am Sergeant Acapocos, Guatemalan Ejército. El Presidente sent me here to recruit you, Colonel Hernandez."
Hernandez reached into his pocket slowly and pulled out a cigar of his own, lit it, and puffed out a small cloud of smoke. "Recruit?"
Acapocos nodded curtly. "Si. This is your chance to make a mark in the mundo, Colonel. You may have lost the War in Mexico but El Presidente has wanted to meet you for a very long time. He read your book."
Hernandez made up his mind at that comment. "Did he? I would like very much to meet someone who has read my book and survived very much," he took out the cigar and shifted it to the other side of his mouth, "Lead the way."
Acapocos turned back the way he came - away from the jungle and toward Guatemala City.
Next - Meeting the Presidente
Un Mundo Pacífico Duerme...
Prologue
Prologue
August the 17th, 1935 - Guatemalan Jungle
Clad only in shorts and a light shirt the man ran through the jungle, tracking his prey. Leaves and branches slapped him in the face as he ran, sweat glistening on tatooed and muscle-bound arms. As he neared his fleeing prey he took a rifle from his back - a Mauser '12, antiquated but well cared-for. He rose the weapon, slid a single bullet into it, and fired with unerring aim. Ninety yards away a white-tailed deer collapsed into the undergrowth with a scarlet stain spreading on its light fur.
The Guatemalan Jungle
With a satisfied smirk the man - his skin tanned from years in the sun - started toward his prize, slinging the rifle over his shoulder again. A click from the trees to his right had him swing it up to his shoulder again, and then a click from the left had him spin round to face the barrel of a 1903 Winchester; not as powerful as his own weapon, but at a range of three inches it would make no difference. He raised his arms and felt his rifle tugged out of his right hand.
The man holding the Winchester to his forehead took out a thick and foul-smelling cigar and lit it, then eased it into the left corner of his mouth.
"Well, well, well," he said, "The Presidente was correct we would find you here it seems, Señor Hernandez. Fortunate for us, and also maybe for you I think..."
The man - Carlos Hernandez, former colonel in the Mexican army, nodded. "Si, I am Hernandez," he confirmed, "What can I help you... gentlemen with on this fine day?" he grinned expansively and kept his hands in plain view as several more armed men appeared from the jungle and took up positions on the track, weapons held casually but ready to snap up at a moments notice.
The man with the Winchester lowered it and returned the grin. "I am Sergeant Acapocos, Guatemalan Ejército. El Presidente sent me here to recruit you, Colonel Hernandez."
Hernandez reached into his pocket slowly and pulled out a cigar of his own, lit it, and puffed out a small cloud of smoke. "Recruit?"
Acapocos nodded curtly. "Si. This is your chance to make a mark in the mundo, Colonel. You may have lost the War in Mexico but El Presidente has wanted to meet you for a very long time. He read your book."
Hernandez made up his mind at that comment. "Did he? I would like very much to meet someone who has read my book and survived very much," he took out the cigar and shifted it to the other side of his mouth, "Lead the way."
Acapocos turned back the way he came - away from the jungle and toward Guatemala City.
Next - Meeting the Presidente
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