3rd January 1945
3rd January 1945
We return to Bratislava, but not to see Tiso and Tuka. Instead we find ourselves in the Ministry of Foreign Affairs where Interim-Assistant-Under Foreign Minister Durcansky is sorting the telegrams. He looked up as the Justice Minister entered.
"Fritz, thank you for coming." He said with relief.
"Anything for a government colleague. How can I assist?" Fritz replied.
"I wish some advice on which of these messages I should pass onto cabinet."
"Is that not a matter for the Foreign Minister himself?" Fritz warily said.
"Alas Stefan is neglecting his duties due to his obsession." Durcansky sighed. "He has said he will not carry out any government work until someone lets him out of the office,."
"Which is something his brother refuses to allow." Fritz nodded sympathetically.
"This leaves me effectively in charge, given my own unfortunate history with the glorious Vodca I would appreciate your thoughts on which news I should pass on."
"I will assist where I can." Fritz agreed, causing Durcansky's face to light up.
"The first is news of Scandal in Scandinavia."
A junior minister had suggested Sweden stop hiding behind other people's soldiers and join the war. Or at the very least stop selling key war supplies to Nazi Germany at cheap prices. The horrific idea that someone with backbone and common decency had somehow got into parliament rocked the country's leadership to the core.
"I venture to guess this is not news the Vodca would wish to see?" Durcansky hesitantly spoke.
"News that the Sweden's politicians are scandalous is like an announcement that loop-pile carpet needs underlay! Pointless." Fritz nodded encouragingly.
Reacting to the nodding as much as the words, Durcansky put the message on the discard tray and moved on.
"There is some political news about one of our enemies, government leakers in Bhutan."
If a Bhutanese minister leaks information, but no-one pays any attention because no-one cares, does the leaking minster make a sound?
Seeing the doubtful look on Fritz's face Durcansky continued.
"It was their reaction that might be of interest, the Bhutanese government responded to the leak by killing every politician who was not a member of the governing party."
"Really?" Fritz asked.
"We understand the only politicians left in the country are members of the Peace and Prosperity Party."
"For our leaders that news will be like properly tacked and bonded Berber; a small joy that lifts the soul." Fritz said.
Pleased to have some good news to present to cabinet, Durcansky came to his final message.
"One of our enemies is growing in economic strength."
Production of rancid yak butter will be increased by an insignificant percentage for a relatively short period of time!
"But I don't think it matters?" Durcansky ventured.
"I concur, that news is as pointless as using underlay, grippers and tacks on a felt backed trim-piled carpet. And just as interesting!" Fritz chuckled to himself.
Durcansky nervously put the message to one side, briefly wondering if perhaps there was more to the Nepalese news than either of them thought.
Meanwhile, in Kathmandu
"You summoned me mighty King Tribhuvan." Prime Minister Rana said.
"I have decided we must take drastic measures to reform our economy, that we might be able to better contribute to this war and bring glory and honour to Nepal."
"That is a bold move your highness." Rana said doubtfully. "Is it not risky to carry out such reforms during a war?"
"I have checked with the Treasury, they say we have no money and have run out of everything." Tribhuvan retorted. "We have nothing to risk."
Nodding sadly Rana replied.
"What are these bold reforms?" He asked.
"I shall reform the government, no longer shall it consist solely of your family." Tribhuvan said.
What the Rana family lack in diversity of last name they more than compensate for with an thrilling variety of hats.
Rana was chap fallen, but rallied.
"We live to serve, but I must warn you these men were the finest in Nepal and picked for their abilities not their familial ties." He said.
"We shall see, Prime Minster, we shall see." Tribhuvan said.
Slightly later in Khatmandu
Tribhuvan and Mohan Rana are reviewing the new cabinet.
"It is certainly the dramatic change you desired your highness." Rana said dubiously.
"These men will bring a new perspective." Tribhuvan said brightly.
"I'm sure both of them will. But is it a perspective that will improve Nepal?"
"What do you mean Prime Minster?" Tribhuvan asked.
"Well I an unsure of the wisdom of appointing one man to every job." Rana replied.
"Not every job, I hired Captain Potter from the British to lead the Army."
"You do know Potter isn't actually a real British Army officer but is an ex-Bank Manager from their Home Guard?"
Tribhuvan looked startled at the news, but rallied.
"I think he will be fine. And surely you can have no doubts about the qualities of Admiral Collins?" The King almost begged.
"While I am no nautical man, I don't think he's a real US Admiral. He knows nothing about the sea or the US Navy. And his epaulettes are made of cardboard."
"Are you sure?" Tribhuvan sat down heavily as his legs gave way.
"I think he's just an actor in a US Admiral costume." Rana explained.
The reformed Nepalese government in all it's glory. Some of you may be thinking H.T.S. Collins looks exactly like Lloyd Bridges playing Admiral Benson from Hot Shots. Some of you are entirely correct. Also of note Captain Mainwaring from Dad's Army cunningly renamed as Potter.
"I've just made it all worse haven't I?" Tribhuvan asked.
Rana nodded.
"Tits." King Tribhuvan sighed.
--
Notes:
Starting in Bhutan I noticed the country only has minister for one political party, the ominously named "Peace and Prosperity Party" who are naturally Paternal Autocrat. You have choices within that group, but nothing else. That's quite the lazy oversight, so if your future plans included playing as Communist Bhutan you may require a mod.
Turning to Nepal I've little to add over and above the issues highlighted above, save for the fact that Paradox has misspelt Tribhuvan's name and given him an erroneous 'a' on the end. The actual history of the sprawling Rana clan and their fights with King Tribhuvan about who actually ran the country are long, complex and probably of interest to few reading this, so I shall spare my fingers the typing.
We return to Bratislava, but not to see Tiso and Tuka. Instead we find ourselves in the Ministry of Foreign Affairs where Interim-Assistant-Under Foreign Minister Durcansky is sorting the telegrams. He looked up as the Justice Minister entered.
"Fritz, thank you for coming." He said with relief.
"Anything for a government colleague. How can I assist?" Fritz replied.
"I wish some advice on which of these messages I should pass onto cabinet."
"Is that not a matter for the Foreign Minister himself?" Fritz warily said.
"Alas Stefan is neglecting his duties due to his obsession." Durcansky sighed. "He has said he will not carry out any government work until someone lets him out of the office,."
"Which is something his brother refuses to allow." Fritz nodded sympathetically.
"This leaves me effectively in charge, given my own unfortunate history with the glorious Vodca I would appreciate your thoughts on which news I should pass on."
"I will assist where I can." Fritz agreed, causing Durcansky's face to light up.
"The first is news of Scandal in Scandinavia."
A junior minister had suggested Sweden stop hiding behind other people's soldiers and join the war. Or at the very least stop selling key war supplies to Nazi Germany at cheap prices. The horrific idea that someone with backbone and common decency had somehow got into parliament rocked the country's leadership to the core.
"I venture to guess this is not news the Vodca would wish to see?" Durcansky hesitantly spoke.
"News that the Sweden's politicians are scandalous is like an announcement that loop-pile carpet needs underlay! Pointless." Fritz nodded encouragingly.
Reacting to the nodding as much as the words, Durcansky put the message on the discard tray and moved on.
"There is some political news about one of our enemies, government leakers in Bhutan."
If a Bhutanese minister leaks information, but no-one pays any attention because no-one cares, does the leaking minster make a sound?
Seeing the doubtful look on Fritz's face Durcansky continued.
"It was their reaction that might be of interest, the Bhutanese government responded to the leak by killing every politician who was not a member of the governing party."
"Really?" Fritz asked.
"We understand the only politicians left in the country are members of the Peace and Prosperity Party."
"For our leaders that news will be like properly tacked and bonded Berber; a small joy that lifts the soul." Fritz said.
Pleased to have some good news to present to cabinet, Durcansky came to his final message.
"One of our enemies is growing in economic strength."
Production of rancid yak butter will be increased by an insignificant percentage for a relatively short period of time!
"But I don't think it matters?" Durcansky ventured.
"I concur, that news is as pointless as using underlay, grippers and tacks on a felt backed trim-piled carpet. And just as interesting!" Fritz chuckled to himself.
Durcansky nervously put the message to one side, briefly wondering if perhaps there was more to the Nepalese news than either of them thought.
Meanwhile, in Kathmandu
"You summoned me mighty King Tribhuvan." Prime Minister Rana said.
"I have decided we must take drastic measures to reform our economy, that we might be able to better contribute to this war and bring glory and honour to Nepal."
"That is a bold move your highness." Rana said doubtfully. "Is it not risky to carry out such reforms during a war?"
"I have checked with the Treasury, they say we have no money and have run out of everything." Tribhuvan retorted. "We have nothing to risk."
Nodding sadly Rana replied.
"What are these bold reforms?" He asked.
"I shall reform the government, no longer shall it consist solely of your family." Tribhuvan said.
What the Rana family lack in diversity of last name they more than compensate for with an thrilling variety of hats.
Rana was chap fallen, but rallied.
"We live to serve, but I must warn you these men were the finest in Nepal and picked for their abilities not their familial ties." He said.
"We shall see, Prime Minster, we shall see." Tribhuvan said.
Slightly later in Khatmandu
Tribhuvan and Mohan Rana are reviewing the new cabinet.
"It is certainly the dramatic change you desired your highness." Rana said dubiously.
"These men will bring a new perspective." Tribhuvan said brightly.
"I'm sure both of them will. But is it a perspective that will improve Nepal?"
"What do you mean Prime Minster?" Tribhuvan asked.
"Well I an unsure of the wisdom of appointing one man to every job." Rana replied.
"Not every job, I hired Captain Potter from the British to lead the Army."
"You do know Potter isn't actually a real British Army officer but is an ex-Bank Manager from their Home Guard?"
Tribhuvan looked startled at the news, but rallied.
"I think he will be fine. And surely you can have no doubts about the qualities of Admiral Collins?" The King almost begged.
"While I am no nautical man, I don't think he's a real US Admiral. He knows nothing about the sea or the US Navy. And his epaulettes are made of cardboard."
"Are you sure?" Tribhuvan sat down heavily as his legs gave way.
"I think he's just an actor in a US Admiral costume." Rana explained.
The reformed Nepalese government in all it's glory. Some of you may be thinking H.T.S. Collins looks exactly like Lloyd Bridges playing Admiral Benson from Hot Shots. Some of you are entirely correct. Also of note Captain Mainwaring from Dad's Army cunningly renamed as Potter.
"I've just made it all worse haven't I?" Tribhuvan asked.
Rana nodded.
"Tits." King Tribhuvan sighed.
--
Notes:
Starting in Bhutan I noticed the country only has minister for one political party, the ominously named "Peace and Prosperity Party" who are naturally Paternal Autocrat. You have choices within that group, but nothing else. That's quite the lazy oversight, so if your future plans included playing as Communist Bhutan you may require a mod.
Turning to Nepal I've little to add over and above the issues highlighted above, save for the fact that Paradox has misspelt Tribhuvan's name and given him an erroneous 'a' on the end. The actual history of the sprawling Rana clan and their fights with King Tribhuvan about who actually ran the country are long, complex and probably of interest to few reading this, so I shall spare my fingers the typing.