Book III – Australia Impériale
“People will one-day look back and say: That was nice.” Arthur Napier, the Australian Prime Minister.
As the year 1840 gave way to 1841, Australia lay dormant, with little or no foreigner matters arising, and the home front remaining stable. One matter that did arise however was the new development of a new standard issue rifle, which was a fast improvement over the old models, and allowed greater firepower and greater accuracy. The Australian Cabinet went to visit the Imperial Australian Army Armoury (IAAA), where the new weapon was being tested, ready for issuing.
“These rifles are much lighter and simpler to operate than there predecessors. It uses modern black powder, and the bullet and fuse are in two parts. It is still rather cumbersome to reload, and it is still reloaded through the front of barrel, which means our lads will need to be standing to reload it.” The designer said as he loaded the rifle for Arthur Napier, the Australian Prime Minster to fire it on the firing range. He put the but of the rifle against his soldier, and pulled the firing the mechanism. A great cloud of smoke burst out from the barrel, and a small lead ball was hurled towards the target about 50 yards away. It snagged the edge of the target board.
“Not bad, certainly more accurate. Imaging if we had these when Byron and his mob were up North, could have shortened the war a bit eh?” Napier said, as he handed the rifle back to the designer, who stood there smiling, his moustache trim and proper. Napier enquired as to their next project, of which he promised the full support and funding by the government. As the party walked on, they were shown inside a laboratory, with numerous chemicals bubbling away in strange flasks, flames heating odd coloured liquids, and the strangest smell.
“What on earth are you doing in here?” Napier said as he held his handkerchief over his nose to stop the advancing stench.
“We are working on producing medicines that can prevent illness in people. These elixirs are coming along quite nicely. They were originally from Atjeh, and our team got some of these from the natives. They are still no where near ready for use, but within a year, we can expect some serious results.” The professor said, his white lab coat, grubby from the spills of various potions and chemicals. The parliamentary team departed in horse drawn carriages, that sped off back to Sydney, and ready for the next session of parliament.
In Atjeh, Winchester was enjoying his command of this new portion of the Australian Empire. There were rumblings though, as a few natives seemed to wish to see their king again, but alas it was only a few malcontents who were posing a small problem. Schools were being set up, and the natives were being taught to read and write in English, though it was a slow process. However, Australian influence had not been entirely complete, and illegal trading and smuggling was a real problem. Many goods were being smuggled around the coast, and after the sending of a terse message to Sydney asking for naval support to help stop the smuggling operations, the Commerce Raider Lion, formally the Sydney of the Australian Imperial Navy, was dispatched to Acheen, in order to intercept the supply of illegal cargo. The Lion was the most modern vessel in the Australian Imperial Navy, and her sister ship, Tiger, were powerful commerce raiders, very able and could easily challenge any wooden ship in the world.
Many ships that passed through the Straits of Malacca and along the coast were ships carrying Opium, grown in the rich fields of Siam, and the King of Siam grew fat off the wealth of this trade. The small, wooden sailing ship, long passed its prime, sailed serenely on along the coast. The Lion, on regular patrol along the coast intercepted the craft, and called for it to way anchor. The small boat ignored the shoutings of the Lion. Although the crew appeared to be from Asia, there was a glimpse of a white head just below the deck. As the Lion drew near, her powerful steam engines at full speed, she neared the small craft, with her various accompaniments of guns and cannon trained on the small craft. The Australian crew shouted again, and the men aboard the small watercraft continued sailing on. A warning shot from the Quick Firing 16 Pounder was fired into the air. The crew hosted up the rotted mast a flag of the kingdom of Holland. That defiant act did not stop the commander of the Lion boarding the vessel, and along with 5 tonnes of Opium there were a number of Dutch a national aboard. They were placed under armed guard in the Lion’s mess. Meanwhile, completely unaware of the potential situation, but determined to combat the land trade, Winchester choose a controversial decision. Rather than chew up Australian manpower, he formed up 3 Native battalions, which he hoped would be enough to expand them into three proper divisions, though whether Sydney would where the cost would be another factor. The events in Atjeh would once again draw Australia to a decision.
What should happen with the Dutch? Be released, imprisoned, executed?