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I'm a little bit Eurosceptic, I'm afraid.
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War in Canada would not be fun for Britain. The whole 'helping in wartime' thing works both ways, but British forces are already overstretched, especially with the fascist South Africans.
10 Downing Street, London, United Kingdom
Winston Churchill, Prime Minister of Great Britain and her Empire, stood solidly by his window, rain pouring down the clouded panes. His mind was as distorted as the street through the cascading water. He simply could not comprehend the bizarre events of the past day.
Vast swathes of British territory across the globe had simply vanished, or so it seemed. Malaysia and Singapore had disappeared, their armed forces with them except for a few outlying Royal Navy vessels. The Dutch East Indies - not British, but close allies - had disappeared with them. At more southerly latitudes, some strange enemy seemed to have seized the Dominion of South Africa and were pushing north through the British colonies. Pro-fascist, racist white supremacists seemed to be at the heart of the new government.
In North America, Newfoundland seemed to have suddenly regained Dominion status, taking a vast tract of Canadian land with it. Some sort of Quebecois rebellion seemed to be in progress, its supporters suddenly teleported into Quebec from goodness knows where.
Meanwhile, on the other side of the continent, the Soviet Union's leader, Joseph Stalin, had suddenly been replaced by some random Leftie, apparently installed in the Kremlin as leader. However, the Nazi aggressors seemed to maintain their captured territory and continued their war of attrition in the wastes of Russia, Ukraine, and Byleorussia.
Random individual vehicles and vessels from other realities also seemed to have appeared across the world. A panzer tank had been sighted in the Midlands, terrifying the locals before it was apprehended. Interrogation was ongoing, but it appeared that, in whatever world they came from, the forces at Dunkirk had been crushed and Britain occupied. It was likely the reports of a 'Nazi Zeppelin' from Scotland were in some way related to the 'Changing', as the media were calling it. But it was strange. Just a few hours ago, reports had come in from the British government in Cyprus that a vessel identifying itself as part of the 'Imperial Byzantine Navy' had been intercepted and interned.
But now the decision lay before him, and before Parliament, when he met with them tomorrow. What to do about it?
Winston Churchill, Prime Minister of Great Britain and her Empire, stood solidly by his window, rain pouring down the clouded panes. His mind was as distorted as the street through the cascading water. He simply could not comprehend the bizarre events of the past day.
Vast swathes of British territory across the globe had simply vanished, or so it seemed. Malaysia and Singapore had disappeared, their armed forces with them except for a few outlying Royal Navy vessels. The Dutch East Indies - not British, but close allies - had disappeared with them. At more southerly latitudes, some strange enemy seemed to have seized the Dominion of South Africa and were pushing north through the British colonies. Pro-fascist, racist white supremacists seemed to be at the heart of the new government.
In North America, Newfoundland seemed to have suddenly regained Dominion status, taking a vast tract of Canadian land with it. Some sort of Quebecois rebellion seemed to be in progress, its supporters suddenly teleported into Quebec from goodness knows where.
Meanwhile, on the other side of the continent, the Soviet Union's leader, Joseph Stalin, had suddenly been replaced by some random Leftie, apparently installed in the Kremlin as leader. However, the Nazi aggressors seemed to maintain their captured territory and continued their war of attrition in the wastes of Russia, Ukraine, and Byleorussia.
Random individual vehicles and vessels from other realities also seemed to have appeared across the world. A panzer tank had been sighted in the Midlands, terrifying the locals before it was apprehended. Interrogation was ongoing, but it appeared that, in whatever world they came from, the forces at Dunkirk had been crushed and Britain occupied. It was likely the reports of a 'Nazi Zeppelin' from Scotland were in some way related to the 'Changing', as the media were calling it. But it was strange. Just a few hours ago, reports had come in from the British government in Cyprus that a vessel identifying itself as part of the 'Imperial Byzantine Navy' had been intercepted and interned.
But now the decision lay before him, and before Parliament, when he met with them tomorrow. What to do about it?
TO: Unidentified airship/blimp
FROM: Glasgow Local Council
Identify yourselves, your allegiance and your craft. Do not attempt to land before reporting back, or you will be fired upon.
TO: The Government of Dominion of Canada
FROM: The Government of the United Kingdom
The crisis is known to us and we will do what we can to establish the nature of the 'Changing' affecting our world. Our High Commissioner to Canada, Malcolm MacDonald, will meet with you in Ottawa to ascertain the British response to the sudden conflict in Quebec and the secession of Newfoundland from the Empire as a Dominion.
Sorry for afk ness, I'm working on a post. It should be done some time tonight.
On that note, @Iluvatar, do you have active forces in north Africa?
Should be some in Egypt/Libya, and the Sudan. But some of those may have to be shipped off south to hold of the South Africans.
Expect my second post tomorrow BST, once I've read over all the new posts.
Okay :)
@Voltus_Ventus What img?
Liverpool, NW England, United Kingdom
Colonel Jonathan Cartwright of the Royal East Kent Regiment slouched despairingly in his chair. Stuck in Liverpool for a whole week, with nothing to show for it. Some rot about 'monitoring', 'inspecting' and 'reporting back', and off he'd been sent.
Glumly, he stared down at his Morse code set, hastily thrust into his hands on his first day by an overworked secretary. Around him, people wrote down, reported, replied to or forwarded messages to various people of authority. He knew no one, did nothing with any of them. The only thing they'd shared was that dizzy spell about an hour ago.
It had been odd - a wave of disorientation sweeping through the room, as if some strange gas had wafted in. They must have used up all their air or something, Cartwright supposed.
'Bleep, bleep-bleep-bleep, bleeeeep!' went his machine, startling him. Snatching up his pencil, he used his (limited) knowledge of Morse code to translate the message. It read:
'USS Tulsa?' wondered the Colonel. The only USS Tulsa he know was an American gunboat in the Pacific. Perhaps it had been transferred, to help with the convoys - though Cartwright had no idea how it could have got to the North Atlantic so quickly. Also, what was ZRCV 1? Shrugging, he tapped out a reply, not deeming it important enough to report. He had authority anyhow.
@Queen Raidne
Colonel Jonathan Cartwright of the Royal East Kent Regiment slouched despairingly in his chair. Stuck in Liverpool for a whole week, with nothing to show for it. Some rot about 'monitoring', 'inspecting' and 'reporting back', and off he'd been sent.
Glumly, he stared down at his Morse code set, hastily thrust into his hands on his first day by an overworked secretary. Around him, people wrote down, reported, replied to or forwarded messages to various people of authority. He knew no one, did nothing with any of them. The only thing they'd shared was that dizzy spell about an hour ago.
It had been odd - a wave of disorientation sweeping through the room, as if some strange gas had wafted in. They must have used up all their air or something, Cartwright supposed.
'Bleep, bleep-bleep-bleep, bleeeeep!' went his machine, startling him. Snatching up his pencil, he used his (limited) knowledge of Morse code to translate the message. It read:
FROM: USS Tulsa, ZRCV 1
TO: Liverpool
Unable to contact convoy HX-161 or escort ships. Convoy and escort position unknown. No enemy action to report. Please advise.
'USS Tulsa?' wondered the Colonel. The only USS Tulsa he know was an American gunboat in the Pacific. Perhaps it had been transferred, to help with the convoys - though Cartwright had no idea how it could have got to the North Atlantic so quickly. Also, what was ZRCV 1? Shrugging, he tapped out a reply, not deeming it important enough to report. He had authority anyhow.
@Queen Raidne
FROM: Liverpool
TO: USS Tulsa, ZRCV 1
Set course for Glasgow. Continue to report on convoy status and enemy action. Be prepared for further orders.
So it begins...
LOTR quote, there :)
LOTR quote, there :)
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Technically speaking Greenland was Danish until the Germans conquered Denmark, after which it was quasi-independent but occupied by US forces to protect it from possible German invasion. Iceland was similarly occupied by the British but was turned over to US forces.
That's what I meant :3
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