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Today's World Census Report
The Largest Governments in Pax Britannia
World Census agents lined up at public agencies around the world in order to study the extent of government in nations, taking into consideration economic output, social and cultural significance, and raw size.
As a region, Pax Britannia is ranked 1,088th in the world for Largest Governments.
|1.||The Burman Kakistocracy of Basementees||Inoffensive Centrist Democracy Fascists||“The Eggs, We Demand More”|
|2.||The Rhodesian Literature Club of Fantrum||Civil Rights Lovefest Brave Progressives||“Walk softly, and have a bigger Navy than everyone”|
|3.||The Federal Republic of Maplestan||Civil Rights Lovefest Brave Progressives||“A good sword and a trusty hand, a merry heart and true”|
|4.||The Republic of South Africa of Estornia||Inoffensive Centrist Democracy Fascists||“Supreme et Republica!”|
|5.||The High Imperium of Letteron||Corporate Police State Halliburton||“Patria Et Victoria”|
|6.||The United Soviet Federation of Republic of British Russia||Democratic Socialists Ordinary Caring Intelligent World Citizens||“Workers of the world, Unite”|
|7.||The Commonwealth of Rhodesia of The Moon States||Inoffensive Centrist Democracy Fascists||“Sit Nomine Digna”|
|8.||The Archduchy and Electorate of Ancient Free and Accepted Masons||Left-Leaning College State Paradise||“Wit beyond measure is life's greatest treasure!”|
|9.||The Dominion of Augusta Regina||Democratic Socialists Ordinary Caring Intelligent World Citizens||“Pour la reine et l'egalité”|
|10.||The Jagiellonian Union of Commonwealth States of Britania||Left-Leaning College State Paradise||“Elválaszthatatlan és Oszthatatlan”|
- : Cakegrad ceased to exist.
- : The Not-So-Imperial Union of The Imperial Union of Scandinavia of the region The Commonwealth of Crowns cancelled the closure of its embassy in Pax Britannia.
- : The Liberatarian Empire of Rost Dreadnorramus of the region Raxulan Empire proposed constructing embassies.
- : The Republic of Antifa and Barbuda of the region The Commonwealth of Crowns ordered the closure of its embassy in Pax Britannia.
- : Embassy cancelled between Farkasfalka and Pax Britannia.
- : Embassy established between Pax Britannia and Chicken overlords.
- : The Armored Commonwealth of Thornmark arrived from Lazarus.
- : The Armored Commonwealth of Thornmark ceased to exist.
- : The ZeniMax Subsidiary of BethesdaSoftworks departed this region for The Reich.
- : The ZeniMax Subsidiary of BethesdaSoftworks arrived from Chicken overlords.
Pax Britannia Regional Message Board
May 31st, 1929
My Dearest Diary,
How glad I am for your company. I feel as though, in these many long nights, that you are perhaps alone in your singular understanding of me. It was difficult at first, Ill admit to you, bringing such unnecessary baggage to school with me at first. But having moved past that initial fear I've discovered a certain warmth, perhaps even comfort, in your presence with me. It makes up for the many times I am unable to steal away enough time to properly record my daily happenings. As though I carry with me a good friend, someone who shares my vision, my secrets, my fears. It is without judgement I can tell you such things, and I cannot state accurately how freeing it is. School has finished now for the summer respite, in two months time I will officially graduate to the higher learning classes, a higher level of work, and I fear I may be unable to keep up with the state of this diary going into the future.
Im worried, Diary, what if I cannot accomplish my studies, as Henrik before me? I do not want to be a lout who cannot give her best to Germany. The very notion is terrifying, What dishonor would a disgraced daughter bring Mother and Father? I could never live with myself, being responsible for something that horrible. Resolved, I find myself determined, against my fear to give my all to my schooling. I swear to you first of all, Diary, and to myself, that much.
Walter spoke to me again today. He invited me to his family farm just north, to fish along the banks of the Schladitzer Lake. He's a charming boy, taken of a bold nature and unbelievably shy when speaking to me. We first conversed many weeks ago during school when he required supplies such as parchment and pencils. He offered to draw me the setting sun in exchange for the simple crafts and made good on it not a day later. It was simply breathtaking to behold. The rugged sketch held inside it a heartfelt enthusiasm that seeped into my very body through my fingers as I held it. I couldnt comprehend how someone could possess such talent. We began a regular correspondence from then on, and he has shown me on some occasions, how he is able to craft such masterful art.
I find myself very much looking forward to such leisurely activities as fishing, though mother has cautioned me against the dangers boys present, I cannot properly heed her warnings. For when I envision his smile and genuine expressions I feel naught but a flustered excitement. What this feeling is, I haven't an idea, but if my heart is to lead me down this path, I shall follow it gratefully.
Henrik and Father had another fight, but this time it was different. The names normally shouted back and forth were absent, in their place the muffled sounds of disappointment and desperation. I found out today that Henrik has joined the army. I dont know what that means for him, but my heart swells with pride that my brother has chosen to serve the great German nation. Which conflicts deeply with the sorrow I hear from Mother, or the passionate anger from Father. I dont want Henrik to die, but I know this is what he wants, and if this is the way he feels is the best way to serve our nation and honor our family, I can no nothing but hug him tight and wish him the best. Besides, no one is shooting at anyone, and from what Henrik boosts, he'll be growing fat and happy with nothing to do soon enough.
~ M.A. Metzger
The Consortium is planning a move to Global Union Consortium. Whilst not strictly decided, it would be best for embassies to also be established there as well, to ensure a seamless transfer should it be required. Should it not be, the region will likely be deleted, so you don't need to worry about clutter.
Thank you for your support!
KC / Novum Orientis
Founder & Delegate
((Hello there! I'm the guy who ran Draku and Thornmark way back before the timeline reset.
Been a really, really long time since I've been back here, but I have returned to take leadership of Germany from Corsicinot. Sovereign Germania will be the account I post through.
I look forward to returning to making posts, and sorry if they're not the best written at first. Still gettin back into the swing of things.
Opening posts of what's happening in Germany will be coming soon!))
May 10th, 1958. 0912 Local Time
“‘Reverend and dear sir, I beseech you to hear my confession, and to pronounce forgiveness to me for God's sake’” recites the woman sitting on the other side of the confessional screen. What light penetrated the small windows to the outside world cast shadows upon what little of her face was visible, the shade accenting her grim expression. “Please, my child,” responded the pastor in the stall on the other side of the screen. “We have done this time and time again. There is no need for such formalities and orthodoxy with me, though I do accept the respect you are imparting on me with such words of tradition.” A thin, gentle smile is on the pastor’s wrinkled face as he continues. “I know what actions you will soon take that have lead you to this moment on this day. I should know, I had my hand in them myself.” He pauses, looking upwards. “Though I will hear you nonetheless. It is not really me you are confessing to, but rather to God through me, after all. Proceed, my daughter.”
The chest of the woman slowly rises and falls as she takes a deep breath, the polished metal buttons of her grey uniform momentarily sparkling in the rays of light seeping in. “Father, forgive me of not only the sins I have committed, but of the sins I am about to commit upon others.” She pauses, considering her words. “Lives will be lost, and suffering will be committed. I am to commit acts of vengeance, and the sin of Wrath will surely stain my soul. But…” She straightens her posture, the light shining across her eyes beneath the brim of her helmet, a fire of determination sparking in those light blue irises. “What I do, I do out of love for my country, and for the honor of my family. My enemies are not just my own, but a threat to the once great nation of Germany, who sully the name of Our Lord, God Almighty with each proclamation they make in His divine name.” The spark of determination in her eyes turned into a flame as her voice started to shake with emotion. The pastor raised and placed his hand up against the simple wooden screen separating the two, calm and peace seemingly emanating from him. The woman, exhaling, places her hand opposite of his on her side of the screen, seeming to relax a bit.
“Apologies, Father… My passions are getting the better of me,” she says. The pastor chuckles softly, slowly shaking his head. “There is no need, my child. You have your grandmother’s fire in your veins. Not even I could do much to temper those flames when she got so enthralled, and I spent 16 years as her son…” He slowly falls silent, his gentle features shifting from a smile to a sorrowful expression.
“Fifty-two year… fifty-two long years it’s been since she was taken from this earthly realm to the kingdom of heaven. And yet I can still remember it so clearly.” The man closes his eyes, memories of events so long ago filling his conscious mind. “The doors being kicked in, the gunfire of the Royal Guards fighting off the Aplotzkii’s goons in the distance while I was rushed through the corridors to the Royal Armory. A hail of gunfire, bullets passing by my head and striking my arm as I got to the makeshift barricade. My brothers manned the lines with the Royal Guards. Wilhelm, Eitel, Adalbert, August, Oskar, princes all of them. Those who lived outside of the Imperial Palace had been forced to flee their own homes in the initial days of the coup. I was too wounded to fight, even though I begged to be allowed to. They devised a plan to get me and my sister, Viktoria, to safety, with me dressed as a Royal Guard. We slipped out of the armory with a handful of Royal Guards just in time, for not a moment later the barricade was breached. Frantic gunfire, the sounds of my brothers dying echoing to us down the corridors as we fled. I heard the screams of my mother as her sons died before her, then the screams were silenced by rifle fire. Soon, all that echoed down the halls were the last words of my father, Kaiser Wilhelm himself: ‘I’d rather die defending the honor of Germany than live having handed it over to the devil himself!’ Followed by a pair of pistol shots from what I can only assume was his revolver, to which the response was him being gunned down like a dog. The Aplotzkiis soon pursued us. Viktoria’s white nightgown so quickly drew their fire in the darkness… Only the dark grey of that uniform allowed me to evade their fire and eventually their pursuit…” Joachim, son of Kaiser Wilhelm II, now pastor, opened his eyes, looking to his daughter.
“That same uniform you’re wearing. Resized to fit you, of course.” Joachim said, the old man’s smile slowly returning. “God hears your confession, my child, and he shall forgive you. His blessing is upon the task you are to undertake.” He locks his eyes with hers, the glimmer of hope and pride in his eyes as he looks. “Go forth, Viktoria. Restore Germany in memory of your grandfather, your grandmother, my fallen brothers, and in memory of your namesake, my sister. They are looking down from heaven upon you, alongside God Almighty.”
Viktoria gave a solemn nod, “I will, father. Germany shall be made anew; her enemies crushed; her honor and glory restored.” Joachim looks forward as Viktoria spoke, and with a deep voice, he recites. “‘As thou believest, so be it done unto thee. And by the command of our Lord Jesus Christ I forgive thee thy sins, in the name of the Father and of the Son and of the Holy Spirit. Amen.’” “Amen,” Viktoria responds, and opens the confessional door, her boots clicking against the stone floor of the church as she walks to the front door, the two men in similar uniforms that guarded the main door quickly snapping to attention and opening the large oaken doors.
Viktoria Madeleine Louise Charlotte, descendant of the House of Hohenzollern, Queen of Prussia, and rightful heir to the German Empire, paused just at the threshold, looking back for a moment at the stained glass image of the Virgin Mary on the far window, silently reciting a prayer before uttering a simple “Amen”, then turning and stepping outside into the light.
May 10th, 1958. 0928 Local Time
The warm spring sun shined down on Viktoria as she exited the church, light glistening off of the polished metal of her uniform. In one smooth motion, she places her pickelhaube on her head, her long dirty blond hair braided and tucked away inside the helmet. Her hand lightly rests on the hilt of the ornate saber on her hip, an intricately engraved gunmetal Mauser C96 holstered on her other hip. Before her in the courtyard of the church stood men and women dressed in similar uniforms, the sons and daughters of what little of the old Royal Guard survived the 1906 coup, and even a few old men of the original Guard acting as officers and leaders to the new generation. At the base of the steps leading down to the courtyard was a row of pews that had been moved outside. There sat many of the old German Aristocracy.
Old men and women, once of noble status before their titles were made nothing more than simple words to symbolize the history of their great ancestors when the Aplotzkiis removed their power because of those Aristocrat’s continued loyalty to the old German Empire. Though their titles by themselves were almost politically powerless in the Corsicinot Government, the wealth and influence of the old elite was still strong, especially with those who did not necessarily approve of the Corsicinot Government.
Viktoria looks over the Royal Guards, the Aristocracy, and the handful of independent news reporters and cameras. Taking a deep breath, she straightens her uniform and marches calmly forward to the podium set up at the top of the steps. The freshly polished dark wood almost glistened in the light with the polished metal of the microphone that sat atop it. Carved and freshly painted on the front of the podium was the old Imperial Coat of Arms in all its glory. She began removing her gloves as she approached the podium, placing them down when she reached it. She pulled out a piece of paper from inside her jacket, laying it out before then removing her pickelhaube, her long braid laying across her left shoulder. Taking a deep breath, she looks to one of the reporters, who gives a nod and a thumbs up. She gives a nod of confirmation in return and locks her eyes with the camera pointed directly at her as the red light on it flashes on, broadcasting the scene across almost every non-state run independent channel across Germany. The nation was watching, and those who weren’t soon would be.
“People of Corsicinot - no, people of Germany, hear me now. My name is Viktoria. Few have met me, and even fewer know who I truly am. But you would have heard of my ancestors.
They built this nation into what it is today. They brought us to greatness; to commanding a quarter of the world at one time. Our nation was the forefront of industry, of science, of economics, and of military might.”
“And all of that was lost when the hand that guided that great nation was cut off. My ancestors, the ones who had protected and led the German Empire, were murdered by an enemy that sought not to build, but to destroy the foundations that Germany was built upon. They sought not to lead, but to control the people of the nation. They sought the worship of themselves over God Almighty Himself.”
“Perhaps my enemies have realized by now who I am. However, the fact that I am alive on this day proves their spies are not as good as they believe. Allow me to inform them, and you, my people, of my name, my title, and my purpose:” Viktoria straightens her posture, coming fully to attention as her voice booms with surprising depth and strength.
“My name is Viktoria Madeleine Louise Charlotte of the House of Hohenzollern, daughter of Prince Joachim Franz Humbert, granddaughter of Kaiser Wilhelm II. I am Queen of Prussia, and, by the blessing of God and the Constitution of the German Empire of 1871, I am the rightful Kaiserin of the Empire of Germany. Fifty-two years ago, twenty-four years before I was born, my birthright was stolen from me, my family executed by the traitors and heretics of the Aplotzkii. My father, Prince Joachim, barely escaped the purges with his life thanks to the few who were still loyal to the true regents of Germany. And so I stand here before you and I shall declare unto you, my people, that the Aplotzkiis will be punished for their betrayal and their degradation of our Holy Germania.”
“I declare, on this day, May 10th, in the year of our Lord 1958, that the sins and crimes of the Aplotzkii Regime will be punished. I declare the dawn of the Second German Empire, the true, rightful successors to the German Empire. By the grace and strength of God and with the blood of my ancestors, I declare war upon the twisted, unholy abomination that is Corsicinot, and upon the vile traitors and heretics of the House of Aplotzkii and those who worship them. I declare this to not only be a war of vengeance and a war of restoration, but a Holy Crusade against the Aplotzkii menace. May God have mercy on the souls of our enemies, for no mercy shall be given to them by us.”
Enthralled by passion, Viktoria unsheathes the polished blade on her hip and raises it high. Taking their cue, the small band in the back started playing Preussens Gloria with gusto. “People of Germany, hear me now! Join me in this great struggle. Lend your rifles, lend your swords, lend your lives in this cause oh so righteous and just! Your brothers and sisters need you now in this time of need! Your Kaiserin calls upon you in her time of need! Germany calls to you to liberate her from these shackles of oppression! Almighty God calls upon you to rid this holy land of the Aplotzkii blasphemers! Our war begins, my brothers and sisters! Glory unto God! Glory unto the German people! Glory unto the Second German Empire!” A thunderous roar erupts from the men and women in formation before her, rifles with bayonets affixed held high while the old aristocrats stood from their seats and applauded. The sound of artillery guns boomed in the distance with the crescendo of the orchestra.
And thus, the first shots of the German Imperial Revolution were fired.
This is an official message from the Imperial Office of Germany, dated May 13th, 1958.
The following is an open dispatch to all (non-Carsonist) nations and organizations from Her Royal Majesty, Viktoria Madeleine Louise Charlotte von Hohenzollern, Queen of Prussia and Kaiserin of the Second German Empire. Quote:
While ‘friend’ may seem like a hollow or presumptuous choice of words on my part to some, my intentions on the international stage are nothing more than that: friendly and cordial. I seek to establish official and open discourse with my fellow nations, both on the continent and abroad.
I will not lie; the future of the restored Germany which I guide is a precarious and delicate thing. In order to fully succeed against the Apolotskii menace, Germany needs the aid of her allies, both past and potentially future. I am deeply honored and blessed by the devotion of my countrymen and women, but devotion alone cannot win a war. Germany needs equipment. Food and commodities for her people. Medicine for the wounded and the ill. Rifles, artillery, tanks, aircraft, and equipment for these weapons of war for her brave men and women who fight for such a righteous cause. Even volunteers, if this war gets so desperate.
At this time, Germany cannot give much in exchange for such support, only the promise that any aid and equipment will be used to alleviate the suffering of my people and to bring the downfall of the Apolotskiis and their false state. However, neither I nor Germany will forget your contributions. Your assistance in our time of need will be repaid in full and more, either through monetary, political, military, or diplomatic compensation. Help me restore Germany to glory, and Germany will help you.
Please, my potential friends, recognize and support the Second German Empire as your equal, and you shall have our respect, our admiration, and more.
- Kaiserin Viktoria von Hohenzollern
God save the Kaiserin.
God save Germany.
Victory in the East! - December 20th, 1958
- Today, Premier-Führer Abram Volder at last broke a pensive silence which had fallen over the wireless, as well as Angola's rapidly expanding television network with joyous news! The most venerable leader of the Angolan nation brought to the people developments from the growing eastern front, where he confirmed a freshly stricken victory against the ignominious Kongolese. Based off a handful of reports and the Premier-Führer's own recounting, it has become apparent that Army Purple, under the leadership of General Ernst Criado, has undoubtedly crushed the latest bout of enemy resistance along the Lulua River.
After lauding the heroism and eternal bravery of the young Angolan men who gave the ultimate sacrifice on the lines against the imperialist aggressors, the Premier-Führer would deliver a most fiery speech before the National Assembly. Decrying what he described as attempts to misinform the Angolan people with rumors of an apparent "futility of the war," he proceeded to remark that "the greatest weapon the international cabal possesses within its arsenal is its lies." The lies, which he claimed took the form of misconstrued stories of Angolan defeats on the battlefield, can be expected to try and seep into Angolan homes and minds. Elaborating on the possibility of enemy-propagated mistruths, the Premier-Führer warned of how these lies "will separate the weak-minded from the Angolan-minded," and that anyone who believes the enemy's illusions are "no Angolans at all."
Following a pause in his speech, Premier-Führer Volder continued by lamenting an apparent illness which had befallen commander of Army Green, General Viktor Rist, which sources report to be an early-stage entry into some form of mental decay. The great leader appeared greatly saddened by the revelation that the General would likely be unable to serve in his post, as well as greatly angered by an apparent suggestion by treacherous forces that the impending retirement and alleged diagnosis had any relation to a completely fabricated disagreement between the two men. Many citizens of Luanda, at the Premier-Führer's behest, also took to sending letters of love and support to the outgoing national hero, despite him not having been seen for the past week.
Further defying all odds, Premier-Führer Volder went on yet another tour of one of Angola's finest chocolate-chip ration producing facilities outside of Mussende, where he gave yet another riveting statement to a crowd of workers, most of whom were women. Saluting their tireless work to keep Angolan soldiers fed and, above all, support the war effort, he would call on all Angolans who have encountered or may soon encounter enemy occupation through a radio address. Simply calling on them to "resist by any means possible," the Premier-Führer spoke of how "every Angolan man, woman, and child, must be ready to sacrifice their all against any enemy..."
"...Be they capitalist puppets from Salisbury, or jack-booted gravonists from Wilhemsburg... [we] must all be prepared to sacrifice everything for Angola."
National Heroes Promoted - December 21st, 1958
- Following the untimely retiring of General Viktor Rist, the noble leader of our sacred Republic tasked War Minister Naaman Bogote with seeking out an ideal candidate to fill in a pair of vacant boots. With oversight from the Premier-Führer, Bogote proudly announced to the High Command that he had officially recommended the appointment of Lieutenant General Claudio Cabral, which Volder had agreed with. The newly-appointed General Cabral, known for his current noble task of managing the movement of food rations to coastal civilians with the help of the men under his command, did not actually receive notice of his promotion until hearing of it over the radio.
Being the only member of the High Command of most-entirely Portuguese descent, the Premier-Führer expressed happiness with the promotion as working in tandem with his additional goal of "making the military and government look more like Angola."
Additionally, as per the machinations of the moving chain of command, various other positions were in need of replacement, ultimately including the newly created position of Head of Internal Security for the Luanda Area, a position created subordinate to the Director of the Zivilpolizei. Filling the position is, it would seem, former commander of the women's wing of the Volkskampfgruppen, Hansina Linda, who graciously accepted her appointment in an extravagant speech before the directing board of the Zivilpolizei.
On a more entertaining note, the Angolan Screeners' Guild released the announcement of an upcoming film called Nation's Pride, which will be screened in Luanda sometime next year! While not much is yet known of the film's premise, it has so far promised to be a most explosive tale of heroic patriotism displayed on the frontlines by Angolan soldiers. Rumored to be one of the most high-budget films in recent history, it has accrued tremendous fascination not only by the general populace, but even the Premier-Führer himself. Despite his usually not caring for films made in association with creators from "treacherous England," Volder has expressed that he would keep a firm eye on the development and attention given to the impending cinematic spectacle.
Claudio Cabral becomes a General
Tennant to instate new constitution: Nobility out, Sovereign in
Prime minister Roger Tennant and his government have published their proposition for a new constitution for the country. The constitution has been drafted in cooperation with all the major parties and will be in effect starting from 1.1.1960. It will change three significant things: the heredity of noble titles, the status of constituent countries, and the new office of head of state.
Abolition of hereditary titles
According to the new constitution, noble titles will no longer be passed on to the next of kin. Sons and daughters of dukes, marquesses, earls, viscounts, barons, baronets, and knights born after 1.1.1960 will not be entitled to use these titles in any official circumstances. However, existing titles will remain official until their last bearer dies. Also, 'pretence of nobility' will no longer be a misdemeanour, meaning that it is perfectly legal to use these titles unofficially, be the person related to nobility or not.
This change will be most notable for the Bowes-Lyon family. Duchess Elizabeth of England, her consort Duke Philip, and their children, Lord Charles of Wales and Lady Anne of Cambridge will keep their titles, but When the Duchess dies, her title will not pass on to Lord Charles. Thus, Elizabeth will be the last hereditary head of state of England, but the 32-year-old duchess most likely still has many decades before the end of her reign.
The change of constitution requires a five-sixths majority in the parliament, so the government had to secure the support of Yr Undeb Gealtaidd, the Celtic party with 26 seats. The party leadership made it very clear that they will not back any proposition to weaken the Cornish monarchy, so royal titles were excluded from the abolishment: Queen Lovisa's son Harry and his son Hugo will, in time, become Kings of Cornwall, as will their descendants.
Power stripped from constituent countries
Starting next year, Britannia will no longer be a federation but a unitary republic. The country shifts to a more streamlined system of legislation with significant power in civil matters still remaining in the hands of regional administrations. In effect, the local governments will continue to organise their own postal, social, and police services as well as education, but they will not be able to pass any new local laws without the consent of the British parliament. As a part of this reform, the word 'State' will be removed from the official names of the constituent countries. From now, they will be known simply as England, Scotland, Ireland, Wales, and the Kingdom of Cornwall (sticking to their special status here as well).
It is rumoured that this new system of devolution was proposed by the Conservative party and its inclusion in the new constitution was the only way to get the party to back the proposal. Again, the required support of 450 members of parliament has forced the government to include legislation they did not actually want. Undoubtedly, this will leave a heavy scar on the relations between the Tories and the Scottish and Irish national parties that heavily support stronger autonomy of the constituent countries.
Sovereign to be elected this September
Another major change in the system of government is the creation of the office of the Sovereign. For over 80 years, Britain has been without a politically non-affiliated head of state, and many have spoken for the creation of such an office before. Still, not until the Republican party became a part of Tennant's coalition government has the idea been seriously discussed at the top level. Unlike the monarchs of old, the modern Sovereign will be elected in a direct referendum for 10 years at a time. Sovereign candidates are allowed to be members of a political party, but they must resign their membership if they are elected, as the Sovereign must be politically neutral and only protect the constitution.
First such election will be in September this year, and the winner will start his 10-year tenure at the strike of the new year 1960. The Sovereign will act as the official head of state, host and attend state visits, and appoint the new prime ministers after parliamentary elections. He will also have the right to disband the cabinet if it abuses its power. There has been much discussion as to where the Sovereign's official residence will be, as there are several places in the Greater London area that have the necessary grandeur and banquet facilities. A movement lead by Margaret Thatcher, the only Conservative MP from the Enfield constituency, is demanding Buckingham Palace to be restored as the home of the Sovereign. However, the City of Westminster has announced that they will not agree to move their City Hall away from the former royal palace. Currently, the most likely candidate is Stafford House, a large 19th-century mansion located just 200 metres away from Buckingham Palace and owned by the Foreign Office.
Helmstedt, German-Corsicinot Western Front
January 24th, 1959. 0213 Local Time
Seven months. Seven long months of hard fighting had taken its toll on the once enthusiastic men and women of the German Imperial Army’s 9th Infantry Battalion. The bright smiles and high hopes of these soldiers had soon soured not long after their first taste of the true horror and bloodshed of modern warfare. Yet, their determination in their cause had not waived. Rather than abandoning all hope, their enthusiasm hardened into a firm, dutiful determination. And so, the men and women of the 9th Infantry weathered the cold winter rain and snow, along with the civilian populace of the war-torn town of Helmstedt.
The enthusiasm of the populace, while not as high as some other towns, was still enough to give the 9th Infantry a warm welcome when they entered the area in the Empire’s Fall Offensive. As the offensive ground to a standstill mid-October however, and winter started to settle over the land, defensive lines were prepared for the Imperial forces to weather out the upcoming months and hold their recently gained western and southern territory. With the experience of their officers, veterans of the First Great War, trench lines were dug, bunkers and pillboxes hastily constructed, artillery and anti-tank positions established. Limited in armor and aircraft, ad hoc armored vehicles were made and civilian aircraft were converted to serve military roles. These improvised vehicles of war were forced into service alongside the relics dragged out of the museums of the First and Second Great Wars as the Aplotzkiis began their counter-offensive during the winter. Sending armor that was either half a century old or a glorified tractor with some armor welded to it against modern tanks may not have seemed like the best choice to an outside perspective, but it was all that was available at that time. Negotiations with other countries for more modern equipment were sadly still underway, so these relics and civilian vehicles were all that was available in large quantities.
The silence of the cold night was shattered as the boom of the Corsicinot SPGs began opening fire in the distance. Shells rained down upon the entrenched Imperial line, but this occurrence was not new to the 9th Infantry. It was not uncommon for the Aplotzkii forces to deny the Imperials any rest though the night. What changed, however, was as soon as the artillery stopped falling, the roar of jet aircraft and the hum of modern armor replaced the thunder of artillery. This night, the Aplotzkii’s were advancing on the town of Helmstedt with the full force of their technological advantage. Bright flares launched into the sky, their light illuminating the front in the darkness, though soon their light was almost outshone by the amount of lead and ordinance unleashed upon the trench line. Mechanized infantry supported by tanks and aircraft pushed forward, crossing the fields of barbed wire slowly and seemingly with ease, advancing upon the first Imperial trench lines along the outskirts of the town. Little fire was returned by the trenches, and to an outside observer, it would seem as if the will of the 9th Battalion had finally broken and they had fled. Confident, the Aplotzkiis pushed on, deeper into the city.
Of course, the 9th Battalion had not simply broken and fled. Knowing full well they couldn’t take on the Corsicinot military in direct conflict, more advanced and unconventional tactics were needed. So, amidst the fire and advance of the Aplotzkii forces, the 9th retreated from the outskirts deeper into the city, where the real battle would begin.
As a Corsicinot armor column advanced up one of the roads, AT guns hidden in the side roads took out the front and rear tank while explosives were thrown down from the buildings into the armor below. A few blocks away, an Imperial combat engineer pushed down on the plunger of a detonator, explosive charges causing the controlled demolition of a building onto an Aplotzkii mechanized platoon. The deep, continuous thud of old AA guns from the Second Great War was heard as a Corsicinot plane was shot out of the sky by concealed turrets. Mines placed beneath the stones of old roads, snipers in every vantage point, tripwires with shotguns placed in entrances, heavy machine gun nests quietly hidden in the shadows of windows until the bark of their firing revealed them to the enemy in the streets below who quickly were mowed down. Scenes of ambush and guerrilla warfare like those and many others played out across Helmstedt, some successful in eliminating their targets, others not as successful, but all achieved their goal of increasing the psychological pressure and attrition upon the Aplozkiis. Paranoia about every shadow and window soon spread through the attackers while the defenders fought on, waging their new form of warfare. As added pressure, hidden loudspeakers played audio telling the Corsicinot forces to surrender, to leave the service of their false regime and to join their brothers and sisters on the side of Germany.
Slowly, as the sun rose up and the morning mist settled in, the Aplotzkiis pushed deep into the heart of the city center itself, where they heard the beginnings of the 9th Battalion’s counter-attack. The roar of old warengines and the rumble of ancient iron advancing greeted the Aplotzkii forces, most of their own vehicles having been damaged or trapped. The old beasts of wars long ago slowly, unhaltingly advanced, the flags and emblems of an Empire long gone still painted onto their hulls. Some had men who had originally crewed them at their command, both men and machines dedicating their twilight years to restoring the Empire those old decals once represented. Other, more recent pieces of armor rolled forth alongside their old counterparts, some also being crewed by veterans who had experienced the shame and dishonor their former Aplotzkii officers had brought to their homeland by the loss of the Second Great War. With these vehicles advanced the mixed infantry of the 9th Battalion and the civilian militia of Helmstedt, men and women fighting for their families, their lives, their God, and the future of their nation.
By midday, the Corsicinot forces had retreated back to the outskirts of the city, and were in full rout back to their old lines. The 9th Battalion did not pursue past the outer defenses. They simply returned to their old positions, manned their old guns, and waited while their engineers, logistics personnel, and members of the civilian militia began gathering the equipment of the former attackers that had been left behind, and captured those who had surrendered or had been left behind as well. Now was not the time to attack, but the time to build up. To refill losses with captured superior gear and those willing to fight.
Germany holds and waits. She waits for the time and the strength to begin advancing once more. Losses will be taken, and the war will not be a quick one, but in the end, Germany will be victorious, for they have God and the Kaiserin on their side, and now, the tanks of their enemy as well.
Scotia Flow In Detail (sort of) - It Flies - Issue 30, January 1959 (Why did I never put his here?)
After almost three years of development the first prototype of the F56 Thunderscreech took flight. We don't have many specifics about the aeroplane but we can confirm one thing. It is loud. Very, very loud. Probably has some guns. One of our brave journalists asked the lead designer, Alexander Cartwheel, about the loudness of the aircraft.
"Well, you see, the craft is so loud because the blades of the propeller are constantly moving at supersonic speeds. Sounds crazy, right? It will instill FEAR INTO THE ENEMIES OF SCOTIA FLOW! That is, if we had any. Man, I really hope we'd have enemies to test this mighty beast on. Uhh, anyways, the prototype flies, but it has some pretty major maneuverability issues. Now clear off, I am thinking about ways to fix that."