A/N: Obviously, I don't own Civilization. I just mod it until I have
something I can call my own =) .
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The city of Mala'jaar was going about its usual businesslike hum, men and women heading to and from work like billions of others all throughout the world. At work, there was talk of families and vacations, attitudes and politics, things both domestic and international. Some of these people had friends or family, or perhaps both, who were serving in one of the Aztec Republic's military branches. Very few of this select group had people serving in a certain supply convoy traversing the Atlantic Ocean on its way to Europe in an effort to help one of the Aztec's closest international allies, the United Kingdom. No one could have imagined that on this cloudy day of May 15, 1967, one of the greatest wars in Earth's storied history would begin. And of those that may have had a slight clairvoyant inkling, none would've probably guessed that this war would begin with the destruction of an unimportant merchant fleet traversing the seas. And surely no one would've known that by the end of the year, the death toll would be nearing two billion souls. And perhaps it's sometimes better to not know what the future holds.
Malajad Ten'itlan, President of Aztecha. So the door read. The man reading the door thought it was rather foolish to write something so obvious on one's office door, but Malajad was vain and enjoyed seeing things with his name on them. After all, he'd even managed to convince the populace to rename Teno'chitlan, the capital of countless millennia. The next thought to cross the man's gray matter was why he was thinking such trite things with a report like the one he was about to deliver. Of course it wasn't the most earth-shattering news in the world, but still.he was wishing he'd remembered his coffee. Malajad looked up from his pile of papers as the man entered the room. His politician's grin crossed his face, sure that this man showing up wasn't to bring good news, but wanting to look happy to see him nonetheless.
"Ah! Mr. A'val. Please, take a seat." Malajad gestured to a chair across from his redwood desk. After taking a quick look around the room, A'val did as Malajad asked. Malajad then spoke, "So. Kato. What news do you bring to me today? The Colombians haven't been acting up again, correct?" Malajad fervently hoped that this was nothing more than a slight case of Civil Disorder. A'val, now seemingly fixated on the Aztec flag flapping over Monument Park two blocks away, spoke.
"Yes. Um. Mr. President, you are aware of the poor harvest in France this year?" Malajad nodded in an "of course I do, you idiot" sort of manner. "Well, if you may recall, three weeks ago you signed legislation to allow us to send food and other supplies to France." Malajad nodded again. "Well, Sir, it seems our latest shipment came under attack. We've withstood rather large casualties, in contrast to the size of the group."
"Meaning?" Malajad was obviously not about to be enjoying this day. He sighed inwardly.
"Well, Sir, the entire group was lost. Attacked by the Mongols and Chinese."
"In the Atalantic?"
"That's were the naval group was, Mr. President."
"So.how many did we have in this group?" Malajad was staring at Kato A'val with a grim intensity Kato wasn't too fond of.
"Well Sir.three Nuclear Subs. The ARS Quazecotal, Jeno'chla, and Ma'tanyas. At least 140 sailors on each. Eight merchant supply ships, an Aircraft Carrier and all her aircraft and ASW, and two Cruisers. About 3000 sailors lost in total, Sir. Along with two nuclear missiles on the Jeno'chla." Malajad leaned back in his chair, intertwining his fingers underneath the stubble on his chin. He appeared to have aged 10 years in the span of five minutes.
"Mr. A'val.you are aware that this is the largest amount of casualties sustained by any nation in any attack in 133 years? America's Pearl Harbor wasn't even this bad. And.you say this was perpetrated by China and Mongolia?"
"That's what I'm saying, Mr. President. And INTEL says Japan and North Korea may have lent some ships to the group. We have some satellite photos of the area around the attack. From what we've seen, these nations have a total of 6 carrier groups in the Atlantic. We have 2, America also has two. Most of our Navy is currently in the Pacific. A prime target for any military force from that area of the world. An emissary from the Soviet Union also arrived today. The Soviet KGB has reason to believe that the Oriental Coalition, as the group are calling themselves, have put to sea about 82% of their combined naval power. This seems to lead to only one conclusion, Mr. President." Malajad's grimace turned to a tired frown. "Sir?"
"A'val, all three terms I've held we've been in wars. First time around, we were fighting the Nazis over in Europe. Second time, Britain decided they should try and make us a clony for the twentieth century. And now I have no choice but to go to war against this Coalition my third term. Quite frankly, without any of the political mumbo-jumbo.this sucks, Mr. A'val."
"I couldn't have said it better myself, Sir." Malajad looked out the window at the city bearing his moniker. 6.2 million Aztec citizens were going about their daily routine.
"A'val. I want a document given to the Senate to ask for a declaration of war on every nation in this coalition. And get a coalition of our own started. I think this will be a pretty big."
"Of course, Sir. I'm sure it will pass."
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A/N: Obviously, this isn't a straight up Civilization fic. I've taken an occurrence within one of my most memorable games with the Aztecs and expanded to near-modern times in the familiar realm of this Earth. Not 15 nations, but 130. Feedback wanted of course.but I'll continue even without reviews.
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The city of Mala'jaar was going about its usual businesslike hum, men and women heading to and from work like billions of others all throughout the world. At work, there was talk of families and vacations, attitudes and politics, things both domestic and international. Some of these people had friends or family, or perhaps both, who were serving in one of the Aztec Republic's military branches. Very few of this select group had people serving in a certain supply convoy traversing the Atlantic Ocean on its way to Europe in an effort to help one of the Aztec's closest international allies, the United Kingdom. No one could have imagined that on this cloudy day of May 15, 1967, one of the greatest wars in Earth's storied history would begin. And of those that may have had a slight clairvoyant inkling, none would've probably guessed that this war would begin with the destruction of an unimportant merchant fleet traversing the seas. And surely no one would've known that by the end of the year, the death toll would be nearing two billion souls. And perhaps it's sometimes better to not know what the future holds.
Malajad Ten'itlan, President of Aztecha. So the door read. The man reading the door thought it was rather foolish to write something so obvious on one's office door, but Malajad was vain and enjoyed seeing things with his name on them. After all, he'd even managed to convince the populace to rename Teno'chitlan, the capital of countless millennia. The next thought to cross the man's gray matter was why he was thinking such trite things with a report like the one he was about to deliver. Of course it wasn't the most earth-shattering news in the world, but still.he was wishing he'd remembered his coffee. Malajad looked up from his pile of papers as the man entered the room. His politician's grin crossed his face, sure that this man showing up wasn't to bring good news, but wanting to look happy to see him nonetheless.
"Ah! Mr. A'val. Please, take a seat." Malajad gestured to a chair across from his redwood desk. After taking a quick look around the room, A'val did as Malajad asked. Malajad then spoke, "So. Kato. What news do you bring to me today? The Colombians haven't been acting up again, correct?" Malajad fervently hoped that this was nothing more than a slight case of Civil Disorder. A'val, now seemingly fixated on the Aztec flag flapping over Monument Park two blocks away, spoke.
"Yes. Um. Mr. President, you are aware of the poor harvest in France this year?" Malajad nodded in an "of course I do, you idiot" sort of manner. "Well, if you may recall, three weeks ago you signed legislation to allow us to send food and other supplies to France." Malajad nodded again. "Well, Sir, it seems our latest shipment came under attack. We've withstood rather large casualties, in contrast to the size of the group."
"Meaning?" Malajad was obviously not about to be enjoying this day. He sighed inwardly.
"Well, Sir, the entire group was lost. Attacked by the Mongols and Chinese."
"In the Atalantic?"
"That's were the naval group was, Mr. President."
"So.how many did we have in this group?" Malajad was staring at Kato A'val with a grim intensity Kato wasn't too fond of.
"Well Sir.three Nuclear Subs. The ARS Quazecotal, Jeno'chla, and Ma'tanyas. At least 140 sailors on each. Eight merchant supply ships, an Aircraft Carrier and all her aircraft and ASW, and two Cruisers. About 3000 sailors lost in total, Sir. Along with two nuclear missiles on the Jeno'chla." Malajad leaned back in his chair, intertwining his fingers underneath the stubble on his chin. He appeared to have aged 10 years in the span of five minutes.
"Mr. A'val.you are aware that this is the largest amount of casualties sustained by any nation in any attack in 133 years? America's Pearl Harbor wasn't even this bad. And.you say this was perpetrated by China and Mongolia?"
"That's what I'm saying, Mr. President. And INTEL says Japan and North Korea may have lent some ships to the group. We have some satellite photos of the area around the attack. From what we've seen, these nations have a total of 6 carrier groups in the Atlantic. We have 2, America also has two. Most of our Navy is currently in the Pacific. A prime target for any military force from that area of the world. An emissary from the Soviet Union also arrived today. The Soviet KGB has reason to believe that the Oriental Coalition, as the group are calling themselves, have put to sea about 82% of their combined naval power. This seems to lead to only one conclusion, Mr. President." Malajad's grimace turned to a tired frown. "Sir?"
"A'val, all three terms I've held we've been in wars. First time around, we were fighting the Nazis over in Europe. Second time, Britain decided they should try and make us a clony for the twentieth century. And now I have no choice but to go to war against this Coalition my third term. Quite frankly, without any of the political mumbo-jumbo.this sucks, Mr. A'val."
"I couldn't have said it better myself, Sir." Malajad looked out the window at the city bearing his moniker. 6.2 million Aztec citizens were going about their daily routine.
"A'val. I want a document given to the Senate to ask for a declaration of war on every nation in this coalition. And get a coalition of our own started. I think this will be a pretty big."
"Of course, Sir. I'm sure it will pass."
It did. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- -----------------------------------------
A/N: Obviously, this isn't a straight up Civilization fic. I've taken an occurrence within one of my most memorable games with the Aztecs and expanded to near-modern times in the familiar realm of this Earth. Not 15 nations, but 130. Feedback wanted of course.but I'll continue even without reviews.