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Chapter I
London
September 3rd, 1938
The heavy clouds on the sky over inner London and the rain pouring down lead the casual observer to believe that this was just another day of stereotypical London Weather, but that was not true. Until a few hours ago the Auttumn of 1938 had been pleasantly warm. This however was of no Interest to the man that hurried past Nelsons Coloumn towards the one-way road that surrounded Trafalgar square. He motoined for a Taxicab and quickly glanced towards the grey Sky before getting in. Asked for his desired destination he simply said: "Foreign Office, and make it fast."
The black cab sped off. The man was lost in thought and could not see the headlines the Bewspaper Boys were selling with great success: "Hitler and Stalin to meet in Moscow", "German/Soviet Alliance?" and many more all saying essentially the same thing. He was a high official and the Foreign Office, and truth to be told, the Foreing Office had concentrated all of its efforts on deciphering this puzzling and potentiall dangerous developement ever since Hitler had first approached Stalin about it last spring. The Analysts at Century House and at the Foreign Office had been tried tehir best to make sense of Hitler seeking an Alliance with his ideological Nemesis. He sighed and lit himself a Cigarette when the cab pulled up in front of the Foreign Office Building at St. James Park where it formed a part of Whitehall. He climbed out and quickly dashed over to the entrance to avoid beeing totally soaked for his meeting. The Gaurds at the entrance knew him by sight, but still demanded to be shown his papers. He pulled them out of his pocket and handed them to the Guard with a slightly annoyed expression. The Guard handed them back to the man and moitoined him to pass the barrier that blocked the Entrance to the building.
He hurried through the halls, and broke into a run when he peeked at hsi wristwatch. The Foreign Secretary didn't like to be kept waiting, and the Prime Minister was with him. As much as he despised the man, calling him a "Spineless little Bastard" when in private he was the Prime Minister and deserved all of his best efforts at his work, as the man considered himself to be a professional Diplomat. Nevertheless he could think of better things to do on a Saturday afternoon and quietly calmed himself in preparation for his meeting with the PM Neville Chamberlain. Why Chamberlain had wanted the meeting to be held in the Foreign office was a mystery to him, as the Pm could have used the equally good facilities and No 10, but his was not to reason why and he therefore strode briskly towards the meeting room after quickly gulping donw a cup of lukewarm Tea in his own Office and to grab the Papers he would need. (AN: I would have drunken Coffee but he is British after all.) When he reached said meeting room just off the Foreign Secretarys Office he could already hear the Cabinet arguing over something, most likely the newest round of "Monroe Doctrine Statements" from the United States of American Peoples Republics or the toilet paper shortage in the Soviet Union, both beeing popular cafeteria jokes in Whitehall circles.
He shook his head to clear it and knocked tentatively on the door, not realy wanting to be on the recieving end of whatever argument had sprung uo in there. To his amazement he was quickly shown in by a minor stenographist and was promptly assessed by Chamberlain. "Ah, we've been waiting for you!" he turned back in his chair and said to the assembeled men: " I gather everyone knows Mr. Anthony Eden?" Eden, who had left the cabinet after the Anschluss of Austria inwardly chuckeled at the implied forgetfulness of his not exactly beloved former Cabinet colleagues and took his place at the table. Chamberlain swiftly moved to the next point on the Agenda, trying to give the impression of a deciciveness that he definitely lacked and said: "The next point on the Agenda is that blasted meeting Herr Hitler has with Stalin in Moscow. I have asked Anthony here to prepare what the Foreign Office has on the matter and to give us a full briefing. Lord Halifax, the current sitting Foreign Secretary was slightly annoyed at having been circumvented like this but said nothing, as he had spent most of the last month on a tour through Canada, inspecting the Border with Communist America that had been dubbed "The Iron Curtain" by a certain Conservative politician.
Canada, beeing effectively under siege on two sides ever since the Communist Revolution after the Assasination of President Hoover during his inaguration for his next Term was isolationist but nontheless kept issuing Statements about the "opression of the Canadian Workers by the British Empire" and was therefore seen as a threat. He was interrupted in his musings by Eden who cleared his throat and set on to speak. "What we have on the current Soviet/German Situation is rather limited I'm afraid. All that we know for sure from both the French and our own Diplomats in Moscow and Berlin is that Hitler and Stalin will meet in Moscow in a few weeks to discuss "mutual matters". The Embassy in Berlin also notes that the Germans have pretty much ceased their Anti-Soviet Propaganda Efforts and simply concentrate on their own domestic Communists as "troublemakers" and the like. We've also heard rumblings about new Warplans beeing drawn up by the German General Staff, but nothing solid so far, but Intelligence isn't my department anyways. In Russia the similar things are happening, only that Stalina is much more blunt, they already start praising the meeting and keep going on about how good for the Workers it would be and so on..." he paused to reshuffle his notes a bit and continued "Prime Minister, dear Cabinet Members, the Foreign Office concludes that the possibility of a Soviet/German Alliance, however unlikely and to be blunt insane it may seem to us is there. Anything further would fall into the area of Sir John Simon." Eden sat back down and leaned back in his chair, leaving the stage to Sir John Simon who was currently the head of MI6. "Gentlemen, Prime Minister," he started "Mr Eden has correctly pointed out that the possibility of said Alliance is there. Our sources within both Countries are limited, but what assets we have have told us that Stalin could be receptive, nothing more." He sat back down and the Prime Minister asked fro input from the military, but as it was expected the Army, Air Force and the Navy had even less to say than the MI6. In the end all that was known to the circles of Power in the United Kingdom was that two Ideological Enemies were suddenly best Friends and were on their way to form an Alliance that had the potential to rock the World to its core. Eden didn' really pay attention when the rest of the meeting shifted to domestic matters, among them the developement of a new Fighter Aircraft for the R.A.F. that Supermarine was currently working on, or the new Destroyers the Navy was developing. his mind was already preoccupied with the political and diplomatic ramifications of this "Unholy Alliance" would bring and made a mental note to have Lunch with his old Friend at the French Embassy at the earliest possible Moment. Swift and decicive Action was needed, the Allied Powers needed to make a combined and strong show of Force, preferably before any treaty was signed. Unfortunately Chamberlain was so afraid of a new War that he seemed to lack the willpower to do anything that might be seen as an agressive act, even if the Situation demanded it and it was more than likely that Britain would let this pass without comment or that Chamberlain would try to appease the two Dictators, making concessions in exchange for a shake and insecure peace, selling Britains soul to the proverbial Devil only to be rudely awakened a few years later. When the meeting finally ended Eden quickly walked back to his Office to finish some Paperwork, including a report about the State of the Country that a close accociate of his had asked for. He quickly greeted his secretary and said: "Could you be so kind and bring me another cup of tea dear?" before closing the door to his office. He quickly skimmed over one report, this one from the First Lord of the Admiralty: "Current OOB Homefleet/Battlesquadron: HMS Nelson, HMS Rodney, HMS Royal Oak, HMS Royal Souvereign, HMS Ramilies, HMS Hood, HMS Renown, HMS Repulse..." He laid the report aside and started to work on his own. There was much to do.
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Here we go again. HOI2 DDA 1.2 with a few custom modifications. Normal/agressive, I think you knwo the drill by now. Atlantic Friend, I hope you don't minde me borrowing your update style.
CHAPTER INDEX
Chapter I
London
September 3rd, 1938
The heavy clouds on the sky over inner London and the rain pouring down lead the casual observer to believe that this was just another day of stereotypical London Weather, but that was not true. Until a few hours ago the Auttumn of 1938 had been pleasantly warm. This however was of no Interest to the man that hurried past Nelsons Coloumn towards the one-way road that surrounded Trafalgar square. He motoined for a Taxicab and quickly glanced towards the grey Sky before getting in. Asked for his desired destination he simply said: "Foreign Office, and make it fast."
The black cab sped off. The man was lost in thought and could not see the headlines the Bewspaper Boys were selling with great success: "Hitler and Stalin to meet in Moscow", "German/Soviet Alliance?" and many more all saying essentially the same thing. He was a high official and the Foreign Office, and truth to be told, the Foreing Office had concentrated all of its efforts on deciphering this puzzling and potentiall dangerous developement ever since Hitler had first approached Stalin about it last spring. The Analysts at Century House and at the Foreign Office had been tried tehir best to make sense of Hitler seeking an Alliance with his ideological Nemesis. He sighed and lit himself a Cigarette when the cab pulled up in front of the Foreign Office Building at St. James Park where it formed a part of Whitehall. He climbed out and quickly dashed over to the entrance to avoid beeing totally soaked for his meeting. The Gaurds at the entrance knew him by sight, but still demanded to be shown his papers. He pulled them out of his pocket and handed them to the Guard with a slightly annoyed expression. The Guard handed them back to the man and moitoined him to pass the barrier that blocked the Entrance to the building.
He hurried through the halls, and broke into a run when he peeked at hsi wristwatch. The Foreign Secretary didn't like to be kept waiting, and the Prime Minister was with him. As much as he despised the man, calling him a "Spineless little Bastard" when in private he was the Prime Minister and deserved all of his best efforts at his work, as the man considered himself to be a professional Diplomat. Nevertheless he could think of better things to do on a Saturday afternoon and quietly calmed himself in preparation for his meeting with the PM Neville Chamberlain. Why Chamberlain had wanted the meeting to be held in the Foreign office was a mystery to him, as the Pm could have used the equally good facilities and No 10, but his was not to reason why and he therefore strode briskly towards the meeting room after quickly gulping donw a cup of lukewarm Tea in his own Office and to grab the Papers he would need. (AN: I would have drunken Coffee but he is British after all.) When he reached said meeting room just off the Foreign Secretarys Office he could already hear the Cabinet arguing over something, most likely the newest round of "Monroe Doctrine Statements" from the United States of American Peoples Republics or the toilet paper shortage in the Soviet Union, both beeing popular cafeteria jokes in Whitehall circles.
He shook his head to clear it and knocked tentatively on the door, not realy wanting to be on the recieving end of whatever argument had sprung uo in there. To his amazement he was quickly shown in by a minor stenographist and was promptly assessed by Chamberlain. "Ah, we've been waiting for you!" he turned back in his chair and said to the assembeled men: " I gather everyone knows Mr. Anthony Eden?" Eden, who had left the cabinet after the Anschluss of Austria inwardly chuckeled at the implied forgetfulness of his not exactly beloved former Cabinet colleagues and took his place at the table. Chamberlain swiftly moved to the next point on the Agenda, trying to give the impression of a deciciveness that he definitely lacked and said: "The next point on the Agenda is that blasted meeting Herr Hitler has with Stalin in Moscow. I have asked Anthony here to prepare what the Foreign Office has on the matter and to give us a full briefing. Lord Halifax, the current sitting Foreign Secretary was slightly annoyed at having been circumvented like this but said nothing, as he had spent most of the last month on a tour through Canada, inspecting the Border with Communist America that had been dubbed "The Iron Curtain" by a certain Conservative politician.
Canada, beeing effectively under siege on two sides ever since the Communist Revolution after the Assasination of President Hoover during his inaguration for his next Term was isolationist but nontheless kept issuing Statements about the "opression of the Canadian Workers by the British Empire" and was therefore seen as a threat. He was interrupted in his musings by Eden who cleared his throat and set on to speak. "What we have on the current Soviet/German Situation is rather limited I'm afraid. All that we know for sure from both the French and our own Diplomats in Moscow and Berlin is that Hitler and Stalin will meet in Moscow in a few weeks to discuss "mutual matters". The Embassy in Berlin also notes that the Germans have pretty much ceased their Anti-Soviet Propaganda Efforts and simply concentrate on their own domestic Communists as "troublemakers" and the like. We've also heard rumblings about new Warplans beeing drawn up by the German General Staff, but nothing solid so far, but Intelligence isn't my department anyways. In Russia the similar things are happening, only that Stalina is much more blunt, they already start praising the meeting and keep going on about how good for the Workers it would be and so on..." he paused to reshuffle his notes a bit and continued "Prime Minister, dear Cabinet Members, the Foreign Office concludes that the possibility of a Soviet/German Alliance, however unlikely and to be blunt insane it may seem to us is there. Anything further would fall into the area of Sir John Simon." Eden sat back down and leaned back in his chair, leaving the stage to Sir John Simon who was currently the head of MI6. "Gentlemen, Prime Minister," he started "Mr Eden has correctly pointed out that the possibility of said Alliance is there. Our sources within both Countries are limited, but what assets we have have told us that Stalin could be receptive, nothing more." He sat back down and the Prime Minister asked fro input from the military, but as it was expected the Army, Air Force and the Navy had even less to say than the MI6. In the end all that was known to the circles of Power in the United Kingdom was that two Ideological Enemies were suddenly best Friends and were on their way to form an Alliance that had the potential to rock the World to its core. Eden didn' really pay attention when the rest of the meeting shifted to domestic matters, among them the developement of a new Fighter Aircraft for the R.A.F. that Supermarine was currently working on, or the new Destroyers the Navy was developing. his mind was already preoccupied with the political and diplomatic ramifications of this "Unholy Alliance" would bring and made a mental note to have Lunch with his old Friend at the French Embassy at the earliest possible Moment. Swift and decicive Action was needed, the Allied Powers needed to make a combined and strong show of Force, preferably before any treaty was signed. Unfortunately Chamberlain was so afraid of a new War that he seemed to lack the willpower to do anything that might be seen as an agressive act, even if the Situation demanded it and it was more than likely that Britain would let this pass without comment or that Chamberlain would try to appease the two Dictators, making concessions in exchange for a shake and insecure peace, selling Britains soul to the proverbial Devil only to be rudely awakened a few years later. When the meeting finally ended Eden quickly walked back to his Office to finish some Paperwork, including a report about the State of the Country that a close accociate of his had asked for. He quickly greeted his secretary and said: "Could you be so kind and bring me another cup of tea dear?" before closing the door to his office. He quickly skimmed over one report, this one from the First Lord of the Admiralty: "Current OOB Homefleet/Battlesquadron: HMS Nelson, HMS Rodney, HMS Royal Oak, HMS Royal Souvereign, HMS Ramilies, HMS Hood, HMS Renown, HMS Repulse..." He laid the report aside and started to work on his own. There was much to do.
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Here we go again. HOI2 DDA 1.2 with a few custom modifications. Normal/agressive, I think you knwo the drill by now. Atlantic Friend, I hope you don't minde me borrowing your update style.
CHAPTER INDEX
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