World War III – The Frontlines are Drawn
4th February 1943
Catastrophe and Kaboom were doing their thing. That was to say, Catastrophe was fronting an effective campaign of war that would soon see the British pushed from Egypt.
And Kaboom had gotten his tank over Suez somehow and was charging wildly off into the desert.
Needless to say, Commonwealth forces were confused and in disarray.
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5th February 1943
Whilst the war in the desert was beginning to heat up, in Europe the battle was in full swing. The German commander of Roman Allied Forces had led an extremely fast campaign, crushed the Polish border defences and squeezed the country to death from all sides. Once more, it seemed, Warsaw would fall at the hand of the German Reich.
Meanwhile, the Russians were slower to move into Finland. The two countries were still incredibly unfriendly with each other, and had plenty of bad blood over real blood spilt in the recent past. Unfortunately, this was no time for old grievances, for the Finnish were finally totally exhausted of war-making capacity, having been desperately defending their country for much of the past six years without pause.
It would take a mighty Russian army, and probably some Imperial help, to keep the combined Allied assault out. In the cold frosts and blizzards of the north, the Norwegian front began to slowly creep forwards.
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9th February 1943
Utterly ignored by all was a small battle between a single American division and the Gibraltar garrison. Whilst generating large casualties for the Commonwealth, the Rock held and the Americans withdrew within a few hours of fighting.
It was not until much later that the significance of this small incident was realised.
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13th February 1943
Whilst Catastrophe and Kaboom, and the men of the Asian wars fought in the east, the more experienced Old Guard that had built much of the Roman Empire was in West Africa. These men were being rewarded for their service with the promise of one thing: the responsibility of finally decapitating the Free French, the Empire’s oldest enemy.
Unlike Egypt, which held deeply emotive importance innately, as a core part of the Roman world, this region was (aside from the French connection), mostly strategic. The fall of West Africa would mean the British would have a much longer and less secure journey around Africa, across the Atlantic and around the world. It was no severing of Suez in terms of serious deathblows to the British, but would surely aid the Americans in the fight on their own soil.
And, unlike in East Africa and the Sudan, where the British were much stronger than the relatively weak and newly decolonised Italian allied states, the West African members of the Roman Alliance were hardy, ready and very willing to kill Frenchmen in large numbers. Indeed, they, much like the central and southern African states within the Italian war effort, surprised and delighted Imperial command with their competence and dedication to the fight.
Liberia and the other coastal former colonies worked quickly to connect their territory together, expelling the French in a sudden and bloody maneuverer that saw the Free French army panic, abandon their defences against the northern border with Rome and retreat south to defend their capital, which at this time was Bamako. The Romans duly sallied forth after them, with the aim of meeting up with their most excellent colleagues for a spot of colonial revenge.
Still, despite the early successes, the British ports in the west were far from the frontlines, and Commonwealth reinforcements could arrive at any time. The Romans were wary of becoming bogged down in an extremely difficult region to fight through, and were not yet fully convinced their decolonised friends could withstand an all-out attack from a properly equipped European army.
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14th February 1943
“Well, well, Alan. Last year you got me a whole country for Valentines. What surprise do you have in store now?”
“Ah, we thought more of the same, given it went down so well. Estonia is yours, Mighty Cheesare. Or rather, it’s currently Russia’s, who want’s to be ours…bit complicated that.”
“A modern fairy-tale romance of bad dialogue and terrible mixed messages for all,” the Emperor wiped his tears away. “Bless you, Alan. Happy Valentines.”
“Oh, and the Finns have fully mobilised and gotten all their men to the Norwegian front. I guess a few were still hanging around the Russian border in case they wanted to try again.”
Trying not to get too excited here. The chances of them actually standing up against the rest of Scandinavia are...slim.
“That’s quite a turnabout! How long do you think they can maintain that for?”
“Fuck knows. Probably not very long though. Two completely fresh countries backed up by the Commonwealth versus one extremely battered nation, and ‘help’ from an ally that would much rather they annexed them?”
“Mmm. Still, look on the bright side! Churchill thought he was going to take Helsinki last time as well, and he never did.”
“That’s true, Mighty Cheesare, but I think the Norwegians at least have learnt from their previous experiences. Plus, Sweden is a hack, and a bastard.”
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18th February 1943
Catastrophe was actually rather happy for once. Kaboom had broken straight through the Suez defences, giving the rest of the army a hole to force their way through, and then immediately overshot the remaining British forces and gotten lost in the Holy Land, leaving the business of actually fighting the war to the experts.
The Commonwealth were now surrounded in northern Arabia, and had been pushed far down the Nile and into Sudan. When he was done with this lot, he would split his forces between rescuing the East Africans, and taking back the bits of Arabia the British had nicked whilst he was out.
Kaboom would probably show up again somewhere useful. And if he never came back, he would not be missed. The day was far too joyous for Catastrophe and his men to think on that blight upon discipline and tactics.
For the first time in thousands of years, the Roman Empire stood complete and whole once more.
“Mission Accomplished, lads.”
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23rd February 1943
This day was a little bit hit and miss in terms of the war effort.
This day saw the fall, once again, of Poland to the German army.
The day also saw the return of Roman attention to the Middle East proper, to the irritation of the British, whom had made much success with probing attacks all the way into Persia itself.
Catastrophe began to throw back their gains, whilst Kaboom came from out of nowhere, cut the scouting expedition off in Persia, before overshooting again and nearly crashing into the Persian Gulf.
Meanwhile, the British Army in Africa had finally found their balls and hardened their resolve. From this day on, the Romans would find it much harder to move south along the Nile, and the Commonwealth efforts to crush East Africa doubled in intensity.
Most troubling of all, whilst the American advance along the west coast of Canada from Alaska continued unabated, with similar stories across the western half of the main border, the east was another story.
The American advance had hit something unyielding. And enormous.
And angry.