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Commander in Chief Tag RIP 13/11/10
1936 continued to trickle by while in Wellington Savage and Freyberg continued to plan for their true goal- WURLD DOMINATION bwa ha ha erm. Every now and then the French made themselves useful instead of sitting around and letting the Germans get away with murder. The diplomatic pressie from London wasn't overly useful but it was better than a poke in the eye with a sharp stick. Civil war had broken out in Spain while Savage filed that information away in the don't give a crap basket. Closer to home the university of Otago was tasked with researching new agricultural methods- perhaps one day super sheep would rule the wurld. Once complete NZ's manpower would rise from sod all to slightly more sod all.
By October the mighty New Zealand navy left Wellington with 4 divisions on board. An extra transport had been purchased off the UK. Their destination was classified due to enemy spies but their ultimate goal was to defeat the one true enemy. Fiji trembled in fear but they were safe for the time being. New Zealand was a proud liberal democracy.
Freburg walked into Savages office. "Afternoon sir what can I do for you". Savage replied " Constitutional crisis (eve though we don't have one). The rabble are concerned about increasing the amount of authoritarian power. Several influential groups are offering to back us including the ultraleftists- militant union types". Freyberg thought for a moment. "You know what to do sir, democracy who needs it- its good to be king".
Some of the rabble were slightly displeased though at their new king. The new left wing radicals could do alot more than the previous parliment. Acts such as declearing war for example. Continuing their conversation Freyberg had been reviewing maps of europe. "Sir I believe there may be a flaw in the French defenses. What happens if like the last war the Germans decide to come through Belgium or Luxembourg"? LEaning over to look at the map Savage agreed. "I'll send a note to the French pointing it out. Exports of white flags have been going very well to France". "I'll let them deal with it.
Dear Mr Froggie.
There is a nice big stinking hole in your lines.
Regards
King Savage.
PS your diplomatic pouches smell like garlic.
1936 continued to trickle by while in Wellington Savage and Freyberg continued to plan for their true goal- WURLD DOMINATION bwa ha ha erm. Every now and then the French made themselves useful instead of sitting around and letting the Germans get away with murder. The diplomatic pressie from London wasn't overly useful but it was better than a poke in the eye with a sharp stick. Civil war had broken out in Spain while Savage filed that information away in the don't give a crap basket. Closer to home the university of Otago was tasked with researching new agricultural methods- perhaps one day super sheep would rule the wurld. Once complete NZ's manpower would rise from sod all to slightly more sod all.
By October the mighty New Zealand navy left Wellington with 4 divisions on board. An extra transport had been purchased off the UK. Their destination was classified due to enemy spies but their ultimate goal was to defeat the one true enemy. Fiji trembled in fear but they were safe for the time being. New Zealand was a proud liberal democracy.
Freburg walked into Savages office. "Afternoon sir what can I do for you". Savage replied " Constitutional crisis (eve though we don't have one). The rabble are concerned about increasing the amount of authoritarian power. Several influential groups are offering to back us including the ultraleftists- militant union types". Freyberg thought for a moment. "You know what to do sir, democracy who needs it- its good to be king".
Some of the rabble were slightly displeased though at their new king. The new left wing radicals could do alot more than the previous parliment. Acts such as declearing war for example. Continuing their conversation Freyberg had been reviewing maps of europe. "Sir I believe there may be a flaw in the French defenses. What happens if like the last war the Germans decide to come through Belgium or Luxembourg"? LEaning over to look at the map Savage agreed. "I'll send a note to the French pointing it out. Exports of white flags have been going very well to France". "I'll let them deal with it.
Dear Mr Froggie.
There is a nice big stinking hole in your lines.
Regards
King Savage.
PS your diplomatic pouches smell like garlic.
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Freyburg and Savage were just enjoying a nice warm cup of mutton and wool flavoured tea when a message came in. "My lord" Freyberg respectfully inquired of King Savage "it seems the French have responded to our last dispatch". Wasting no time Savage ripped open the diplomatic dispatch.
Dear Anglo Saxon (+a few Maori) Pigs.
You are a pack of ignorant colonials with no culture and a strange perversion regarding sheep. The day we take advice from you will be the day the Germans march into Paris.
Regards
Mr Froggie.
"Oh my how rude they could have been a bit more polite", Savage mused as he finished reading the letter. Freyberg responded "My lord that was the French being polite. Its an inferiority complex on the national scale. They haven't done that well at war since a Corsican with delusions of grandeur thought it would be a nice idea to take a winter holiday near Moscow a hundred odd years ago". "Anyway our preparations are complete and I have to catch a chartered flight as I am due in the field". King Savage was in a reasonably good mood and inquired. "Excellent then but what about the Americans? They're not the best soldiers in the world but theres around 160 million of them vs our 2 million or so. What happens if they get a bit miffed its not 1812". Looking amused Freyberg continued "But my lord maybe your food theory has something to it. The Average American wants to sit around, and eat burger and fries all day long. We are talking about a country where they have a deep fried lard burger for dessert- or so I've heard. Their army is also minute and is only really capable of invading a small middle eastern country like Iraq. I don't think they will do anything".
Looking pleased with himself Savage asked "So their response will be"?
Freyberg responded "Well my lord if I have to take a guess they will sit any wars out until they deem it prudent to enter the war on the winning side. Someone else will do most of the dying and the Americans will spend the next few decades making bad hollywood movies about how they won the war and saved the world all by themselves. Basically the Great War all over again. No one cares about the Monroe doctrine anymore and technically we're not European. Anyway I have a plane to catch".
Vrrrooom (engine noise).
After a short and convenient 20 hour flight to Bermuda. Freyberg gives the order. "ATTACK".
One step closer to the real enemy. A dark and hideous foe requiring a slaying.
New Zealand finally aquires an industrial tech team. Captured Venezualan scientist are offered all the mutton, bananas and oil they can eat to labour for the NZ Reich. Looted erm liberated oil pays for a vairiety of toys.
Dear Anglo Saxon (+a few Maori) Pigs.
You are a pack of ignorant colonials with no culture and a strange perversion regarding sheep. The day we take advice from you will be the day the Germans march into Paris.
Regards
Mr Froggie.
"Oh my how rude they could have been a bit more polite", Savage mused as he finished reading the letter. Freyberg responded "My lord that was the French being polite. Its an inferiority complex on the national scale. They haven't done that well at war since a Corsican with delusions of grandeur thought it would be a nice idea to take a winter holiday near Moscow a hundred odd years ago". "Anyway our preparations are complete and I have to catch a chartered flight as I am due in the field". King Savage was in a reasonably good mood and inquired. "Excellent then but what about the Americans? They're not the best soldiers in the world but theres around 160 million of them vs our 2 million or so. What happens if they get a bit miffed its not 1812". Looking amused Freyberg continued "But my lord maybe your food theory has something to it. The Average American wants to sit around, and eat burger and fries all day long. We are talking about a country where they have a deep fried lard burger for dessert- or so I've heard. Their army is also minute and is only really capable of invading a small middle eastern country like Iraq. I don't think they will do anything".
Looking pleased with himself Savage asked "So their response will be"?
Freyberg responded "Well my lord if I have to take a guess they will sit any wars out until they deem it prudent to enter the war on the winning side. Someone else will do most of the dying and the Americans will spend the next few decades making bad hollywood movies about how they won the war and saved the world all by themselves. Basically the Great War all over again. No one cares about the Monroe doctrine anymore and technically we're not European. Anyway I have a plane to catch".
Vrrrooom (engine noise).
After a short and convenient 20 hour flight to Bermuda. Freyberg gives the order. "ATTACK".
One step closer to the real enemy. A dark and hideous foe requiring a slaying.
New Zealand finally aquires an industrial tech team. Captured Venezualan scientist are offered all the mutton, bananas and oil they can eat to labour for the NZ Reich. Looted erm liberated oil pays for a vairiety of toys.
Judging by the colour the Colombians are using, I'd say it's pretty clear they yearn to join the New Zealand Empire. You'd have to be a collossal asshole to deny them that, no?
Take the nation next to Venezuela as well then 
, it has the same color as New Zealand, only a red border line is irritating!
, it has the same color as New Zealand, only a red border line is irritating!
THe New Zealand Empire had stablised under the benevolent guidence of King Savage. However a white powder with somewhat strange and enjoyable properties was being smuggled into the former Venezualan terrtories of the empire. Somewhat miffed at this tere was only one option. aA brief military campaign swiftly defeated the forces of Ecudor. New industries requiring the cocoa leaf will be explored. A NZ verison of Coca Cola is invented which literally gets you hooked.
With an economy based around the exports of mutton, oil and cocaine a way to defend the high seas is required. Usingblueprints aquired off the British Savage declears that New Zealand must one day rule the seas- or at least the part between Wellington and Maracaibo. Supply issues are also causing problems with the empire as NZ's merchant fleet is currently unable to propery supply and export resources from South America. South Africa offers to help out with garrisons under our control but for the moment we are unable to supply them.
NZ has a vchoice of 2 options and eventually researches both of them.
A reasonable offer to Ecudor to join the Empire is refused. Due to the terrain and the first military defeat it takes several months to incorporate Ecudor into the empire. Initial victories and an advance lasting several weeks is thwarted as reinforcements to the capital interrupt Freyberg and his men. A follow up assault from the coast and a rapid advance overland secures Ecudor. On the plus side it takes weeks to pay down the dissent anyways.
Coming up NZ expands into Europe, German humour, CANZAC alliance formed, and the one true enemy does sod all.
With an economy based around the exports of mutton, oil and cocaine a way to defend the high seas is required. Usingblueprints aquired off the British Savage declears that New Zealand must one day rule the seas- or at least the part between Wellington and Maracaibo. Supply issues are also causing problems with the empire as NZ's merchant fleet is currently unable to propery supply and export resources from South America. South Africa offers to help out with garrisons under our control but for the moment we are unable to supply them.
NZ has a vchoice of 2 options and eventually researches both of them.
A reasonable offer to Ecudor to join the Empire is refused. Due to the terrain and the first military defeat it takes several months to incorporate Ecudor into the empire. Initial victories and an advance lasting several weeks is thwarted as reinforcements to the capital interrupt Freyberg and his men. A follow up assault from the coast and a rapid advance overland secures Ecudor. On the plus side it takes weeks to pay down the dissent anyways.
Coming up NZ expands into Europe, German humour, CANZAC alliance formed, and the one true enemy does sod all.