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G. Bone (gbone)
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| | Posted on Saturday, October 18, 2003 - 12:42 pm: | 
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Journal of Andrew Kenneth Santillian
Intelligence, Major
SCF Intelligence Division, Arctic Base 1
Mariana Foreign Legion
...I have just been word that our efforts along the Tasmanian front have been for the worse. Apparently the Lizards posses a shield that prohibits the effects of a Buster or a Qwerty. Then there's the bit about the dust going out to sea, and hitting the Yamanian ships that were in the general area.
It is truly a mess- and not mention that we are retreating on the Antartican Front.
On the other hand- I have just been contacted by a representative from the Mayan Co-Dominion. It seems that they are sympathetic to our cause and are willing to aid us planes that would help to turn the tide. I've dispatched Luigi on the specifics of what type of planes they'll give us.
As for Brazil and the Quecheans-
The Quecheans are willing to give us aid but are hestitant on actually giving it to us. They say that even though the bombers that their going to lend us will do some good, they also point out the insurance on the pilots and crew. I tried to point out that they will get a promising share of whatever spoils that we get from Tasmania but they point out on the idea of the casulties. Further discussion went about that fact with the key point made that if the war drags on- there would not be any government to represent.
Stupid Buggers. We need those planes and they're arguing about casulties. Stupid Idiots.
The Brazilians on the other hand have promised some troops but they're still waiting on the ship to carry them. I'm tried hard to find other means of travel but the Quecheans are stubborn as heck on giving me a plane. It seems that they have an immense aversion of armed animmals. One of their representatives claim that it would be a "affront to our religion".
So I'm stuck calling authorities in the Plate on if they're give us the planes. They say they'll get back to me on that- but- it's been two hours since I called.
I don't know. I sincerely hope these efforts come out true.
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G. Bone (gbone)
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| | Posted on Tuesday, September 30, 2003 - 10:37 pm: |
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Excerpt from the journal of
Sara Ann Isabel de Tolores
Airman 1st Class
23rd Santiago Regiment [4th Calvary Div.]
...The Lizards launched a massive offense against our forces moving towards the north, near the newly named Yelnate Peak. We managed to beat them back as usual. But then we lost Neil by one of those pulse thingies. Then, the Lizards swarmed over like ants to sugar.
Pedro ordered me to do the last resort. The Lizards were wiped out. My hands felt dirty for doing the deed. As I am writing this, the scene keeps on playing in my mind. An explosion of fire- corpses falling- and static playing on the radio.
I let Corporal Yoseph take my place in the next patrol. Pedro let me have the break. I walked around the camp in a stupor, trying to scrub the image from my mind with alcohol from the supply tent. It didn't help.
On my way I met Raul, who was attached to an Antartican infantry company at the time that Neil was lost. Raul took my face and passed his bottle to me. It turns out that his company suffered some damage when some Lizards came out of nowhere as they were pushing them from Bloody Creek.
I guess it was some sort of 'cheer me up'- he told me that he heard from the intel boys that the good Governor had formally authorized a buster(*) on the nearest spot that had Lizards. Good news indeed.
(*) see Mosaic Earth: Dome Crisis for specifics on a 'buster'.
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G. Bone (gbone)
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| | Posted on Monday, September 22, 2003 - 09:30 pm: |
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Excerpt from the journal of
Sara Ann Isabel de Tolores
Airman 1st Class
23rd Santiago Regiment [4th Calvary Div.]
...So we have formally declared war on these Lizards. Can't say that it's a surprise, given that we are actually on Lizard territory. I heard over the radio that more reinforcements are coming this way and some of them are coming from French Polynesia (aka "Neu France"). That's good news given that there are only gull hawks over here. Everytime that I do a flyby over a Lizard town I have to pinch myself on the fact that I am really flying over some land of Earth. The vegetation is all...wrong...the buildings are all...wrong...and even the Lizards we kill are wrong. I mean, take for example this platoon we ambushed going towards the base. They were all adorned in this green armor and acting as it was nobody's business that they were walking towards our territory and they forget to turn off their electronic equipment they are carrying. Easy target for a AS-15 missle, even if they shot of some pulse thing that might have ended with me and the crew landing in the jungles of Tasmania. Luckily the ol' Gull Hawk is built for speed and we've managed to avoid such fates as rumor has told of other machines of war.
Our twentieth kill so far. Neil's crew is working on their twenty-fifth kill due to the raiding that his craft has about 30 klicks from here. But it's not only the 'copters that are doing it. Some of the Rommels have entered the arena, bushwhacking massive iron blocks that are heading towards where the Anartican Navy ships are at, and they're just left as testimates of what a Rommel can on flat terrain. Jervis- the secondary gunner of the Maria- claims that he forced an entire squad of Lizard women to surrender, then made them into mincemeat. Pedro has hotly denied that such beings exist, and Jervis threw out this war trophy of his that he had gotten from the kill. It turns out that what he had gotten was a palm pilot thing that has pictures of us on it with funny looking script next to it. Needless to say the trophy was confiscsated by intel boys. Jervis was compensated by a Lizard helmet that Carlos (gunner of the Melrin) had gotten in his raid. [Carlos had owed him for the poker game that they had played the night before.]
Our esteemed commander, Owain Rafael has deemed the base to be a permanent so he's having some off duty infantrymen to create a tarmac out of these woods. It turns out that much of the trees here don't really do much for gravel. So Pedro volunteered to make some gravel. In the ruins of the once strange building he demolished, one of the infantryman found more odd artifacts of the Lizards. The intel boys took that away too, and lately we (the calvary) have been wondering what kind of lives have these Lizards lived before the Event. Do they have any trace or reminants of a human civilization? Pedro's got five bits on them being a war-like country constantly whacking other countries in order to become a big empire then fall down due an America coming in and showing who's big boss. Jervis accussed Pedro of reading too many fantasy novels.
I ran into that double of Hezus again. It seems that he's attached to an infantry company that works the perimeter around the base. He did that routine again and stopped himself before it took over. We had a decent conversation about our worlds and he went back to guard duty. But while talking to him I get this feeling that it's actually Hezus is speaking to me, and I musn't cloud myself in believing he's still alive.
Maybe it's all the missions I'm doing. I've flown about 6 missions and I need my sleep. An Antartican crew is taking over for us in order to keep up the campaign. I only home the actually reinforcements come to just permanently stop the Lizards from coming into our base.
I wonder when they're putting the word that they're going to drop the busters. |
G. Bone (gbone)
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| | Posted on Saturday, September 20, 2003 - 10:47 pm: |
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[translated from Spanish]
To: Andrew Garcia Rodrigo
Artillery Specialist, Corporal
3rd Artillery Company, Mariana Foreign Legion
From: "Penny" Roberta Jones
Intelligence, Captain
SCF Intelligence Division, Arctic Base 2
Mariana Foreign Legion
...I had an interesting conversation with one of the Quecheans on our satillite defenses. It turns out that where they come from, such armament in space is very immoral and unethical. He also discussed about the apparent differences of me compared to the rest of "my team".
I had to lay out the bare bones of what happened to the Old Ways, especially given the fact every decade of our history is caught in some war. He seemed a bit caught off guard when I told him that the satilite had been used before. I told him- Rosario, Brazil, Columbia, Mexico...
I remember what he said-
"For all the advancements that your country did; was it all worth it?"
I replied-
"Yes- we couldn't have Yankees ruling us all day long."
His reply came with this look, a very pined? shocked? look-
"Yes but they ended up ruling you people anyway- I mean- you're the only one that looks like us in the envoy group."
(I may have translated the last two words wrong.)
A very good point indeed. Of course when he had said this my mind wasn't really registering what was in the air. My attention had been caught by one of their local temples jutting into the air like a skyscraper and it ringing some type of bells to mark the time. The conversation then got steered to the Quechean religion but his words sort of stuck into my mind.
Andrew- what kind of world did we come from? A world that our victory was bought at the price of three thousand lives per decade? A Hundred? I don't know but just walking about here seems to screw up my moral system and even my sense of judgement. It was only by Aaron's long conversation about the luckiness of Chile compared to what Argentina had to go through the past 30 years or so.
"Chile had it way better Penny- why argue?" he said.
Yeah. Mark one for Aaron's steering of my morals back to the usual mindset and three for the Quecheans.
Get this Andrew- I ran into a remote relative of the family while getting lunch in the streets. They were kind, and I found out that somewhere on my mother's side that the old legend that one of the ancestors was a mighty warrior in the Empire did actually continue in the family. That means instead of the stories of living off the land in third rate conditions, they lived as nobles or middle class. I got to see this in their houses, cars, and even furniture. It looked like Gran-papa's house, only more native than gringo.
Quechans: Language, Culture, My familia
Us: Technology, pride of a first world status, and first to get into a war with the tasmanians.
May the Lord help me and the Marianas back to His Grace.
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G. Bone (gbone)
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| | Posted on Thursday, September 18, 2003 - 06:51 pm: |
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Ah, well, Damien tends to believe that Montys are virtually impenatratable to artillery from other sources, since Monty's are mainly used to go against seperatist factions that use jeeps outfitted with armor piercing shields.
[oh and i like the way that you sort of became the expert at a falkland tank. very amusing ]
The reason why the Falklanders call the Yamanians Antarticas is for two reasons:
a) Yamania= Antartica. Since people live there, they are Antarticans
b) It's a translation error. In the original Creole the Yamians are nicknamed the "Penguins" because of their black lined white jackets. However, Penguin has a dual meaning in the original Creole that means crazy. [In the Falkland's world, only scientists and communication experts lived in Antartica.]
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[translated from Creole]
...I'm writing this in a former store that still has it's menu hanging from a half ruined wall. Ol' Tony had to move from it's previous position because it seemed to be the big ol'red spot for lizards to attack.
(I think it's from all the iron boxes we busted. We managed to can three on the way here- which is another story all together. We were moving along our usual route and three iron boxes came right at us. 'Sisco open fire on the secondary gun but none of the ammo worked on it. Finally Rick Burns popped up with a spare badooka that apparently had been stored in the gun cabinet and fired at the main lizard that was manning the pulse thingymabobby. He went boom! and Rick did two firings after that. Sisco did a full turn around and fired main gun at the treads and immobilized them right then and there. Needless to say there were a lot of lizards pouring at us, shooting their little guns at us, angry that their boxes don't work. Course it didn't help that Blackie(*) was five clicks away from their position and there was lizard flesh in the air. It was an icky affair but I managed to get one of their pulse thingys that landed inside the cabin from their untimely death. I have since tried it on a couple of iron boxes coming our way and they work quite well. Clavell just took some runaway troops that were in our direction to get more.)
Anyhow- this general store is working mighty fine for us, although we are sort of running out of ammunition. I had to do some runs over to Blackie to borrow some but I got bushwhacked by a couple of Lizards coming in my direction. Naturally I ducked, blasted a couple of shells in the neck area, and shot the other one in the face plate. There was another one but he died by some cover fire done by the Blackie top gunner. I, naturally, took their guns and gave them to the gunner, who turns out to be Gunny from my old company (the 2st infantry). It turned out that they too were running out of shells and were using spare ammo they found in the Lizard's guns. I watched them do one fireload at a small team hearding towards a [machine] gun nest in another nearby building and th' ammo worked. So they referred me down the street with an Antartican artillery company. They too did not have any ammo but they were using some pulses they scavanged from fallen iron boxes. I swapped my pulse gun (I had traded the lizard guns to Blackie's crew) for a box of bullets they found in an iron box and I did my run back to Ol'Tony.
To top that off I found out that I was grazed three times on my arm. Stupid Lizards. Anyhow- Clavell's back with three men down. In his hands were three Lizard guns, some armor, and an arm that he had used for a club. No pulse gun. D**n it. So after I finish this one I gotta do another run. Dear God watch over me and I hope I see you Sarah for another yachting cruise. Such memories....
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GBW (gbw)
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| | Posted on Thursday, September 18, 2003 - 06:14 pm: |
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Looks good so far. I don't think the Montys would be immune to the behemoth energy pulses, though. Those things have been demolishing steel and concrete tank obstacles and buildings. Part of the reason they've been so successful is because they've been more mobile than the Yamanian self-propelled artillery and rocket batteries.
Btw, why are they calling the Yamanians Antarcticans? |
G. Bone (gbone)
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| | Posted on Thursday, September 18, 2003 - 07:44 am: |
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[translated from Creole]
We're reloading as fast as we can- hoping our flak shells can stop these damn iron blocks on wheels. I only have a couple of minutes before it's my turn to man the top gun. Couple of yamanians by the names of Rick Burns, Clavell Rune, and Sven Lunquist (from a messed up artillery company) has graciously helped in manning Ol'Tony. Yep- we've got three gringos staffed in here- all leftovers from the trenches that got run over just a couple of hours before. Ol'Tony's sitting next to a half ruined shop with the rest of the perimeter around us to give cover. Both guns are firing- main gun on the iron boxes and the other at the Lizards decked out with armor. They try to fire their pulse thingies at us but Ol'Tony is immune to that. (Thank God for the Balkan War) We fire and fire and fire again, with the iron boxes going kerplunk every time our shells hit them. The lizards come out and get whacked by secondary gun and top gun. And we do it all over again.
It seems that not all Antarticans are loco. They manage to handle the targeting systems pretty good. Of course it is kind of cramped in here but we do what we can.
Stupid Lizard. Thinking he can sneak around from the firing line. I soon put an end to him- Rick Burns wants my gun and the top gun since it's does well on stupid lizards. I just shake my head.
The Lizards are doing an all out offense now. I'm going to take over the top gun for Rick. He says me writing this letter is loco ("In the heat of battle! Why in the Good Lord's name are you writing a letter in battle?") but it's good for me. I mean I wrote a letter to you in that Bolivian incident we had to take care and I never got shot. Works for me then works for me now. |
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| | Posted on Wednesday, September 17, 2003 - 01:48 pm: |
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Excerpt from the journal of
Sara Ann Isabel de Tolores
Airman 1st Class
23rd Santiago Regiment [4th Calvary Div.]
...Today we are stocking up on fuel at this Antartican air base, about 8 klicks away from Port of Antartica. ("Leningrad Central" says Pedro.) These Antarticans measure gasoline by the Yankee system and not the metric. So it took a while for the refuelers to calculate how much gasoline we needed.
During the waiting a couple of Antarticans came over to see just how big the bay of the Gull Hawk was. One of them- a Corporal Yoseph recognized me as his fiancee that apparently was trapped in the bombing of the Antartican port. He went on with his English that I could not understand and I tried to make myself understood that I was not him fiancee but he didn't take it in. It was only by
the help of his comrades and Carlos (who was checking the circuits of the flight computer) to convince him that I wasn't her.
It is sad and hurtful that such things have happened since the Event. Especially when Corporal Yoeseph looks like Hezus- a memory that seems to disturb me even now.
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[translated from Spanish]
To: Andrew Garcia Rodrigo
Artillery Specialist, Corporal
3rd Artillery Company, Mariana Foreign Legion
From: "Penny" Roberta Jones
Intelligence, Captain
SCF Intelligence Division, Arctic Base 2
Mariana Foreign Legion
Andrew-
You must have it lucky in Antartica. At least the cold is familiar. Here in the Quechan Republic- it is alien to the nth degree. It is hard to walk about and see my people walk about as if God in His wisdom spared them from the diseases that the gringos came with. They talk the Old Tongue as if it was common. They have little pictures of the gods in the rooms for blessings and it's disconcerting that they are in full worship here. It's as if the gringos never came and the Old Ways were allowed to flourish...
As for me, what can I say? I'm trying to play politics with Luigi and Aaron- but I'm just not used to it. I'm not used to seeing people of my own kin just sitting there in relative security and not in shanty towns. I always have to make some excuse for my behavior and get out in the fresh air and see spots of white in a sea of brown.
Andrew, you do not know how alien this is. It's like a dream and a nightmare come true. They don't treat Luigi and Aaron any different from me. But everyone is brown Andrew- everyone is brown. The Old Ways are alive here-
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| | Posted on Monday, September 15, 2003 - 08:45 pm: |
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Basically the world that the Falklands came from is a world where both Argentina and Chile are first world nations. However this status is constantly put in trouble due to seperatist groups that operate on the principal that much of the first world status has 'whitened' their native culture. This division has led to a series of really nasty 'wars' between these two factions that has only worsened due to US involvement with these rebel groups. (The US is heavily interested in destabilizing the power that much of the South American nations have that has (unfortunately) led to a 'loss of face' for the US on a world stage.) As a result of this American influence, the Southern Confederation of Federated Republics were formed. [Over the years the last two words have been dropped and everyone refers to it as the SCF.]
There is also the fact that much of Argentina became a home for many Germans during a war that both Prussia and the Austrian-Hungarian Empire had over who was to play the part of the uniter of the German states. This flood of German ingenuity helped Argentina to propel it's advancement into first world status as well helping it's 'big brother' [The British Empire*] in several world events that occured after that war ended. Chile entered the picture as another place in which more European immigration could go to.
As for the other nations of South America....
a) Paraguay and Bolivia ended up as breakaway providences of the Brazilizan Empire mainly because they wanted to jump into the booming success that Argentina had during the early 1900's. This sort of dragged Brazil into the picture mainly because they did not want a very advanced Argentina on their borders. Sadly this resulted in the First Brazilian War (1912-16) whereas Argentina and it's ally Chile managed to gain large territories from both Brazil/Peru with Brazil soon falling under the idea of:
"Stupid Argentinians. Puppets of Britain. We must build more troops to kick their a**'s and get back our land!". This vengeful attitude lead to more wars with Argentina, and Brazil soon became a morass of miltary factions vying for vengence every time they get beaten, and a democratic faction vying for equal rights for everyone, etc.
b) Peru sort of became the S. American version of Sweden due to it's humbling experience during the First Brazilian War. It latter merged with Chile in order to prevent Brazilian military guerillas from sneaking past their border, pass through Chile, and attack Argentina.
c) Ecordor (Sp?) became part of Peru in the 1976 due to a military dictatorship taking over and declaring war on Peru for being an ally of Chile. [They weren't very successfull]
d) Columbia is sort of the stepping ground for America due the same reasons in OTL. The only difference is that there are alot more troops in Columbia because the US doesn't like the SCF being that close to them.
e) Venezula is slowly becoming like Columbia due to spillover effects of the on-going civil war. The US is providing "protection" from Brazilian army factions who have not been in Venezula for quite some time now.
f) French Guyana, Suriname, and Guyana have formally merged to become the Guyana Federated State. Fr. Guyana got it's indepence during WW2 when France got invaded by the Germanic Empire. Suriname got it's indepence around 1979. Guyana got it's indepence in 1978. The GFS was formed in 1980 or so, and it is part of the SCF. [which the US hates]
g) Guatemala, El Salvador, Hondouras, Costa Rica escaped their fates as a US satillite in the 1960's with the Chile(*2) ending "peacekeepers" to prevent any US involvement there. They became SCF members five years later due the terrific performance by Ambassador Luis Santiago's speech to the UN on April 8th, 1974 that essentially was how the US 'lost face'.
h) Belieze is part of the GFS on part of necessarity, etc.
i) The rest of the Latin American countries that I have not named are US satillites.
j) the Caribbean is like our Carribean only that Cuba, Hati, the Dominican Rep., Puerto Rico are US states.
as for Europe, well....
let's just say that they did not have such a prolonged period of 'Cold War' between the USSR and the US because of:
a) more UK involvement over the matter over the German Problem
b) the Soviet system adapting and becoming more democratic due to certain parties merging their ideas so that they could get more power
c) other long and tedious things that can mire this thread into more history that you do not want to read about.
Notes:
*- The British Empire did get involved with South America during the Napoleonic Era because....Corsica was Spanish....and a certain general was Spanish...[earlier POD's that you do not want to read about]
*2- Argentina by that time was dealing with it's own crisis with a certain prominent politician by the name of Pinochet (hmm....) going over to a seperatist faction and giving them information about Argentinian defenses.*3 Ergo, Chile becoming the more active participant in foreign matters.*4
*3- Hence the "Rosario Line" where seperatist factions ran free in N. Argentina and was finally squashed in 1985/6/7
*4- Chile had less of a problem because of better intelligence services, better uses of tanks & helicopters, etc. The reason that
Sara Ann Isabel de Tolores*5 says about "the usual routine" is that sometimes Argentina 'borrows' Chilean forces to help 'clean' other areas that Brazilian armed factions are infesting at.
*5 Mrs. de Tolores named her for the "Sara Ann" cakes that are popular in SCF countries.*6
*6 Yes, I am a fan of Terry Pratchett's work.
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Peter David Hall (peter_hall)
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| | Posted on Monday, September 15, 2003 - 05:34 pm: |
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Could you fill in some of the background on the world the Falklands came from. |
G. Bone (gbone)
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>This thread is in relation to Mosaic Earth: The Dome Crisis. Permission has been granted by GBW for this story to take place and for further information should be directed to him.
Excerpt from the journal of
Sara Ann Isabel de Tolores
Airman 1st Class
23rd Santiago Regiment [4th Calvary Div.]
...This place reminds me of the old films that were taken on the Battle of Cordoba. The only difference is that much of the landscape here is that this is happening now, with Cordoba already on it's 10 year anniversary. Then there are the people in question, who are very...strange.
For example, most of them speak English as if they were from the UK. Some of the people in the unit have encountered difficulties while trying to talk with them. Sometimes they have to enunciate every word in a sentence so that the Antarticans can catch what is being said. It's funny that when I try to think if Damien was in this situation- he wouldn't be understood at all.
Anyway- Pedro's got the word that we won't be staying here in Port of Antartica for long. We're shipping out to another base that allows us access to Tasmanian lines. Hoowever- the catch is that we are not going to do the usual routine. Instead we're going to do insurgency attacks supported by added infantry from the Antarticans. Visions in my mind danced that depicted a scene that I had seen of American Hueys doing the same thing in Vietnam or Columbia. I pray to the Lord that we won't end up like them....
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[translated from Creole]
Dear Sara-
I hate this horrid weather. It's colder than heck. It's colder than the winter of '98 and it's colder than cold. We had to stop Ol'Tony ten times from the harbor to this desolate village out of nowhere. I swear to you that our training was nothing compared to this. It's cold cold cold cold cold and all around me is snow. Oh and the stupid trenches and the defenses. It looks like the battle
over Cordoba along the Rosario Line. The only difference is the snow, the ice, and the freaking rock hard dirt. I really wish this was normal ground. I mean, you have to hammer this twenty time before some pieces come off and then- thats only a small bit. Meanwhile the cold creeps in and all you're thinking of is getting back into Ol'Tony and turning up the heater. (That or, finding the nearest Gull Hawk but they're somewhere else in this god forsaken land thats made out of ice. I mean, come on- why couldn't we go to someplace warmer like Argentina or Bolivie. But noooo- stupid Americano land is right above us. Stupid Americanos.)
And another thing. These...Yamanians...don't know how to speak English nor do they know what a Monty does. All they do is speak that stupid Aussie language without any respect of what Ol'Tony can do. I mean, have they really appreciate the wide room that the gun cabin is in and the heater? Noooo- all they do is gripe that we didn't bring more tanks and what we brought is two APC's mashed together with an artillery piece. Listen you loco Anglanders, I saw three Monty companies pullverize a FARC hideout in the Sierra Mederos, complete with three Ebolias and two badokas. The hideout was a pit when my company got there. None survived. Now that my comadren- is what a Monty can do. It can wipe out a hideout and it can wipe out any coming troops that march on in rank or guerrilla group. (Why are they leaving you sitting your hands in the half ruined Port of Antartica? Is there some reason why that we haven't heard any word on the radio that you guys are ready to fly?)
Back to the subject at hand- These Yamanians- they speak like if they came straight from Angland. They say words so slowly I can hear penguins dive. When we try to show them how a targeting monitor works they ask me to slow down and speak English. I say, that I am speaking English. One of the Yamanians say that I am speaking German with Spanish words and not English. I curse him in the name of Pinochet the Ugly. He asks me, who's pinochet. I came this close to smacking him Sara, I came this close. But I held in your name and I pictured our time together at St. Pedro's Rock to calm me down.
Anyway, I have to go. Some stupid Anglander is pestering me with questions on where is the loading mechanism for the main guns.
- Damien Fransisco Yayke
Artillery Specialist, Sargeant
3rd Art. Company, Falkland Reserve Brigade
Notes:
Americanos- the US is very much despised by people of S. American heritage. Some things are just universal
Ebolias- The Eboliasian XPA. It's a small armored jeep with a mortar attached to the back that can fire about half the range that a Monty fires (about two miles maximum.)
Badokas- is bazookas in Damien's TL.
St. Pedro's Rock- is a romantic getaway spot on St. Pedro's Island, Tierra del Fuego Territories.
Ol' Tony- is the tank that Damien pilots.
FARC- Federal Army of the Republic of Chile (reminants of
a 'seperatist' nation in N. Chile that has been defeated)
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[translated from spanish]
Penny-
I hope this gets to you in time. Twice the computer in Tonio has gone down from the cold. One of the Yamanians generously allowed me to use his radio phone for communication, believing my lie that it was to Captain Ortega. Apparently the Yamanians do not know what our little hand pads do. They say that nearly all their communications were intercepted by the...dinosaurs that the Tasmainians are. I am curious about these strange beings. Are they the little gray people that the Americanos keep on telling about in their UFO stories? Are they the Olvians from Star Voyages? I am curious.
Damien is fussing with a man from the Yamanian artillery company that surrounds us. Damien is really fussy on these gringos who come into Tony and ask so many questions about the mechanisms of the Montie. They ask "Why is all of your controls digitalized? Why do you have two main carriages for targeting and not for piloting?". Damien tries to answer their questions and even points out to the wheel/levers that is below the main targeting console, but they just give him odd looks. I guess they never have been in a digitalized tank before.
Our third, Asa Bone got reassigned to the Gulls who are somewhere. We were seperated when we left the harbor. So some lucky gringo will load. I hope it is not Dustin for Damien will have a fit. I find it is funny that Dustin finds my English much easier compared to Damien's English, muddled up with Germanie. Maybe I can ask Dustin if he knew where are our parents are.
-Andrew Garcia Rodrigo
Artillery Specialist, Corporal
3rd Artillery Company, Mariana Foreign Legion
Notes:
Olivians from Star Voyages= Vulcans from Star Trek
...third...- Usually on a Montie there would be a third person as the loader/gunner but lately that position has been in a flux due to the installment of better targeting computer software into the Montie tank. The machine gun is usually attached right above the hatch. Due to the arctic weather though, the machine gun will be used for the primary gunner in case of emergencies (i.e. the enemy is on you).
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