KitFisto1997
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Nice updates-what happened Siam in 1964 then?
The Reds happen... Cue alternate Vietnam War that eventually leaves Siam the last Red state in ITTL 2015.
Nice updates-what happened Siam in 1964 then?
I'm still here! Please don't stop posting!Is anyone even reading this thread...?
I'm kinda surprised by the lack of activity...
Please don't be a shadow ban...
I'm still here! Please don't stop posting!
At least somebody is! I'm just used to seeing the feedback on other forum posts being at such a high volume, so I'm a little puzzled as to why I can go for a week or so without replies... It's not that I want my TL to be seen by everyone, I just wonder if something's up.
Thanks for the support.
Don't worry man, I get scared in the same way, mine's still not getting much attention. But yeah great work still!
“Don't turn around… Der Kommissar's in town~ You're in his eye and you'll know why… The more you live, the faster you will die… Alles klar, Herr Kommissar~?”
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“Iechyd da i chi, Eich Uchelder Brenhinol…”
“Iechyd da i chi, Isiarll.” The Prince of Wales spoke back as he firmly shook Marcus’s hand, wondering for a moment if he’d seen the young lad before. He quickly brushed it aside before taking a seat at the long conference table. Marcus also took a seat at the other end of the table, alongside associates from the Agency. A rather tenuous silence fell across the room before Marcus cleared his throat, speaking with an almost impeccable RP accent.
“Shall we start the negotiations?”
A few murmurs of suspicion broke another moment of silence as the security details drew the curtains while a holographic projection flared up from one of the empty seats, revealing a man in his late 50’s, looking more than a little worse for wear with a fedora on his head and a plain suit that suggested that he was from a world which had more retro fashion senses.
“Your Highnesses, Peers, MP’s and the like, I introduce to you the head of this operation: Logan Herz...” Marcus said as the man cleared his throat before speaking in what seemed to be an archaic form of Austrian German, something that a few of the men noticed.
“Thank you for the introduction, Herr Wright…” the aging Austrian let out a sigh before continuing. “Due to the sudden turn of events in this specific timeline due to circumstances that we cannot reveal to you at this very moment, our highest ranking members have decided to aid your governments in intelligence gathering and resource allocation. If you want to see this so-called Red Army Faction extinguished, I suggest you work with us with little resistance as possible.”
Prince Charles looked at the man for a moment, his face seemed to show experience of some sort, a man of integrity and honesty. But it also seemed to hide a man who was forced to lie for the benefit of the many at the cost of a few.
“What if we refuse this generous offer?” the heir spoke up, trying to gauge the reaction of the men and women around him. They all seemed to be surprised by the mysterious organisation that had only revealed themselves mere days prior, but were still wary of their initial purpose.
“We will simply leave you to your own devices…” Logan said without reservation. “We have more pressing matters back on the home front, it was only due to the lobbying by Herr Wright and his associates that we managed to get enough support for a stealthy intervention…”
“Is that so, Your Lordship?” The Princess of Wales spoke to the aristocrat in question as he suddenly perked up upon gazing at her ever so familiar visage. Years of intermarriage within the Spencer family had been productive in securing his own family some much wanted prestige, although it was their investment in the colonies that brought them much wealth, but also much derision later down the line…
“I must confirm your suspicions, Your Highness.” Marcus replied. “I intend to continue running freelance operations around the world due to our constant staff shortages. The rest of our Agents based in these fair Isles shall be at your disposal for gathering intelligence and co-ordinating strikes against Red Army Faction cells in the region – from behind the scenes, that is. It is the least we can do for you; as full-on military-style intervention may force you to rely on us too much… We most certainly do not want that happening…”
“How long shall this operation take then?” one of the Peers asked with a hint of curiosity, but also with the same defensive posture that many of his fellow men had when it came to the cryptic responses that these Agents had for them.
“As long as it takes for us to find their leaders… We have no fixed schedule, in fact… We’re just as clueless as you in some areas…” Logan sighed as he fixed his fedora.
“So we’re putting a lot of faith in a bunch of technologically advanced men and women from who or when knows where who don’t even know what they’re fighting?” the head of MI6 spluttered out in a panicked, but also angry tone. “This is preposterous, surely you see this too, Your Highness?” the man looked at Charles with the same look on his face as the Royal looked at Marcus with a confident smirk.
“Maybe we need a little faith…” the heir said, almost as cryptically as the young man sitting on the other end of the table.
“Glad to see that we’re in line with things, Your Highness…” Marcus smirked back, but the man suddenly was taken aback by the sounds of gunfire coming from the other side of the door, followed by a loud bang, then a louder crash as some mortar presumably fell from the façade of the palace. Marcus then knew that he’d have to protect everyone in the room at all costs, even the lives of his fellow Agents who were equally trained in non-lethal combat.
“Get the Royals to a secure location, NOW!” Marcus yelled as most of the military officers started to escort the Prince and Princess of Wales out of the room through another door, with a few Agents following them for good measure. Marcus stood his ground however as the doors burst open to reveal a flashbang grenade rolling into the room. The Prussian then let out a sigh as his reading glasses suddenly became tinted while he pulled out his Luger from his concealed harness. He cocked the pistol in what seemed like to be an instant as he raised it to meet the face of the hapless RAF grunt that had sauntered into the room. Marcus then smirked as he feathered the trigger before pressing down on it - all before letting out a patriotic war-cry.
“FOR QUEEN AND EMPIRE!”
RULE BRITANNICA! GOD SAVE THE EMPIRE! Great work!
Needless to say that the patriotism has gone to Marcus's head. Probably in a bad way...
GLORY TO THE KAISER umm I mean QUEEN!
Makes me curious about the Space programs of other countries. Which country has one or could have one?