[story][Fenspace Alternates] The South Is Rising, Someone Get A Hammer
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[story][Fenspace Alternates] The South Is Rising, Someone Get A Hammer
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What Foxboy said. The link at the bottom of the page to the Turtledove Wiki has maybe a little more detail (or at least much the same material in non-NPOV format).
Mr. Fnord interdimensional man of mystery FenWiki - Your One-Stop Shop for Fenspace Information "I. Drink. Your. NERDRAGE!"  Quote:And, has been noted earlier these guys don't flinch from WMDsJust so long as they understand that our WMDs have a whole lot more MD than theirs... -- Bob --------- Then the horns kicked in... ...and my shoes began to squeak. 
an image of the FLEGG
![[Image: flegg.jpg]](http://img689.imageshack.us/i/flegg.jpg/) Uploaded with ImageShack.us Hear that thunder rolling till it seems to split the sky? That's every ship in Grayson's Navy taking up the cry- NO QUARTER!!! -- "No Quarter", by Echo's Children 
The dull gold Chevette dropped down out of the sky and touched down on the tarmac and chugged along past several grounded aircraft. It turned in at the terminal, driving past and heading towards the service vehicle entrance. There was a grey, furry woman waiting there, her tail lashing back and forth in boredom. The Chevette pulled up next to her and the driver's window rolled down.
After a moment the woman spoke, "What, no corny pickup lines?" Grey asked. F gave her a flat look from behind the steering wheel. She met it for a moment before fidgeting and looking away. "So, you got confirmation then?" she asked. "Found out on the way here. Her flight should have landed a couple of hours before everything went away," F said. Grey sighed and walked around the car before popping the passenger door and getting in. She closed the door and buckled her self in. Once she was finished F reached for the gear shift, only to be stopped when Grey's hand closed over his, and squeezed. "We'll find them," she said. F closed his eyes for a moment before putting the car in gear and heading out. "I know. But until then, we've got a job to do," he said. Five minutes later the car was on the Aviation Parkway, heading north for downtown Ottawa. "Well, from the fact you're here, I take it the situation out west is taken care of?" Grey asked. F nodded absently. "Well, more or less. Lufy was able to calm the Yanks down with some help from their government. I think the Gundam might have spooked them a bit too," he said. "They agreed to pull back across the border, but the Canadian army is still mobilizing and preparing positions. There's a lot riding on this meeting, and that's assuming some hot head doesn't do something stupid." -- No amount of careful planning will ever replace dumb luck.
Stirring the pot a little... --Mal
November 28, 1940 Richmond, Virginia Clarence Potter examined the object on his desk with a dubious eye. It was small enough to fit in a man's hand, matte-black on all sides and very light. It was also scorched and partially melted along one edge, as if someone had taken a blowtorch to it. On the back a plate read Please Return To Mr. Jacob Featherston, The Gray House, Richmond in neat lettering. “And you say that this was found near the James, right?” The lieutenant who'd brought the object in nodded. “The Freedom Party man who gave it to me said he'd been walking his dog along the riverbank when he found it. Said it fell out of a clear sky. No aeroplanes around, either. “Out of a clear blue sky,” Potter repeated. “Lots of things falling out of the sky these days, Lieutenant.” The lieutenant shivered. “Yes, sir.” The memory of the gigantic whatsit the Martians or Mysterons or whoever the hell they were had arrived in cast a long shadow. Half the city was traumatized by the experience. “In any case, sir,” he continued, “since this is marked for the President, the Party fella gave it to me, to make sure it wasn't a trap.” Potter nodded. “Good thinking. Is it?” “Bomb squad doesn't think so, sir. Or at least it's not explosive. We opened it and, well, see for yourself sir.” The lieutenant picked up the object, pried it open like a clam's shell and showed the insides to Potter. The interior of the device consisted of two grilles on either end of the two halves, and a bright green button marked GO. “Looks like a telephone handset, Lieutenant.” Potter said. “Yessir. We haven't pushed the button yet, sir.” “Well then, there's no time like the present. Hand it here, Lieutenant.” Potter held out his hand. The lieutenant looked dubious, but reluctantly handed the phone over. Potter pressed the button and put the phone to his ear. To his surprise, he could hear the phone ringing on the other end. On the second ring, it picked up. “Hello?” asked a voice, pleasant and genial. “Hello?” “Am I speaking with President Featherston?” “You are not. This is Brigadier General Clarance Potter. Who is this?” “Potter, Potter... oh yes!” The voice on the other end sounded oddly pleased. “The man who destroyed Philadelphia! Splendid! You have Mr. Featherston's ear, yes? Please deliver the telephone to the President, and all will be explained.” Potter blinked. The man who destroyed Philadelphia? Clarence Potter was no more immune to flights of fancy than any other man, and Lord knew that every man in the Confederate States had fantasized about wrecking Philadelphia at one point or another, but the man on the other end of the phone made it sound as if it was a done deal. “I'm not taking this thing anywhere near the president,” he rallied, “unless I have some assurances that this isn't a trick. Who are you?” “My, my, General Potter,” the voice replied. “I understand your suspicion, but there's no need to be rude. My name is Ingolfsson, and I represent a group of... interested parties who have been watching the situation. We happen to be great admirers of the Confederate States, and we think you have... potential. Great potential, yes, great potential indeed. We'd like to discuss that potential with Mr. Featherston.” “That's all well and good, Mr. Ingolfsson,” Potter said, “but it'll take time before I can bring this to the president's attention.” “Of course, take all the time you need, General. Just remember one thing,” Ingolfsson's voice changed from genial to ice-cold. “The Fen are aligning themselves with your enemies as we speak. You will need our help when all is said and done.” The connection closed, and Clarence Potter was left staring at a phone that fell out of the sky, the other end connected to God alone knew what. November 28, 2016 Drake's Rock Sol-Neptune L5 Wilfred Ingolfsson hung up the phone and looked thoughtfully at the mural covering the habitat wall. Like most of the murals in Drake's Rock, it showed a pleasant pastoral scene of servus happily toiling away in the fields whilst drakensis went about their daily routines. A scene to soothe the soul and serve as a motivator; there was still a long way to go, but the Final Society would be theirs. The door chimed. “Come in,” said Ingolfsson. In walked Thomas von Schrakenberg, Ingolfsson's relief for the contact project. Like Ingolfsson, von Schrakenberg had biomodded to get as close to the drakensis genetype as possible; tall, blond and athletic, possessed of greater-than-normal strength and – they hoped – greater-than-normal intelligence as well. “How'd it go?” asked von Schrakenberg. “We finally got a hit,” Ingolfsson said, “but it wasn't Featherston. It was his lackey, the one from the books that kept trying to kill him but was too useful to dispose of. Still, as lackeys go this one's pretty important. I figure we'll be in contact with Featherston in a week, two tops. The show the Fen put on should convince him that he needs allies like us.” “Mm,” von Shrakenberg grunted. “Wilf,” he continued, “are we sure we know what we're doing here? I mean, Featherston's not entirely there to begin with, and when the Fen find out...” “The Archon agreed to the plan, Thomas.” Ingolfsson said sharply. “That's all a good Draka needs. This will work; inside of a year we'll be running the Confederate States. Running it properly, not this half-measure murder machine Featherston's got right now. We'll overrun the United States, the Convention and anybody who gets in our way. We will build the Final Society. It's destiny, Thomas. Everything is going according to plan.” OOC: Some quick notes on our neo-Draka here. They're obviously not *the* Draka; if they were that'd be cause to go "forget about the Confederates, kill it with fire!" These are Draka fanboys, schmucks who like the idea of the whole Final Society from the Draka books and want to go about conquering everything. They're also the last (organized) gasp of the Turnerites; they escaped getting stomped by Great Justice by virtue of hiding in the Neptunian trojans and not getting involved with Boskone. They're not as big a threat as they *think* they are - the drakensis biomod gave them superhuman arrogance, not superhuman intelligence - but they've been building up a war machine undisturbed for a long time. The neo-Draka can (and probably will) make things into a bigger mess than it would've been otherwise once they burst onto the scene. Mr. Fnord interdimensional man of mystery FenWiki - Your One-Stop Shop for Fenspace Information "I. Drink. Your. NERDRAGE!" 
Oh dear. This will not end well at all. For them, anyways. Ben's gonna have a field day when they stick their noses out. After all, this is exactly why he left a sizeable fighting force back home in the first place. (^_^)
ooc: Oh yeah, the NeoDraks are going to find out the hard way that their source material relied on an entirely different Narrative Causality Bias than is the norm in Fenspace.
''We don't just borrow words; on occasion, English has pursued other languages down alleyways to beat them unconscious and rifle their pockets for new vocabulary.'' -- James Nicoll 
If you really want them to suffer, just let the members of the Stirling yahoogroup at them. The Esteemed Author regards the type with a mixture of bemusement, disgust and contempt.
Quote:ooc: Oh yeah, the NeoDraks are going to find out the hard way that their source material relied on an entirely different Narrative Causality Bias than is the norm in Fenspace. The snakes are working on a hypothesis that - if you think about it - is fairly credible for Fenspace. They figure that if the Draka were the heroes of the books (which is a reasonable assumption since they have the same sort of always-win plot armor that, say, Honor Harrington has) and that if they *act* in appropriately "heroic" fashion the handwavium will reward them with similar plot armor. And the funny thing is, they're not wholly *wrong* in those beliefs, either; look at the way the Boskone War developed. The problem is that this would work *only* where the Draka were the least-bad option available, which would require something like Gor or worse. So they will inevitably get crushed. But before they get crushed, they can supply the CSA with high-grade 'Danelaw and Fen gear, as well as harass US/NATO/Convention air support. In short, a big mess. Mr. Fnord interdimensional man of mystery FenWiki - Your One-Stop Shop for Fenspace Information "I. Drink. Your. NERDRAGE!" 
Optionally, if you want to draw out the inevitable crushing...
December 1, 2016 Drake's Rock Sol-Neptune L5 "We still don't know where the intruder is, sir." Ingolfsson's office door opened. "I'm right here. Mind if I come in?" She didn't wait for a reply. At least she looked like she was Draka, but her English had the wrong accent - one of the German dialects was making its presence felt. "Your defenses, both computer and physical, are pathetic. Your tactics are laughable. And, while you have some good ideas for mass-driver weaponry, your implementation of them needs work. In short, you need me, and as much as it pains me to admit it, right now I need you. I'm here to discuss an alliance." "Who do you think you are?" demanded von Schrakenberg as he drew his sidearm. She batted the pistol out of his hand without looking. "I'm someone with the brains that you imagine you've given yourselves. Agatha Clay, at your service. Perhaps you've heard of me?" -- Rob Kelk "Governments have no right to question the loyalty of those who oppose them. Adversaries remain citizens of the same state, common subjects of the same sovereign, servants of the same law." - Michael Ignatieff, addressing Stanford University in 2012
...yeah, I don't know. I blame Red Dawn:
![[Image: southisrisingweareheret.png]](http://img821.imageshack.us/img821/9875/southisrisingweareheret.png) Mr. Fnord interdimensional man of mystery FenWiki - Your One-Stop Shop for Fenspace Information "I. Drink. Your. NERDRAGE!"
Heh-heh-heh... Makes me want to start dropping fliers bearing the Flag of 36 Atalante and the crest of the Roughriders: "Live the true spirit of independence. Join the Roughriders today!"
EDIT: Of course, this means there's a certain hotel in San Antonio Ben will have to ride a horse into...
... I dont get it BA
Hear that thunder rolling till it seems to split the sky? That's every ship in Grayson's Navy taking up the cry- NO QUARTER!!! -- "No Quarter", by Echo's Children
Teddy Roosevelt recruited Texans for his Roughriders at the Menger Hotel, not more than a block down from the Alamo. While I can't find any references for it, I clearly remember seeing a picture of Roosevelt riding his horse into the bar intent on making a scene just to get things going. Either my memory is faulty, or the fact that we had a real Cowboy for a President at one point in time is seriously being downplayed.
EDIT: Google turns up conflicting results - it was either Teddy or General Robert E. Lee... (both maybe?) Either way, though, here's something from a book: Texas Aggies Go to War: In Service to Their Country It's not much, but it does say that he did indeed ride his horse into the lobby.
No new content - yet - but a question for the people still interested in writing South Is Rising.
Would there be interest in a revision to the scenario, where instead of the USA/CSA from TL-191 getting transported to Fenspace the whole TL-191 Earth gets transported to Fenspace? I ask because I'm having trouble figuring out where to take the plot that doesn't have "get upstaged by the 'Danelaw powers" butt in at some point. I'm perfectly happy to keep going with the story either way, I'm just locked up & could use some suggestions. Mr. Fnord interdimensional man of mystery FenWiki - Your One-Stop Shop for Fenspace Information "I. Drink. Your. NERDRAGE!"
Okay. Hm. Well the sudden Economic disaster of losing then-current USA should keep Europe, at least, occupied. And the Middle East will be all too happy to celebrate the remaining Uptime US Military forces going "home." You can definitely get mileage out of Israel stepping up their game... in self-defense of course.
''We don't just borrow words; on occasion, English has pursued other languages down alleyways to beat them unconscious and rifle their pockets for new vocabulary.'' -- James Nicoll 
I think it's six of one and half-a-down of another. Watching how the whole TL-191 world would react to the fen suddenly appearing over head would be interesting. Of course the reaction and how the world deals with the US as they know it suddenly being gone is interesting itself.
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Dihydrogen monoxide Containment Vessel Quote:Would there be interest in a revision to the scenario, where instead of the USA/CSA from TL-191 getting transported to Fenspace the whole TL-191 Earth gets transported to Fenspace? I ask because I'm having trouble figuring out where to take the plot that doesn't have "get upstaged by the 'Danelaw powers" butt in at some point.Swapping Fen|USA and TL-191|USA+CSA was almost enough for Noah to implement Contingency Plan #3. Swapping out the entire planet would convince Noah that the Sol system wasn't a safe place for Helen to live in anymore, and he would implement Contingency Plan #3, modified to include any refugees who want to come along and not include any Stellvians who wanted to stay and help (including Yayoi and Kagome). He'd drop a line of interwave relay boosters between Sol and (spoiler) for future use, so he wouldn't be completely out of the loop... but odds are Noah wouldn't be very popular with the Fen who stayed behind to fight. Besides, what's wrong with forming a Fen/'Dane alliance against the TL-191 folks? While most of the military power would come from the 'Danes, most of the intelligence regarding the opposition sits inside the brains of the Fen. (Besides, it isn't as if this is "real" Fenspace, after all...) -- Rob Kelk "Governments have no right to question the loyalty of those who oppose them. Adversaries remain citizens of the same state, common subjects of the same sovereign, servants of the same law." - Michael Ignatieff, addressing Stanford University in 2012 Quote:Besides, what's wrong with forming a Fen/'Dane alliance against the TL-191 folks? While most of the military power would come from the 'Danes, most of the intelligence regarding the opposition sits inside the brains of the Fen. (Besides, it isn't as if this is "real" Fenspace, after all...) Largely because the 'Danelaw considers Fenspace to be either errant children or outright terrorists, and any plot I come up with where non-Fen military forces come into play turns into "and then UN/NATO/China/whoever patted the Fen on the head and pwned the Confederates." It's damned frustrating. Mr. Fnord interdimensional man of mystery FenWiki - Your One-Stop Shop for Fenspace Information "I. Drink. Your. NERDRAGE!"
Hrm... What is the rest of TL-191 Earth doing at this time frame? If the Empire of Japan is still prosecuting a war of conquest against China, then Ben would 'encourage' them to change their ways. At the very least to quit abusing the people they conquer. They're supposed to be Japanese citizens, after all. But racism that deeply ingrained is hard to change, so military action may be needed. *sighs* And a Japan-controlled Asia would be so much easier to deal with.
Yes they are, I think they are worse after Perry visited in the TL-191 timeline do to the US not being there to check their power like in the OTL
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Dihydrogen monoxide Containment Vessel Dakota Wrote:Yes they are, I think they are worse after Perry visited in the TL-191 timeline do to the US not being there to check their power like in the OTL*Sighs* Hokay then. Time ta make the donuts! At least we can make sure that China doesn't turn into xenophobic dictatorship. Socialism is okay, though.  Although something definitely needs to be done about Japan itself. Personally, I don't like the idea of pulling the Emperor's power completely (although the current one has to go). A constitutional monarchy such as the one used in Denmark seems the way to go. There, the Emperor would still be able to nudge things along, but most of the power would still be vested in the prime minister. Also, what's been going on in Europe?
http://turtledove.wikia.com/wiki/Southern_Victory is the link to the wiki. Europe is devided about the same as OTL. Since Germany was on the winning side it didn't suffer Hitler and Russia never turned into the Soviet Union.
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Instead, you have the British filling that role. Possibly the French, too. Gah.
Well, there's going to be disgruntled parties anyways. And the reaction is going to be a grand "WTF!?" from the danes in general - after all, they never had anything in orbit, period, and we're gonna come swooping down out of nowhere. They're gonna have no reference to go by except for whatever sensational pulps someone may have read. This is going to be troublesome to deal with. As they have no freaking clue as to how to deal with us it will make them unpredictable. We will be worshiped. We will be reviled. We will be respected. We will be held in contempt. They will think of us as ursurpers of Heaven. They will think of us as the Masters of the Stars. But in the end, they shall know us as Fen.
Depends on how we handle contact. They'll notice the stations in earth orbit and our stuff on the moon. Whole bunch of new lights in orbit will have people pointing telescopes at them. Now if their leaders will believe them before the fen makes contact. Over all fen/dane relations might be better across the board. Would have to make it clear that if they want to come up on their own after getting their hands on 'wavium that they'll have to behave themselves.
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