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The Federal Empire of California - El Imperio Federal de California

Early 1863

Population: ~498.000
Army Size: ~15.000

An Armed State:

“To ensure our fledgeling nation’s safety in this world with ever-growing armies, we must build up our own army. But, due to our minor population, compared to some of our neighbours, an army alone might not suffice. Therefore, California, the open West, God’s own country, must arm itself, to stand against foreign threats and protect our American Dream!” These words were spoken by Emperor Joshua Norton I upon the signing of the National Armament Bill. This new law was to ensure the Federal Empire of California would get a larger army to use, as well as an armed population who could be called upon to defend their national homestead at any time. All men, aged 17, 18 and 19 would have to serve in the Californian Army, during which they would be paid for their services as to compensate the temporary loss of a helping hand on the homesteads of their parents and to give them more financial opportunities later on. Furthermore, all men were expected to either own a firearm or know how to use one in case they’d be called for service.

Eastward Expansion:
With the Federal Empire now stretching from British Columbia to Mexico, it was time to make the eastern border definite. The lands formerly known as the Washington Territory, Utah territory and most of the New Mexico Territory, are claimed by the Empire and turned into the “Rocky Mountain Territory”, representing the first two ex-US territories, and the “Mesa Territory” in what used to be the New Mexico Territory, east of the Rio Grande. The peaks of the Rocky Mountains and the Rio Grande are now taken as the eastern border of the Federal Empire of California and control is assumed over the area in between. Messengers are sent to various major tribes like the Navajo, stating they’d get a province of their own, where their tribe rules, in the Empire, if they submit peacefully. These autonomous provinces would be nearly independent, yet a part of the empire. The Emperor would let the Indians know he wanted to make peace with them and live together in harmony, throwing away the old ways the USA had treated them in the past. Various army camps were also to be set up in these new territories, to ensure some degree of control and order over the population in this currently lawless land.

International Relations:
The Californian government would further their relations with the French, stating they’d be eager to have Emperor Norton I marry a Bonaparte princess.
The Mexican governors of Baja California and Baja California Sur would be invited to the Imperial Palace in San Francisco. They were asked about whether they would be interested in seceding from Mexico and becoming Dukes under the Imperial crown of California, appointing them and their descendants to power for life, ruling over their Duchies in the southern peninsula. Focus would also be laid on the fact that it’d safe them and their people from the war with the French, and that they were Californian Hermanos in the end, who should be united.
The Californian government would seek to establish relations with British Columbia, Hawai’i Japan, Qing and the Russian Empire, in regards to Russian Alaska, asking for Californian embassies to be set up in their respective capitals.
A meeting was also arranged in San Francisco with delegates from Hawai’i, Japan and Qing, proposing a trans-pacific trade and migration pact.


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The State of New York


The Commodore

On April 30, 1863, Cornelius Vanderbilt is inaugurated as the First President of New York. He is quick to institute changes within the government and begins to work with the businessmen of New York City to ensure that New York would continue its rise into glory and strength without any threats to its future. The President makes frequent trips between Albany and the City, both of which seemed to begin to share the role of the capital of New York. In regards to the Republic of Asbury, President Vanderbilt promises the state will swiftly be industrialized and modernized in the way New York had been. Within days of entering office, arrangements with the more industrialized farmers would be made for them to aid in the growth of the Republic’s own agriculture industry.


Foreign Affairs

President Lee of Virginia is welcomed to New York City in a show of pride for the friendship between the two American powers. A military parade through the city would demonstrate the military might of the two states, and would be sent as a message to the north of the mutual respect for the North-South division. The City of New York relied on the south for many industries, and due to this, trade and goods must flow uninhibited by war or ambitions. The 3rd Infantry Corps and 1st Cavalry Corps would march in the parade due to their role in the war against New Jersey.


The invitation to a conference hosted by Pennsylvania is accepted, though the notion of border disputes is concerning for a number of officials in the government. Secretary of State William H. Seward would attend the conference to represent the state.



Following the successful completion of the NYS Commodore, the New York Navy’s first ironclad, President Vanderbilt would order an additional two to be built should the first one prove successful. It is hoped that any design flaws can be removed and improvements can be made to the two new ones so that New York would maintain the edge over competing powers in the region.


The New York Army

With the end of the bloody and needless York-Jersey War, the New York Army would begin to learn from the Virginian soldiers and officers and hope to improve their own tactics and logistical abilities. Each of the campaigns in New Jersey would also be analyzed for potential mistakes and things to be improved upon should New York face a second war. Additionally, the military would begin to upgrade it armaments using the newly built arms factories.



President Vanderbilt is inaugurated into office and begins to work with businessmen in New York to ensure the rapid growth of the state’s economy, as well as the industrial growth of the Republic of Asbury’s industrial sector.


President Lee is welcomed to New York City and the parade is held in honor of the relationship between the two states.


New York accepts Pennsylvania's invitation.


The Brooklyn Naval Yard begins to work on improving the design of the ironclad and producing an additional two following a successful test of the NYS Commodore.


The New York Army works to improve their tactics and logistics by analyzing the campaigns of the York-Jersey War and working with the Virginian Army.

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Commonwealth of Massachusetts



President: Nathaniel P. Banks (Party, Commonwealth)

Military: 75,000

Navy: 5 Ships of the Line, 2 Sloops of War, 1 Brig, 2 Screw Frigates, 1 First Class Steam Sloop (Side-wheel), 3 frigates

Trade: Pennsylvania, Connecticut, Union of Concord, and France

Allies: Connecticut, and

Union of Concord

Enemies: New York

President Nathaniel P. Banks sits in his office going over report from office of the Commander and Chief. New York has invaded New Jersey and forced them into a peace, now Virginian troops march alongside New York's in a show of force.  

Congress saw New York as a threat to Massachusetts and the majority party of the congress the Commonwealth demands action is taken. In the first week of 1863 letters are exchanged between the Federation of Connecticut and Union of Concord. Finally on the 7th of January congress meets and following a speech they declare war on the state of New York.

Declaration of War

Following the aggressive behavior from the state of New York the Commonwealth hereby declares war. The New England Alliance shall not stand aside while smaller nations are bullied by those who seek their own gain.

Industrial Reforms Act

The machinery in the manufacturers of the commonwealth start to replaced with newer models in order to provide better quality parts and products. This plan is set to take over the course of five years in order to not put strain on the flow of products.  



-War Declared on New York

-Industrial Reforms act passed

-40,000 men are called on from the draft

-Production Spencer Carbines  continues (half a year)

-Construction of the first Ironclad expected to be finished by the end of the year

(Half a year)


Dearest, Sophia,


     Orders have arrived it seems war has been called on New York, Fort Hooker has became backed with soldiers. Word is we will be marching out within a day, once the supply train is ready.

     I’m ashamed to admit it but I’m scared, this will be my first time commanding troops in battle. I’ve spent hours reading over military strategy from Caesar to Napoleon, but I don’t know if I'm ready for the pressure of war. I promise I’ll return home once I’m able, for you and our unborn child.

Forever Yours,



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The Lord’s Year of 1863.


Ichabod Goodwin sighed, the correspondence with the Commonwealth of Massachusetts and Federation of Connection had brought a grave topic to him. New York had invaded New Jersey, and such aggression would not stand, the New Yorkers had proven to not be any better than the United States or the British.


The Union now bordered New York, and much legislation passed in the Assembly that day.

But most importantly was the declaration of WAR.


It was a sad day.





Due to the aggression of the New York, the Union of Concord seems it as its responsibility and duty to protect other states. A declaration of war is therefore issued. The New England alliance will not stand back.



A mass recruitment drive is started in the Union of Concord, aiming to recruit as many people as possible for the war. It hopes to assemble around 42.000 men.



After receiving a loan from the Commonwealth of Massachusetts, a Ship of the Line is once again issued.



The act reaffirms freedom of religion in the Union of Concord, and invites people of all religions, though particular Jews, to immigrate to Concord, as it is a safe place where they would not be discriminated against or oppressed.




  • War declared on New York. (Player/mod)

  • A mass recruitment drive for 42.000 men is started in the Union. (Mod)

  • Ship of the Line is commissioned. (Mod)

  • Religious immigration, particularly Jewish, is encouraged. (Mod)

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Virginia’s Response to New England


Robert E. lee sat in the sand, his feet in the cold waters of the Atlantic. For the past few months he had been helping the New York government whip their 13th corp into shape. His own army was learning a thing or two from the New Yorkers as well. He was also here for diplomatic reasons. Just the other day he had helped sign more trade concessions. For years now the two states have traded. New York had even invested in Virginian industry, and provided loans to help build Virginian Ironclads.


And now, he felt torn. He had retreated to Coney Island after hearing news of New England’s declaration of war. New York was more and more an ally, and was not hostile. New England on the other hand had supported the Monroe Doctrine, in direct opposition to Virginia. They had also declared any slave to reach their land free, a sore point for the Southern nations. They had gone so far as to offer Lee and Letcher money and trinkets, “Letting Them” leave New York and the war. It was clear to Virginia’s elite one thing. They could have a friendly New York maintaining balance and trying to defend her rightful borders. Or a New England Confederation eerily similar to the Union, and on the offensive. Lee’s response was already made up, but he had to wait for the telegraph from Government. And the answer is;



In response to clearly hostile New England attitudes to take over control of the North and all the bounty with it, The Commonwealth of Virginia has decided to intervene on behalf of it’s already closely related New York allies, to maintain the balance of powers in the North.


The now dubbed “American Expeditionary Army” under Robert E. Lee will halt training in NYC, and who knows what they do next?


The Virginian navy already in New York ports rally with their allies.




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Southern Union


The invasion of Northern Mississippi continues, with the Southern Armies reporting victories as the 3 divisions make massive gains into Rebel territories. Semmes, in an address to the people of Louisiana-Mississippi, states that he believes the war will be over by summer of the next year at the most. Newspapers in New Orleans and Vicksburg include messages of good luck, and prayers for the soldiers


Several counties in Southern Louisiana have instituted French language teachings to spread their heritage and culture. Teachers and French Cajuns teach the native Louisiana Dialect of French Creole to those students who attend schools in the counties, and universities.


A national university is opened in the city of Oxford, Mississippi, to serve as an institute of higher education for the people of the South to learn advance maths, sciences, and literature. The university is only opened for white people, and mainly aristocratic land owners attend it in its first few classes of alumni.


Arkansas, and Texas are given offers to join the Southern Union. Semmes, in a statement to the two states, declares. “Us Southern nations must band together, we must always band together as one, or else we will be subject to the dangers that are riddled throughout the north. If we join together, Southerners and our ideas will be protected, and the fruits of our labour will be found in every corner of the globe as a result. United we stand, and undoubtedly divided we fall.”



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Response to New England

Following the declaration of war against the state, President Vanderbilt spoke to the people of New York denouncing the aggression of New England. “In the past Maine was the victim of their aggression due to their own choices made to protect themselves, and within a year New England had supplied a minority in the former state of New Jersey who wasted thousands of lives on a war which never needed to occur. Now they seek to invade our own state, one which has been built by our forefathers years ago. Where men died fighting for independence nine decades ago, our ancestors. New York shall not stand down and will fight to the last inch of their land. As they will soon learn, New York is rising, and the remnants of the former Union shall not stand in our way.”



President Vanderbilt calls the country to war, hoping men will contribute to the defense of their home by enlisting as well as for private war industries to produce as much as possible.


An additional 50,000 soldiers are called forward to defend their homeland, whether it be through volunteers or conscription.


The factories opened by Connecticut gun makers are seized and put under federal control. Should the designs be safely secured they would be swiftly reopened and operated by the New York Army for the war cause.


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10am, Sunday, 10/05/1863 - Day One of the Battle of Andersontown -  6 miles from the City

BG McCook’s Division HQ

Leather creaked as men shifted uncomfortably in their saddles, watching as General Edward M. McCook stood silently on the gentle slope, surveying the long lines of the Hoosier defences, a myriad of trenches, earthworks and low walls, curving around the strategic hub of Andersontown. He wasn’t the only man watching, as Generals Keifer and Quantrill looked over the field themselves, and the various colonels underneath them did the same. There were low murmurs of complaint as they continued to observe the defenses. Finally Quantrill, tired of the silence of his divisional commander, deigned to comment upon their apparently hopeless task. “He’s mad. Roberston is mad - there’s no way in hell we can take that position. There’s got to be fifty thousand men down there, and at least a couple hundred guns! He’s going to charge us straight into those lines, and they’ll cut us down like dogs! We oughta make a complaint to General Sherman.”  McCook was apparently used to the attitude of his subordinate said nothing, but Keifer clearly couldn’t resist making a comment. “Mad or not, he’s our commanding general, and General Sherman is miles away, we’ll have lost this battle long before we can make a complaint.”


The two men, obviously not friends, began to bicker then, in low voices to begin with. Slowly, General McCook lowered his binoculars and straightened his uniform coat, scratching his face for a long time as he turned to watch the first of the skirmishers and the last of the cavalry arrive. It was General Kennedy, arriving with his staff and his general’s banner that finally prompted McCook to break his silence. “Gentlemen, I want skirmishing lines. Divide your brigades by regiment and then by company and deploy them against the enemy. General Robertson wants to know the ground and their dispositions, so I want mounted and dismounted skirmishers, offering support to General Kennedy’s Brigade.” long cigar was plucked from his jacket pocket then, and cut to shape. He struck a match, lit it and, taking a deep puff exhaled the smoke. “Step to it now, boys, I’ve got to make a report to the Lieutenant-General when he arrives - I’d like to have something to report.” Salutes then, and scrambling into saddles as generals departed with staff, leaving General McCook to continue staring down at the field, smoking his cigar. “Mad bastard indeed.. What on earth is he thinking?” He muttered gently, shaking ash into the breeze. If his staff had heard him, they said nothing, but those words hung there in that breeze, lingering in the air, as artillery was drawn up and into positions, infantry arrived and the first rifle cracks were heard out yonder, as the cavalry and skirmishers began to engage.


11am, 5 miles from the City,

1st Ohio Cavalry

“Captain Simmerson!” Called out the loud voice of the bombastic George A. Custer, commanding officer of the 1st Ohio Cavalry. “Take your company to the left and dismount to skirmish!” With a loud “Yessir!” Simmerson was off, black clad cavalrymen peeling off and falling in behind him, sabers rattling and clattering as they hastily hauled Sharps Carbines from holsters on their saddles. The rest of the 1st, formed up largely on open ground, stood at ease, watering horses and lounging in saddles, as Custer stood high in his stirrups, staring intently at enemy movements.


The skirmishing had been unusually bloody, and Custer knew for a fact that Colonel James S. Robinson of the 2nd Sharpshooters had been nearly decapitated by an enemy sabre. The Hoosiers had cavalry on the field, trying to chase down Ohioan sharpshooters and skirmishers, and Custer had orders to do the same to their cavalry. The bulk of his column had formed up behind a small lip, partially concealed to a charging regiment. The Colonel peered through his looking glasses. “Sabres!”  Called out the young Ohioan, as he whipped his own out of his scabbard, and began wheeling it around in the air.


Simmerson was running, having fired enough shots to draw a brigade of Indianian cavalry down on him like a flock of wolves. Hooves thundered across the fields as Hoosiers descended upon Simmerson, steadily catching up with the junior officer and his company.


But that had been the plan, and already Ohioan cavalry were scrambling back onto their mounts, sabres glittering in the May sun as the regiment formed up to charge. Custer waved his sword, clearly happy with himself. “Cavalry will advance to walk!- B-att-al-ion! Walk!” As one, the lines moved forwards, Custer sat in the centre, preening like a buffoon. His uniform, made for him by his own tailor, was far more splendid that that possessed by most of the generals. Fine cotton, wool and silk, golden buttons, and leather boots polished to the highest shine. He made another flamboyant gesture with his blade. “Cavalry will advance to trot!- B-att-al-ion! Trot!” The Indianians were close on the tail of the Simmerson now, and one could almost imagine the sweat on the Captain’s face, as he imagined the sabre that could be entering his back at any moment now. “Cavalry will advance to canter!- B-att-al-ion! Canter!”  Custer was coming in fast now, glancing over his shoulder to check the condition of his regiment. For their part, they streamed happily behind their colonel, as eager as he to get into the first major action of what would be a major battle. Judging his moment, Custer rose his sabre from his shoulder, and booted his steed, the blade now quivering at its full extent in his hand. His cry was so loud it could near be heard by McCook, over a mile away on his little hill, watching his division engage and waiting on General Robertson. “CHAAAAARRRGGGE!”


12:30pm, 6 miles from the City

LG Robertson’s Army Headquarters

It was near noon when the last of the first Corps arrived, and Robertson, the commanding general himself, had been standing on the small hillock McCook had occupied for nearly three hours as troops arrived. Aforementioned McCook was behind him,flanked by Harrison, Kautz, Ewing, Hickenlooper, Grant and Sheridan. Only Grant and Hickenlooper looked half-ways happy stood there - of all the command staff, only they had advocated continuing the advance, and even Grant was beginning to look green as he was forced to stare across that wide empty field, with two corps of enemy troops heavily dug in around the city. Idly, Robertson took to scraping out and lighting a pipe, jamming it into his mouth and quietly puffing away, as he stroked the long red beard in thought. Eventually he turned away and strolled down the gentle slope, to a camping table set up underneath a tent with the sides removed. Removing the pipe from his mouth, he wet his lips, and to the amazement of everyone present, began to smile. “Gentlemen.” He drawled in a strange mix of a Scottish and an American accent. “It’s perfect - we’ll crush them here and then march on to Indianapolis.” General Sheridan openly gawked at his commander, while General Harrison’s mouth moved without sound, eyes bulging as he vainly tried to protest through his shock. Who was this man, to make a claim such as this? A claim such as this in the face of a position like that, no less! But Robertson didn’t notice, or rather, paid no mind to Harrison’s objections - he had heard it all before. Caution, caution, caution! Caution! Caution didn’t win wars! Audentes Fortuna iuvat!


The pipe returned to the General’s mouth as he smoothed out the map and began pointing out positions. “General Ewing, focus your artillery along the Indianian left - I want you to blast those bastards out of their positions. Bring every gun you can to bear - pulverise them! You may begin as soon as you have enough ammunition brought up, I want your guns firing till nightfall.


General Harrison, you’ll position your Corps I along our left, opposite their right - take your time in deploying and make it obvious, I want them preparing for an attack on their right.” Here Roberston paused to take his pipe out of his mouth again, tapping the butt of the pipe gently on the table. “General Hickenlooper, you’ll form up your divisions in the center - you are the reserve, I want you ready for when I need you.”

Hickenlooper actually disappointed, desperate as he had been to participate in the attack. Eyes began to look to Kautz, the only man left who didn’t have orders. Again, the Lieutenant-General seemed oblivious to the tension in the room, eyes drawn down to the map again. “General Kautz, you will form up your divisions on our right. I want you to spend the rest of the day studying the terrain and the defences.” Kautz went a very delicate shade of white, already understanding what Robertson intended, and Harrison went a very bright shade of red, looking as if he were about to burst, but still Robertson went on, ever the man in command. “You will attack, Kautz, in the early morning. Ewing and Harrison will draw their attention with their bombardment and demonstrations over the rest of today, and you will go under the guns at first light in the morning. Harrison will follow you on the left once you have engaged.” Standing straight and stretching out his back, Robertson turned to ask questions when Harrison finally snapped. “By Christ, you’re mad! We can’t take that position with forty thousand men - it isn’t possible!” Robertson looked at him for a long time, the beard hiding much of his facial expressions. “Benjamin.” His voice was soft, and he wasn’t angry, but he was firm. “We can, and we will.” Harrison simply stared, open mouthed, and finally nodded, as the assembled generals dispersed back to their individual commands, and Robertson returned to staring across that wide field, thinking, as the first batteries of cannon began to fire.


A thick smog covered the field, as hundreds of cannon blasted each other, long red flashes as guns discharged and heavy thumps as cannonballs struck the earth. That smoke, however, did little to hide the movements on the Ohioan left, as Harrison assembled his divisions and brigades and began deploying them to their positions. The drums rattled, the pipes played and the flags fluttered as the ranks of black clad Ohioan infantry paraded before the Indianian forces, clearly massed for an attack but never advancing.  Finally night began to fall, and the tired Ohioan soldiers made camp, while their generals and officers fraternized with each other, each anxious for the coming fight - and all believing their commanding officer to be a reckless and incompetent madman…


6am, Monday, 11/04/1863, Day Two of the Battle of Andersontown, 4 Miles from the City

Kautz’s Corps, on the Right

The first rays of golden sunshine began to appear over the horizon, when the peaceful morning was shattered by a sound the Indianian troops knew all too well - but it was a noise coming from the wrong flank.


“Form up the division!” Thundered Ulysses Grant, as his men shuffled to their positions, the rattle of the drums following them all them way. Tch-tch tatatatata tch-tch tch-tch tatatatatr tch-tch tch-tch tatatatata tch-tch tch-tch tatatatata tch-tch tch-tch tatatatata tch-tch tch-tch tatatatata tch-tch.

The lines quickly formed, infantry forming their ranks and their lines, banners fluttering in the breeze, while Kautz looked silently onwards, before finally giving the order to advance. The cry went up across the field, ordered by one man, and then echoed in that thunderous repetition by thousands of others. “F-o-rwards m-arch!” Across the flank, the shout went up again, and forwards went the men of Corps II, of Kautz’s Corps, across that long and empty field, onto those trenches and stakes.


Grant, now commanding a division, was forced to watch his forces advance from a distance at which he could adequately observe to command - the same could not be said of his subordinates, Generals Hayes and Crook. Hayes, leading the attack, strode at the fore of his brigade, sword drawn and flourished in the air. Drums rapped as the infantry advanced, precise ranks of black clad infantry, carrying their rifles on their shoulders. Hayes adjusted his hat, somewhat nervously, each step bringing he and his men closer to the enemy line.


Left, right, left, right, left, right. Step after slow step. How easy it was to send men to death. Hayes turned slightly, checking the advance of his men. Half a mile now. The Hoosiers had to be waking up, they had to. Ten thousand men weren’t quiet, they had to have heard the advance.


Clearly they hadn’t, Hayes noted anxiously, for no guns fired and no muskets cracked. They were going to make it. A quarter of a mile. Should he give the order for double quick? No, no, he had to hold his nerve, they were nearly there.


He could see movement now, Indianians scrambling out of bed, hasty musketry cracked out, but little hit. His men kept coming, their sergeants forcing them to remain in their formations, not to give in to the blood lust. He could give the Hoosiers a volley now. No, it was too far still, he had to hold his nerve.


They had advanced into short range, and shots were starting to hit now, Ohioans went down and a lucky blast of a cannon raked the line with cannister. But too late! Ohioan infantry stood near toe-to-toe with their Indianian counterparts, and Hayes raised his sword high. “Bri-ga-de! Halt! Make ready!” A hasty halt, followed by thousands of men pulling back the cock on their muskets. “Present!” As one the brigade pointed their muzzles straight into the face of panicking enemy infantry. “Fire!” The Hoosiers disappeared into blood and smoke, many of them simply mowed down by a point blank volley. “Fix bayonets!” Steel slivered out of scabbards, and unsteady hand hastily fitted them into position, before charging their firearm. “Charge!”


Robertson, near a mile away, watched and waited, having declined his breakfast to observe the opening actions of his infantry. He glanced to an aide. “Major Dennison, my compliments to Generals Harrison and Ewing, but they may begin preparations for their own attacks.” The Major, a young nephew of the Governor of Ohio’s, galloped off, to deliver the orders that would send thousands of men to their dooms.


8am, 6 Miles from the City

MG Harrison’s Headquarters

Kautz, it seemed, had made it. Harrison stood staring across at the opposite flank, though he could see little now in the smoke and dust thrown up by the heavy fighting. He turned his attention back to his own Corps, as Ewing’s guns began continuing their long range bombardment, smashing the Hoosier forces with accurate gunfire and all but suppressing their guns. A messenger arrived to Harrison’s position, chest heaving from the distance he had needed to run - clearly thrown by his horse. “General Ewing’s compliments, Sir, but he instructs me to tell you that you will need to attack now, before he depletes too much ammunition to offer you support.” Harrison glanced over to him and grunted in ill humour. “My compliments to my divisional generals - they may begin their advance.” The poor messenger nodded and hastily hurried off to deliver the message, as Harrison turned back to his looking glasses.


Not long afterwards, blocks of men began to advance, and Harrison had no choice but to watch his troops advance across the field into what was almost certainly death, and to his mind, total defeat, but orders were order.


After near an hour, the General ordered his horse saddled, and rode down the field, to get a spot he could perhaps see from. Reports had been flowing in for a long time now, reports of Hoosiers being forced back and back and back.


The day went on, and gradually cannons fell silent as they depleted the ammunition in the front baggage, but the infantry kept onwards, forcing the lines back ever further. General Harrison, surprised and somewhat regretful, rode close to the lines, shouting encouragement and being on hand to give fresh orders to his troops.


Eventually, night began to fall and the muskets began to fall silent, and ragged and battered regiments began to make camp again, the battle for the day over.


8pm, 6 miles from the City

Robertson met his staff that evening, tired looking men who were awkward in the company of the man they thought totally clueless. “We’ll drive home the attack in the morning, gentlemen. Harrison and Kautz will continue to push their successes, and General Hickenlooper will drive the victory home by advancing on their centre.” This time, there were no objections and the general staff filed out quietly, clearly beginning to regret their doubts about General Robertson’s mental faculties.


For his part, Robertson simply sat, rocking backwards and forwards in his rocking chair. In the morning, he would shatter this enemy army and strike down the road to their capital.


7am, Tuesday, 12/05/1863, Day Three of the Battle of Andersontown, 6 Miles from the City

General Robertson’s Staff

Little time was wasted on reengaging, and early in the morning, Robertson watched as Kautz and Harrison swept forwards, supported by Ewing’s guns, to finish the battle. Time dragged, hour after hour of constant, bloody combat. “The enemy are holding their ground better today.” Hickenlooper remarked idly to General Robertson, whose divisions were the only ones not yet engaged. Hickenlooper, eager to be in the fight, simply nodded, as the men descend back into silence.


Hours of combat went by, and finally Robertson, yet again peering through his binoculars, turned to his aide. “The time, Dennison?” The young major, startled after such a long period of silence, fumbled a gold pocket watch out and hastily checked the time. “Three o’clock, sir!” Robertson, nodded for a moment or so. “Very well, mark 3:05pm as the time General Hickenlooper was ordered to engage.” Hickenlooper glanced to Robertson in surprise, the Lieutenant-General offered his hand to shake. “Godspeed, Andrew.” Shaking it vigourously, HIckenlooper let out a great cry and galloped to his command.


“A clear road, Major Dennison, we have a clear road to Indianapolis.”




-An ordnance and logistics corps is founded.

-Expansion of Ohio’s civilian industry occurs, with an especial emphasis placed on steel production.

-Excess supplies and ammunition is sent to NY via Virginia.

-News of the victory at Andersontown is plastered in every paper in Ohio, intended to create support for the army and the government.

-Rockefeller is sponsored in his attempts to find oil in Ohio.



Edited by The_Mad_Skylord

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New Haven, New Haven County, Federation of Connecticut and Rhode Island


Assembled in the outskirts of New Haven were the brave men of Connecticut and Rhode Island. This was their last night before they’d break camp and set off on the march. Many of whom who had relatives in the area said their goodbyes. Some made their peace with God. It wasn’t too unreasonable to surmise the odds were stacked against them. The New Englanders stood defiant against an imperialist power upon their western border; who’d no doubt sooner devour the puny northern states than do any meaningful diplomacy with them. The men, and boys even, knew their cause was righteous. Or at least, so they were told.


As night fell, hundreds of campfires illuminated the horizon some several miles inland from the Sound. Pitched around them were a myriad number of white tents. From all around, the men and the daily commotion of camp could be heard. They were restless, though, it was not as if they were to do battle in the morning. The Army was largely untested, green as the conifers dotting the New England landscape. Groups of men huddled together, telling folktales or singing songs; some of satirical nature others of a more solemn, grim note.


Prime Minister Buckingham sat atop his atop his purebred courser, looking far out into the countryside. He felt a heavy burden upon his chest, feeling as if he’d be dragged onto the ground were he not perched onto his horse. The lives of these young men were on his conscience. He felt solely responsible for what would come of them on campaign. He had made far and wide pushes to take the war to southwards. Luckily, his sentiments towards the New Yorkers were shared my an absolute majority of the the Federation Parliament. The armies in the field would require immediate aid. The initial twenty thousand men held as a peacetime force would not suffice against the legions of New York and Virginia. Arrangements would have to be made. The stakes were high, and all was on the line. He would either go down and history as a hero of the Union’s downfall, or the one who had failed and doomed his countrymen.




Hartford, Hartford County, Federation of Connecticut and Rhode Island


The following day, delegates from every corner of the Federation gathered in the Capitol Building. The army corps had just set began their long march to New York. With war being had, there was much to discuss between the regional representatives. Delegations from Providence, New Haven, and Hartford seemed much in favor of the war, while those from Windham or Tolland were either impartial or against.


Among the topics being discussed were:


“We must devote every available resource to our ironclad project. Wooden hulled ships are losing relevance on the high seas quick. We either fall behind and allow our enemies to dominate the waves or we go full steam ahead and spare no expense towards these floating fortresses…”


“Children should be spared work in the dank, and putrid confines of the mines. The elements they are exposed to certainly are no good to their health and development. The work that they do can easily be filled by men.”


“...Why should our sons die for a war in which they had no wish for?”


“You either make it or your business now, or the enemy will decide it for you when they come with an invading army and subjugate all of you.”


“...Our brave soldiers in the field deserve the finest equipment we can spare. The enemy hordes are numerous. We must increase production of uniforms and rifles as well as raise more men for the army.”


Arguments ranged from serious to perhaps the mundane...


“Our flag is horrendous. Who thought it was a good idea to have it as the state seal? Also perhaps an anthem to inspire the citizenry and the troops?”


As the sun set, it appeared the Assembly had reached an accord, in the loosest stretch of the word. Either they had come to mutual agreement or couldn’t be bothered forward to argue further in an attempt to sway individuals whose minds were already made.





  • War is declared upon New York. (New York)

  • No expense is spared for the Ironclad Project. Naval Observers are asked to gather information in the field and relay it back to manufacturers back in Mystic to make proper adjustments. (Mod)

  • Another 40,000 men from both Connecticut and Rhode Island are called upon to serve in the Federation Army. Mustering is to take place in the larger cities and absorb men from the surrounding areas. Springfield Rifles and 12-lb guns continue production. (Mod)

  • A state sponsored land ordinance passes. State-owned industries are given rights to exploit the terrain of any potential resource or mineral. (Mod)

  • An passes refining the Federation education system, with primary and secondary schools, and universities -- splitting grade levels, and paper testing. Regional governments are asked to fund such endeavors with support from the Federal government. (Mod)


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