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Scandinavian Confederation for a Brighter Future The new flag and name were the first matters to be voted upon by the confederation's parliament law process. The three triangles are symbolic of the three nations that have now merged. They opted to name themselves after their Confederation styled goverment. They wanted a bright future, one for Scandinavia. The SCBF has now officially formed, a legitimate confederation approved by the people. It is marked by the capital being moved to Copenhagen, in Denmark. Sweden officially leaves the EU, and sends it's representatives to Copenhagen. All three nation's will retain their old goverment styles. However, the Confederation Parliament has been formed to go above them. Run by representatives of each member, they are given a surprising amount of power. Following the mistakes of past Confederations, they do not let the center grow weak. Almost like a Federal system, the newly named and founded Confederation Parliament wields hefty power. All three nation's agreed, and let the new law processing begin. For one, against typical Confederative ways, no nation can secede on it's own whim. The law process needed to do such a thing is artificially long and complex. It will sway any party from simply quitting. Denmark, Norway, and Sweden are enlightened countries. They are well aware that they must work together, must not quarrel to the point of stagnating. Further to the point of centralizing, education is given to the hands of parliament. They would begin to mesh each nation's histories, blend culture. The youth would be taught of their strong cultural past, of Scandinavian roots. Military as well is merged, all three nation's having been weak. With this combined pool of resources, the Confederation put a serious army onto the stage. Sweden would run military operations and handling, the trade off being weaker in political and social matters. The 1st Nordic Army is formed, comprising of all three nation's militaries. Their main task is being introduced to the new command structures and cultural differences. From there they are put into training, no stop in the end. Hoping to tap into the new flood of hope for the Confederation, the youth is encouraged to enlist or join the work sector. The 1st Nordic Army needs new recruits! Join today and reap the benefits, protect your homeland. The recruitment policy remains as all volunteer. (Pok Please) Parliament would run the show now, though each Nation was a part of that influence. Their representatives would not betray their respective party/nation's wishes or interest. And almost unanimously those interest are consolidating and then growing. Tensions are light as the new goverment takes shape. Sweden, increasingly more conservative, is the smallest presence in parliament. They run the army, and are content to live like the aristocrats of old. Let others do the endless chatter and rhetoric. A far more liberal and socialist Norway and Denmark have taken the show. They elect to start to merge everyone's culture. With the exit of the EU, the currency of the three is varied. It is voted in and then enforced to use the new currency. The new nordic mark will be backed by Scandinavian banks. Each nation's monarchy is allowed, though not even ceremonial power is granted them. They will remain a faded imprint of each countries monarch past. Finland is formally invited to the Scandinavian Confederation for a Brighter Future. It is hoped they would see how well the three nation's were forming. Finland would hopefully be tempted to join, or they would end up stuck between a rampant Russia and a growing Confederation. (Pok Please)

Sweden Change and stiff opposition against it is sweeping through Sweden. Parties are at each other's throats, arguing. But in reality Sweden is a far better off place then some. Across the globe the tension is beginning to rise. It's scary, especially for a small, diplomatic people. Some argues they were too soft, and are working on that. But until then, the reality is simple. This new EU, this Federal beast, is putting the fear right into the Riksdag politicians. So far Sweden abstains from implementing any of the new creed. Sweden remains how they've always been. It seems a very European power struggle has began to rear it's ugly head. French propaganda is kicking off, inspiring some. However people remain to their own opinions, follow their parties. No reply or words of encouragement are sent to France. It seems that for now Swedish politicians would sit on the fence, ignore both sides. In actuality, Sweden is very far from just idling by. With the Centre-Right Parties failure to implement a part time draft, they lose some face. The opposition is able to pick up the slack. They realize the need for a higher rate of troops, demands are rising. But instead of issuing a draft, they still to all volunteer. Searching for the motivated soilders, the ones who want to fight. These troops will be put into long training cycles, not being in a particular need anywhere. After a long boot camp, they'll be outfitted and form entirely new Swedish regiments. The low intake of troops expected will hopefully not be too costly to outfit with elite gear. Slowly, both Swedish parties are recruiting a new and motivated army. Time was passing by too fast, things have been progressing rapidly. Artur Carlsson and his coterie were meant to take things slow. But as they say, the world doesn't wait for you to catch up. Already Sweden's military was being improved. Unfortunately, still desperate for manpower, they made up for it in arms. The new Bumble Bees, assault helicopters, are finished on time. Their production begins immediately, and is charted to run smoothly. For now only basic prototypes and first models are available. The Swedish cavalry is assembled, and given their new steeds. They will begin training immediately, using the first models. They practice high altitude drops, and savage and fast landings. The Bee itself is armed to fight off other aircraft, and heavily armored to sustain ground fire. In the rear a full squad of troops and one light AFV can fit. It is meant to rush elite troops and light support vehicles into tactical positions. A perfect weapon for a nation that has to avoid attrition. The UK is assured that the meeting of monarchs will proceed as planned. Their trade deal is accepted, though tariffs are placed to limit how much the UK could flood their market. Sweden did not quite want to flood their markets with anything. However Sweden will not stand by and let the centralized EU browbeat other nations into following it's agenda. That betrayed the heart of the European Union. For now however, all the EU will hear is a collective sigh from the Riksdag. Denmark and Norway's proposition to take things a step farther is taken to heart. Sweden proposed the three establish a confederation, to pledge to work together in all things. The reasoning is that already partially integrated, they could form a more influential political front to the world. A more powerful front, especially to an increasingly more dangerous EU. If the Scandinavian powers stuck together, merged an already merging system, they would prosper. To balance the weight of this offer, Sweden would elect to have a smaller amount of seats in a new parliament then the other two. It would be up to the new confederative parliament to vote in their name and body. Things would be planned, after the other two nations voted yes or no. Iceland and Finland are not invited, Sweden figuring they would not join. However the offer is their, if the other Scandinavian states see the sense to joining. Each nations would keep it's own goverment and identity, just be a part of a bigger whole. It would be up to how much power they give the confederate goverment, to decide who would truly rule. (Pok Please!) !Swedish UN Delegation! [x] In order to preserve peace, employ economic sanctions against the Brazilian state, along with military sanctions and the deployment of troops beneath a British-led coalition to defend Argentina. A 60% majority shall be required for military action, and any majority for economic sanctions. DO YOU AGREE THAT THE UNSC NEEDS TO HAVE A MORE EQUAL SPREAD OF REPRESENTATION, INCLUDING, BUT NOT LIMITED TO, MORE NATIONS FROM EACH CONTINENT REPRESENTED AS MEMBERS OF THE BIG 5. [] YAY [x] NAY Sweden proposes the UN council votes on a response to the recent Russian aggression.

Sweden The room was well lit, uncomfortably bright for some. It was hazy with cigar smoke. A few very select members have ever made it this far. Few have entered this room, heard the truth. Several men and women were seated around a table. The table was imposing, crescent shaped and black. Besides that nothing else was in the room. Artur Carlsson -prime minister of Sweden- is the source of the cigar smoke. And the power. He was by no means physically imposing. At the ripe age of sixty, Artur looked rather old. But he took it in stride, did not let it bother him. In fact he still looked good, in a warm grandfather way. Thats how they all looked up to him. The grandfather figure of a benign Sweden, shepherd of the flock. Alongside good old King Carl, the two are respected. But things were tense in Sweden, they always were. The ruling party of leftist had gradually been diminished. As immigration crisis continued, restrictions were needed. People blinded themselves to it, but a full 15% of Sweden's population was foreign born. And so led to the achingly slow but steady rise of the Centre-Right Party-(CRP/Alliance for Sweden). Things were not radical though, at least not yet. In the Riksdag, seats are hotly contested for. A more conservative party, Alliance for Sweden, actually managed to get the majority. Only by a few seats, but it spoke volumes. However the Left was not about to let a fight go so easily. They were always campaigning, collecting support. Sweden's smaller parties have formed a minority coalition, merely trying to remain relevant. The CRP did were not stiff conservatives by any means. But many were, though they knew not to rattle their pens too furiously. They instead worked with the other parties, kept furthering Swedish glory. Through much fiery rhetoric and simple logic, the CRP passed a few laws. Immigration laws would begin to tighten. Swedish troopers not engaged in global actions would be called forth. On a volunteer basis, these troopers would patrol Sweden's borders. Besides the initial men needed, border patrol will receive extensive training and receive specialized equipment before being sent it. Another point was lowering the amount of money Sweden put back into her people. For now however it was staunchly blocked. All of this was mere politics to the people in that bright room. Finishing his cigar, Artur put it in an ash tray. Still lazily trailing smoke, it gently smoldered. Sweden's politics were troubling, seemingly getting more complex and aggressive. But there were darker stains. Artur and this small gathering of politicians formed a elitist group. They were puppeteers, working on mutual agendas to further political goals. Some were Leftist, others part of the CRP. Artur himself being a CRP member was their first among equals. He was more centre then right, held the love of his people. But in reality he manipulated their perception, went his own way. After hours of discussion, concluded with cigars, their plan was ready. It would begin to be implemented on Sweden soon enough. Their first priority was to make sure a few key votes swung their way. -Sweden's stance on the EU plan to have joint military was answered by Prime Minister Artur Carlsson. "No, I say!" The old man said in his warm voice. "I mean no disrespect to the idea, or the planners behind it. But no. Like sticking to our own currency, some elements of our own cultures or government should remain..diverse. The EU is not like other alliances, not meant to kick in doors and have armies. We are better then that, we are European." -[!] U.N. - [Sweden] [!] [Yay] -Sweden's government makes a majority vote. The topic is addressed to their commitment to the Nordic Council. A large majority voted to add more, to expand the ideas. Championed by the CRP, it was a appealing idea. They wished for other members of the Nordic Council to have 174 seats intead of 87. This would double the Council. It was hoped that more power would be allowed by all members to the Council. Sweden agreed to loose some of it's autonomy, alongside others if they agree, to allow a more centered group. Nothing drastic is proposed, just the beginnings of expanding a Council that could benefit them all. No huge designs like military, government, or economies is sent. Instead they focus on smaller things. Smuggling laws, water territory, resource rights, open borders. Sweden wanted it and her fellow Scandinavian sisters to take it a step at a time. (Mod Please) -The U.K is contacted by Swedish Riksdag representatives. Though they still support the EU, Sweden had always had a independent attitude. They too had kept their own currency. No actual choice or vote would be made to leave the EU. Sweden was happy where she was, but wanted to also branch out. Swedish interest were mainly in establishing trade, and purchasing military hardware. It is proposed the two nation's monarchs meet in London for an official ceremony. -The CRP begins to push for Sweden to return to a partial conscription. They argue in times like these it would be better to have a higher percentage of troops/reserves. Nothing severe is hoped for, just a gradual climb in men taken into the armed forces. (Mod please) besides that Sweden depends on a highly motivated and equipped but under strength army. Their hoped edge is to increase focus on mechanized infantry. A new /type of aircraft/ helicopter. It's primarily build will be heavily armored in the front and big. Each Bumble Bee will be armed with modern weapons mainly of anti-air. Some guns and missiles will also be implemented for ground targets. Their main purpose however will be to carry troopers. Equipped with parachutes for high deployment, squads ride in the rear. It is hoped a squad of troopers and a small AFV could fit int he rear. They're called Bumble Bees due to their tradeoffs. Though armored well and able to transport/pack a bite, these helicopters would be less maneuverable. It is hoped air superiority can negate that. ((7 pages))

Application Country Selected: Sweden Nation Leader: Artur Carlsson Demonstrate Understanding of Nation (Bio/Facts/Info): Taking roots from Germanic settlers, forming the first ancient Scandinavian tribes. As time progressed they became some of the most renown vikings. Growing into an Empire, the Swedish Empire was a baltic power. But as time kept moving on it's path, territory was gradually lost. The final blow was losing Finland, to the Russians. As present day continues, King and parliament make up the goverment. It seemed that peace was their way, the army was small. Conscription was in the recent past. Nevertheless ended the army is volunteer only. Pass phrase:shitshitshit Do you understand the rules and regulations of this FRP: Yes!

Roth chewed through his meal content, it was better then usual prison fare. He'd spent some time in cells, anyone of his profession has. But this prison topped it all. It had it's own kitchen, fully staffed! Good thing the King decided not to kill us right off the bat. I could get used to this place! Roth thought to himself. He idly watched the gathered group of rapscallions around him. I'm the only damn human here, Roth realized. It made him feel uncomfortable, alone. He'd have to watch carefully, see who is worth it and who is not. Some of them might be able to watch his back. Others.... Well others looked better suited for the gallows. He was a rouge! a thief! damnit. Up until his untimely betrayal, Roth ran in high circles of the lowest of the low. Now he was sharing his meals with a bunch of up jumped prickly races. Determined to hide his feelings, Roth finishes his meal and sighs. Getting up, Roth stretches his long limbs. Rubbing his stomach, he goes up to the chef. Giving him his most winning smile and a wink, Roth deposits his stuff. "Keep up this good cooking, and you just may find yourself a witty husband! It'll keep it interesting, add spice to things that aren't food." Getting slapped by a wooden spoon for his efforts, Roth sighs once more. Deliberately putting himself behind the half crystal half human thing, Roth takes a moment to have a view. Not half bad, for half a human. He idly thinks. Better a half human than not at all I suppose. Tapping her shoulder, Roth gives his winning smile as she turns around. "Hello there miss, pleasure to be behind ya! As the only human here, I welcome you on the behalf of our race! Well should I say I half welcome you..... you're obviously not fully human. Stick around me and I can teach you the other half!" Grinning at his own joke, Roth ignores whatever she has to say, and idly wonders what this jail will bring......

Name: Ciaphias Roth Age: Twenty Gender: Male Race: Human (Human, Orc, Dwarf, Drakkar (dragon/lizard man), Enkraeni (tree people), Troll, Crystal Elf, Blood Elf, Skarprack (bug people), Rmar (stone people)) Notable traits & appearance (no real equipment, mind you): Tall for his race, Roth stands at six feet. Wiry, he is underweight and strung out. But that would not do to underestimate him, he is strong. Gaunt faced, and solemn, Roth keeps to himself. He's notable for trying to stick to his moral compass, not necessarily a good thing. Background Story: Roth has spent eighteen years of his life as a simple farmer in the suburbs around Gardoar. His mother died giving birth to him, leaving his father to raise him. Life was simple and good, as any farmer's life can be. But as the years progressed Roth's rogue personality developed. He would always like to have a bit of fun, be it tipping a cow or sneaking into a croft to lay in the hay. Charming and witty, his harmless charades may annoy but not anger his neighbors. As he reached nineteen Roth began to frequent the capital. Eventually his actions brought him to run in with a local city gang. They would do boyish things, break windows, steal items, and such. But as a year went by the gang of street boys and urchins grew. Many were hauled away by city watch, others were betrayed. Through all this Roth survived, and grew. Things got serious, breaking into houses, stealing horses, petty theft. Thing were getting good, Roth had left his father at twenty. Living in the capital the thief prospered. Having a small room bought in a tavern, the city was open to him. Things were going to get good... (Would it be possible to have Ciaphias have necromancer talents? Maybe he would have to have it awaken in him, and not really be used for evil.) Reason for imprisonment: As Roth and the gang grew, so too did their greed. Eventually the highest members plotted for one of the best takes of their life. The armies have been mustering for years, to face the growing necromancer threat. All soilders needed some form of pay, especially the elites. With the demand for troops so high in the collapsing fronts, convoys this close to the capital were less guarded. The gang would dress as common brigands, and try for the gold in those chest. Waiting in the woods near the capital, Roth and other compatriots waited. As expected only a small column of troops marched alongside two carts. Crossbows twanged, and a few men dropped. Running from cover, the gang stormed the troops. They held to the last, but were ultimately outnumbered and killed. Most of the gang however was dead or wounded, they had to act fast. Consolidating all the gold, the leader and his top cronies hiked onto the carts. As Roth and some of the lower tier members made for the carts, they were halted. The leader has his crossbow pointed straight at Roth. Smiling, they all heard the thundering gallop of an incoming solider patrol. "Some one has to take the blame, sorry lads" Dashing away in the carts, they kept Roth and his men frozen in place. It was that or be shot. The cavalry came in behind them, surrounding the gang members. "Well well well, what do we have here? Caught a few brigands reveling in their loot. Kill them, but spare that one" The sergeant said pointing to Roth.

I'd be happy to try a fantasy.

Nation Name: Shadik Republic Place on Map: Government and Economy Type: Theocratic Autocracy/Feudal-Industrial Leader: Obodiah Population(No more than 25m): twenty-five million Military: Mandatory Conscription in times of war, possible numbers roughly estimated at eight million or more. Technology(1920 tech of some country): Russia Culture: Russian History: The Shadik Republic is a large and sprawling empire. Originally settlers came from the mountains and icy waste of the north. Integrating but dominating the native steppe nomads, an uneasy peace formed. That was the very beginning of the republic. For hundreds of years after, the Empire would grow and solidify. The Ruling class was comprised of nobles descending from the ancient northern raiders. They're breed holds the power, and lords it over the massive amount of minorities. Through fear and a robust military, peace is kept. The Empire is massive, and well populated. However this is also a problem, as secessionist tendencies are high. The northern elite can only tap the top of a vast pool of resources. Inefficient and corruption plague the Empire. However, it still stands strong. From the northern lords perching in their icy castles, to the desert nomad warriors, Shadik remains divided but strong. A strong hand is needed, a godly man to rule the masses. Obodiah is the most current Defender of the Faith. It is the highest title in Shadik, and brings absolute power. It is through the Defender that the governing body of nobles answer to. Armies march at his command, and temples are built on a whim. Shadik religion is highly treasured, and the peasants are the most devout. The two biggest threats to Shadik are from within, and their ancient enemy.. the Mangevic Empire Extra Information: Bananas! The Shadik Empire's main strength relies in it's army and faith. Industrialization came late to Shadik, most peasants, desert nomad warriors, city dwellers, and steppe nomads living in poverty. It is only truly the northern nobles descending from raiding caste who hold money. However resources are bountiful, if unused. The Army is diverse but in a good way, many different elements displaying their talents. Primarily northern nobles hold officer commissions.

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The Lost Vault We have been wondering for years now, always in fear. Once we were from Nevada but no more. Lucky enough to have a vault called home, we took shelter. Those were the best years, in the comforts of our vault. But fear ran through, uncertainty of the outside world. All these fears were inflamed when the power started to fail. There just wasn't enough experienced people left, we were all farmers. Eking out the last of the Vault's life, we cowered and argued. Some wanted to remain, to keep trying. Others, like myself, argued that it was god's sign to leave. Months passed, as the situation for more and more dire. Eventually the split ran too deep, tempers too hot. My followers and I, we took matters into our own hands. With pistol and baton, we did what we had to. Those who would chose to remain, would remain with no supplies. Gathering up everything we could, the Vaults population left. Our party stopped at the large gate, hesitant. As their new leader, I would be the first to enter the outer world. What would this bring us? Did some great gift lay outside? Our home is rotting, and us with it. It's time to leave, to find a new land to call ours. Taking a deep breath, I pushed the rusted gate open. The light was blinding, but I walked into it. My people came behind, taking heart from my actions. Those were the worst times, relearning the ravaged earth. We would not settle amidst the filth, we would keep going. Eventually things got better, we became more experienced. My people were made for this, not to rot in some dismal vault. As the month progressed, we became efficient at traveling the scarred lands. Our scouts and APC's were better armed, we could raid or defend well. After a while of wandering, we heard hints of a sacred place. Catching it off of rich merchants, wanderers like us, or other sorts of people. Some great vault is said to exist. It was made to shelter whole states, whole peoples. The idea spread amongst my people. Though we were now wanderers, settling down was tempting. For now though all we hear is rumors and falsities. However, my people and I have convened, to make an important situation. We would start to head north. This is where I am now, and every day hence is still a mystery. The majority of us lost souls are in the main convoy. Shepherded by outriders, they are the heart. The head is our APC'S and scouts, their mission was the most important. Behind came some soilders, men who were once security in the vault. From now on our vanguard will raid smaller parties, to gather supplies. If a small village is found, it will be surrounded by our entire force. From there we will acquire supplies peacefully, or over the population's corpses. We will also scout farther away from our main column. We hope to find anything of use. (Mod response please) In our roughly north-east travels, we begin to hear rumors of a larger faction. The Outcast as they call themselves, their reputation is spreading. For now my people will skirt around their territory, stealthily. Trying to measure their strength, scouts dressed as wastelanders are sent into their lands. They will try to find out what they can of the Outcast. At the same time I dispatch a messenger with an escort. It is hoped the excitement of the messenger will allow the scouts to slip in. They will treat with the Outcast, claiming to be a part of a medium sized merchant convoy. The Outcast may take note of their uniforms, pistols, and security batons. My messenger will ask after supplies, try to chat them up and maybe get a good deal. (Mod/Player response please)

App Forum Name: Faction Name: The Lost Vault Race(Please include if you're from a vault if human): Human/Vaulters Settled or Wanderer: Wanderer (They left their vault which was failing, in search of a rumored 'golden vault' Faction Details: In Nevada, things were harsh. The people of the vault were dying off, crops failing, energy power was low. It was simple, stay and die, or leave and survive. Matteo, leader of this vault, opted to leave. In search of a rumored golden vault, the people hope. Their home is lost, and they are unfamiliar with the new world they are in. But they will persist...and find the golden vault. (Start me in area 51-ish) ((My favorite ice-cream is Radroach btw.))

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Forum Name: Nation Name: The Shire Leader Name: William Bull Government Type: Monarchy Region you'd like to start (central Persia, north Ireland etc): Kent/London region Culture (Irish, French, etc): English What's my favorite color: MMN Nation Backstory (a nice paragraph or two.): After the fall of society, things began to deteriorate fast. Thankfully however, the people of England are made of sterner stuff. Though most of London has died off, the yeomen, the craftsmen, the carpenters, the merchants, they all survived. Setting up where normal life once lived is now the Shire. Led by an influential former politician, William Bull assumed the mantle of Monarch. Based around him is a parliament, shaped after memory of the old one. The Shire is farming country, their biggest production. Yeomen peasantry is the Shire's backbone, though Lords rule over them again. The Shire's main goal is to survive, and dominate the British isle. They are mostly peasants and lords, their staple weapons is the English longbow. The people are not hostile though, the borders are open. An agricultural monarchy, the river, farm, and trade is everything. House Bull however is more aggressive, they seek to expand the Shire. Tax collectors do out their will, more secret police then actual taxmen.

Reaction Post (Fighting France) The raiders and scouts quietly watch the Vichy troops reposition. Word is sent back as fast as possible to General Leclerc. It seems the Vichy French are fortifying, to wait would be to let them actually fortify. In response, Leclerc hastily assembles an HQ. The raiders are given another thousand men, to step it up. They begin to harass the Vichy French troops as they start to fortify. From there, the FFF armies across the borders are called upon. A full hundred thousand men, most of them successfully evaded Vichy French detection. Now as the Vichy forces are settling down, beginning to fortify, they are assaulted. Across the border, forces they did not know where there are moving out. The goal was to hit Vichy France in multiple points before they could fortify. They have the element of surprise, which would go a long way. Artillery and planes would be held back. They would rapidly shuffle to points of the hardest fighting. Leclerc's tank companies steam forward. They will hit in the center of Vichy lines, accompanied by infantry support. The two hundred and fifty thousand recruits in training are prepared for deployment. They are armed with modern equipment, and have been training for the past year. They would hold their own, if they are needed.

Fighting France "So Mr.Roosevelt wants us to 'step' actions up, non?" de Gaulle is heard to remark to his aide. When that particular telegram reached Bon Voyage, the exile government was angered. But de Gaulle remained calm, he walked amongst his aides. A joke there, a piece of advice there, he calmed his staff. As they formed a circle around him, waiting, Charles grinned. "These Americans are not even in the war, yet they tell us what to do? I suppose they do not understand the nature of this war. Do not call the Americans demons for this, they are still our allies. This a a hunt, one of patience and timing. The Americans have everything, they would solve the problem with numbers. We have much more subtle tools, with a reach farther then many may know... However, I do agree with the spirit of the message. The Axis powers are advancing, heads held proud. They already think this war is as good as done. But it if far from over! The Fight is far from over! For months we have been growing, consolidating. Now it is time to show the Axis what France can do. From this day on the fight will never stop, until we are victorious. We shall be Fighting France, being free is already our very nature. Let the Americans learn what a fighting Frenchmen can do!" This speech is not publicized, but it went down in the mind of every man there. The Fighting France government is revitalized. Their infamous parties double, and many go off to fight. The French Resistance sends word to de Gaulle that they are ready. But he has one task to ask of them, before they go ahead.... French Resistance delegates have long since fled to the U.S. From there they tried to gather any form of help they could. Over the months their contacts grew, their use more valuable. Resistance high command personally gives orders to a Resistance member in NYC. A team is assembled, of the resistance member and some hired French mercenaries. They will wait for a dark night, and go to the Statue of Liberty. They will either take the guards by surprise and knock them unconscious, or hold them at gun point. From there a team will bring crates of things that looked like dynamite. After about an hour, the team makes itself scarce before cops arrive. As NYC stirs and thinks a terrorist strike just happened, the crates go off in the statue. Fire works, hundreds of them. They shoot into the air, proud red white and blue colors. The fireworks illuminate a French flag pegged to the torch. In French across it is "Remember the Revolution". - After this gaudy show, the real fight starts. French Resistance cells across Germany start operations. No large risings or revolts occur. Instead they quietly try to sabotage key German positions. Some bold ones will attack officers, assault patrols. For the main part however they seek to destroy vital things. They cut pole lines, sabotage rail tracks, and other terrorist acts. The goal was to de-rail the german supply lines, and force them to tie troops up in France. The Fighting France navy opted to stay and guard the Gibraltar straight. As the Brits went to fight Italy, the French stayed put. They begin to blockade Spain, cutting off any ships bound for it. Ten more warships are sent from Africa to strengthen the blockade. The French submarines wait for Spain's armies to load up onto the ships. As the ships returning to Spain hit deep water, they are attacked. Submarines lead the strike, targeting Spain's escort ships first. From there three French warships guarding the straight will engage. Their goal was to sink the troops in their transports. French Resistance members, British Commandos, Catalonian rebels, and Navarre hills men set up in the Pyrenees. They will harass Spanish supply lines. The goal was to harass both their sea and land routes. (Mod for battle outcome) In Africa, France continues to raid Vichy France land. Their skirmishing force is small, aiming to take out water and oil supplies. The majority of the army remains in their own land. The Fighting French army is spaced out around the border, hidden away in camouflaged camps. The bulk of the new army still remains at training. For the past few months that's all they've been doing, and it shows.