A Shift in Priorities - Sequel
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considering canada has loads of uranium ore, and enough space to hide a secret project....
Oof, the wheels just keep turning! If this is a secret Canadian bomb that's about to go off, I honestly don't know how the US will respond. A nuclear strike from Britain on Canada, that's something to respond to. But a necro-strike from a lost Canadian government that never embraced the US in the first place? That's just confusing.
Also that Dane can go suck an egg.
If the British had destroyed Stockholm, I doubt the Danes would just sit back and say, "it's nothing to do with me, pal."
Also that Dane can go suck an egg.
If the British had destroyed Stockholm, I doubt the Danes would just sit back and say, "it's nothing to do with me, pal."Secret Canadian nuclear program? I shudder just thinking about it. We knew irony meters can't come near this thread, but I'm afraid such a thing would destroy them globally.
you have not kept update at that.
ironymeters cannot only even come near this thread, but the only safe place for them is beyond the orbit of pluto.
the oort cloud is teeming with exiled ironymeters
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Oof, the wheels just keep turning! If this is a secret Canadian bomb that's about to go off, I honestly don't know how the US will respond. A nuclear strike from Britain on Canada, that's something to respond to. But a necro-strike from a lost Canadian government that never embraced the US in the first place? That's just confusing.
Also that Dane can go suck an egg.
To be fair, its not like Denmark can really do much anyhow, other than hunker down and hope an Anglo-US war doesn't break out and they get hit in the crossfire.
Oh no, of course. I'm saying this guy's criticism of the US getting involved is wack, that's all.
On the other hand, his criticism of the US as overbearing, that's definitely fair.
But if Denmark had a long land border with Canada, they'd be involved, too. And probably overbearing!
But if Denmark had a long land border with Canada, they'd be involved, too. And probably overbearing!
they have a long sea border
Colonies do not cease to be colonies because they are independent.
(Benjamin Disraeli)
Loo paper was all gone. Fortunately, one still had a solid supply of miscellaneous propaganda leaflets. Fleet Chief Controller Joseph Mercer was frowning on such rugged methods, but what could he do? Vice Admiral Edward Malcolm Evans–Lombe had got used to such petty supply hickups. Now, no loo paper was a serious affair, worse than no soap – or no porridge... They said it would get better – once Navplan was fully working. Well, Evans–Lombe didn't believe in SUP generated fairy tales. It was getting worse – and it was going to end worst...
Evans–Lombe was flying his pennant on HMS Ypres, which had the facilities and accommodations necessary for a flagship. To be honest, Operation Wallop didn't require a large staff. It had been a fairly straightforward affair, and still was. But that was nothing Evans–Lombe would ever admit opposite Joe Mercer. He didn't detest Mercer, who – more or less – was a decent chap, as decent as a frigging controller could come. No, it was the system he hated, the blooming controller system. A naval commander was a naval commander; he alone decided. No bloody naval committee had ever won a sea battle.
Well, there wouldn't be a sea battle. One was waiting for the arrival of the ore freighters from Halifax, which one was going to escort to Liverpool, that was all. – The Yankee task force, one would calmly disregard. – Ha! Mercer was nervous because of the Merkins. Served him right! No clue about naval tactics... but wanting to play the master of disaster. Evans–Lombe would let him sweat. Let him believe in a serious situation... No, no, there was no danger that the situation might escalade. The Yanks had just come here to look – and mark their stamping ground; they weren't going to bite.
Evans–Lombe felt no sting of remorse; the missile attack on Ottawa had been necessary. Britain could not suffer that one woman blackmailed her. He had been briefed about the failed attempts to eliminate Rowley. There had been no alternative to the rocket strike. – Okay, it had been a flipping controller thing, but a national emergency was a national emergency... Evans–Lombe was no communist, he came from a family which had its roots in the Norfolk gentry, was what malicious tongues might dub an enemy of the working class. He was a naval career officer, had always been absolutely loyal to his political masters, no matter of their political colour.
His loyalty had been rewarded by a splendid career. But ever since the armed forces had been forced to accept controllers, chagrin was nagging him. – Unfortunately, the fame of his unswerving loyalty had prevented him from being recruited for one of the Duck networks. Had he known what was going on, he might have acted differently. – As it was, Evans–Lombe was alone with his ire and his unease. – And the accursed propaganda leaflets were excoriating his anus...
Returning to the operations room, Evans–Lombe was quickly updated on the situation by his chief of staff. Okay, everything was happening according to plan. The ore freighters were about to join the task force. They were transporting uraniferous ores, urgently awaited in Britain, where fuel elements for the nuclear reactors were running out. – The Yankees were keeping a distance of one hundred and fifty sea miles, as Evans–Lombe had been expecting. They had put up several aircraft, which were circling outside the perimeter held by his own planes. The US task force consisted of two carriers, twelve cruisers and twenty-three destroyers, nothing that could seriously challenge his outfit – or at least impress him.
Mercer was lingering around near the situation board. He looked agitated.
"What will happen now?"
"We take the merchanters right in our middle – and return to home waters."
"And the Americans?"
Evans–Lombe shrugged his shoulders.
"I guess they'll do whatever they've been ordered to do. Don't worry, Mister Mercer, all will be well."
(Benjamin Disraeli)
Loo paper was all gone. Fortunately, one still had a solid supply of miscellaneous propaganda leaflets. Fleet Chief Controller Joseph Mercer was frowning on such rugged methods, but what could he do? Vice Admiral Edward Malcolm Evans–Lombe had got used to such petty supply hickups. Now, no loo paper was a serious affair, worse than no soap – or no porridge... They said it would get better – once Navplan was fully working. Well, Evans–Lombe didn't believe in SUP generated fairy tales. It was getting worse – and it was going to end worst...
Evans–Lombe was flying his pennant on HMS Ypres, which had the facilities and accommodations necessary for a flagship. To be honest, Operation Wallop didn't require a large staff. It had been a fairly straightforward affair, and still was. But that was nothing Evans–Lombe would ever admit opposite Joe Mercer. He didn't detest Mercer, who – more or less – was a decent chap, as decent as a frigging controller could come. No, it was the system he hated, the blooming controller system. A naval commander was a naval commander; he alone decided. No bloody naval committee had ever won a sea battle.
Well, there wouldn't be a sea battle. One was waiting for the arrival of the ore freighters from Halifax, which one was going to escort to Liverpool, that was all. – The Yankee task force, one would calmly disregard. – Ha! Mercer was nervous because of the Merkins. Served him right! No clue about naval tactics... but wanting to play the master of disaster. Evans–Lombe would let him sweat. Let him believe in a serious situation... No, no, there was no danger that the situation might escalade. The Yanks had just come here to look – and mark their stamping ground; they weren't going to bite.
Evans–Lombe felt no sting of remorse; the missile attack on Ottawa had been necessary. Britain could not suffer that one woman blackmailed her. He had been briefed about the failed attempts to eliminate Rowley. There had been no alternative to the rocket strike. – Okay, it had been a flipping controller thing, but a national emergency was a national emergency... Evans–Lombe was no communist, he came from a family which had its roots in the Norfolk gentry, was what malicious tongues might dub an enemy of the working class. He was a naval career officer, had always been absolutely loyal to his political masters, no matter of their political colour.
His loyalty had been rewarded by a splendid career. But ever since the armed forces had been forced to accept controllers, chagrin was nagging him. – Unfortunately, the fame of his unswerving loyalty had prevented him from being recruited for one of the Duck networks. Had he known what was going on, he might have acted differently. – As it was, Evans–Lombe was alone with his ire and his unease. – And the accursed propaganda leaflets were excoriating his anus...
Returning to the operations room, Evans–Lombe was quickly updated on the situation by his chief of staff. Okay, everything was happening according to plan. The ore freighters were about to join the task force. They were transporting uraniferous ores, urgently awaited in Britain, where fuel elements for the nuclear reactors were running out. – The Yankees were keeping a distance of one hundred and fifty sea miles, as Evans–Lombe had been expecting. They had put up several aircraft, which were circling outside the perimeter held by his own planes. The US task force consisted of two carriers, twelve cruisers and twenty-three destroyers, nothing that could seriously challenge his outfit – or at least impress him.
Mercer was lingering around near the situation board. He looked agitated.
"What will happen now?"
"We take the merchanters right in our middle – and return to home waters."
"And the Americans?"
Evans–Lombe shrugged his shoulders.
"I guess they'll do whatever they've been ordered to do. Don't worry, Mister Mercer, all will be well."
or when it is hidden under the ores, no one will suspect.
too much background radiation. plus the ores will work as a radiation shield
of course there is one thing worse than such a device igniting in the middle of the fleet, that is such device igniting a british port.
is there a steamer called horse or seahorse? lol
edit: i just realised that it could be even worse, such a device ignites surrounded by high quality uranium ore would already cause loads of fallout, what if it was a mix of uranium and cobalt ores?
just imagine that going off in the port of liverpool.....
too much background radiation. plus the ores will work as a radiation shield
of course there is one thing worse than such a device igniting in the middle of the fleet, that is such device igniting a british port.
is there a steamer called horse or seahorse? lol
edit: i just realised that it could be even worse, such a device ignites surrounded by high quality uranium ore would already cause loads of fallout, what if it was a mix of uranium and cobalt ores?
just imagine that going off in the port of liverpool.....
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I guess that's the main problem with a serialized story: things can seem absurd until the next segment comes out.
So everyone's more or less behaving as expected, at least, though I still think political uproar at home is going to play hell with the American elections. I had a generic political outline sitting around, but it probably needs a full overhaul now!
One thing that hasn't happened yet is an explanation from the UK. If they don't come out with a convincing story soon, Patton's going to control the narrative. For all the world knows, this is an entirely rogue fleet.
Another thing that we haven't seen is the reaction from Canada itself. We've seen one (probably drastically out of touch) politician who thinks everything is fine, but to the average Canadian, their capital city has just been blown up. I don't think there's a single example of a country treating such an incident calmly.
So what is the UK telling them? I would imagine they need to pull out their sacrificial lamb in the next day or so if they want to avoid the first stirrings of revolt.
And who is that sacrificial lamb? Some politician in London? Not very convincing that you'd get what looks like most of the navy to leave port and bomb a friendly city without the PM's say so, so that won't work. Maybe the admiral? Well, if they need to release a name soon to keep Canada from rebelling and it's the admiral, he'll have control of the fleet when they tell the world. That's a no-go.
So who? Honestly, the only idea I have is that it *is* Prime Minister Wintringham, and that he's going to come clean to the world about why he did it, and then have himself killed. Heroic sacrifice to save his revolution...honestly not out of the question for a poet and a true-believer.
He secures his succession, dies for his cause, Canada's...well, not happy, but satisfied, Britain's supply lines are secured, the US is nervous but can't really do anything at the moment, and life goes on.
So everyone's more or less behaving as expected, at least, though I still think political uproar at home is going to play hell with the American elections. I had a generic political outline sitting around, but it probably needs a full overhaul now!
One thing that hasn't happened yet is an explanation from the UK. If they don't come out with a convincing story soon, Patton's going to control the narrative. For all the world knows, this is an entirely rogue fleet.
Another thing that we haven't seen is the reaction from Canada itself. We've seen one (probably drastically out of touch) politician who thinks everything is fine, but to the average Canadian, their capital city has just been blown up. I don't think there's a single example of a country treating such an incident calmly.
So what is the UK telling them? I would imagine they need to pull out their sacrificial lamb in the next day or so if they want to avoid the first stirrings of revolt.
And who is that sacrificial lamb? Some politician in London? Not very convincing that you'd get what looks like most of the navy to leave port and bomb a friendly city without the PM's say so, so that won't work. Maybe the admiral? Well, if they need to release a name soon to keep Canada from rebelling and it's the admiral, he'll have control of the fleet when they tell the world. That's a no-go.
So who? Honestly, the only idea I have is that it *is* Prime Minister Wintringham, and that he's going to come clean to the world about why he did it, and then have himself killed. Heroic sacrifice to save his revolution...honestly not out of the question for a poet and a true-believer.
He secures his succession, dies for his cause, Canada's...well, not happy, but satisfied, Britain's supply lines are secured, the US is nervous but can't really do anything at the moment, and life goes on.
Fuller and Polly Brown ordered basically the ENTIRE British navy to bomb Ottawa?
Who believes that? Why would the navy follow those orders? Maaaaaaaybe they can get away with blaming it on the Defense Minister, but even that presses credulity. The navy's going to follow an order like this without checking in on the PM?
No, it's either the admiral or the PM.
Edit: And honestly, the more I think of it, the less sense the admiral makes. As mentioned before, there's the danger of scapegoating him when he's got the entire fleet at his back. But also, who will believe that he went rogue and then escorted a convoy calmly back to the UK? Or that he somehow convinced so many supposedly loyal ship captains to help him commit this crime without a single thought?
I really think it's gotta be the PM.
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One man with a head on his shoulders is worth a dozen without.
(Queen Elizabeth)
The 'Ottawa Tragedy' had featured prominently in British TV and broadcasting for about three days. The late Governor General Ebby Edwards had been celebrated as a hero of the working class; Edith Rowley, obviously, had never existed. Yes, it had been such an an appalling accident: ostensibly, a non-directional beacon, an NDB, or rather a model under construction for Ottawa airport, had emitted on a frequency that had diffracted the Arrow missiles started by a naval training force and aimed for Goose Bay Proving Ground. Something like that had never been observed before, and the experts were working hard to figure out how it could happen – and make sure it never could happen again. Normally, an Arrow, once started, could not be influenced from the outside, for very good reasons. Even self-destruction had not been installed in order to prevent sabotage. Unfortunately, the company, where the NDB had been built, had been hit and destroyed. All employees had been killed; so, one couldn't interrogate them about what they actually had done. And because the mission of the military exercise had been salvo fire; all four salvoes had already been launched – when the NDB had suddenly flared up.
The King and Prime Minister Wintringham had both expressed their sincere grief and deep mourning over the casualties and had promised full redemption. Canadian Prime Minister Rose had taken the same line. He seemed to be the man of the hour, judging by the attention he was receiving in the media. – The British public had reacted as could be expected: nobody had voiced doubt about the official version. Mourning ceremonies had been attended as ordered. – Several engineers involved in Arrow development had been put in detention and were currently questioned. Evidently, this distractability was a serious constructional flaw – and had to be remedied. – Of course, Britain and her Canadian colony were capable of handling this calamity alone – and had rejected all external offers of help. There had been a number of foreign casualties, the mortal remains of which had already been returned to the respecting home countries. The offer of unfettered redemption was also valid for those cases, as a matter of course. Britain did not hesitate to fulfil her international obligations.
[FONT="]The Duck Brothers were desolate. They didn't know what to do. Their principal was gone – and the enemy was in charge at home. – Polly Brown, however, could see no reason to give up. The decision was going to fall here in Britain; Canada was a sideshow, had always been. One had to find Ernest Bevin. He was the key to Westminster. – The secret networks hadn't averted the Ottawa massacre, and they were – because of their multitude – dangerous. Exposure, just by accident, could happen every moment. And once MI5 knew what to search for, they soon would find more. – No, one had to concentrate on unkenneling Bevin. And the Duck Brothers were the ones to do it, who else? Yes, one had suffered a grave setback, but one had not yet lost the war. The fray was going on... [/FONT]
(Queen Elizabeth)
The 'Ottawa Tragedy' had featured prominently in British TV and broadcasting for about three days. The late Governor General Ebby Edwards had been celebrated as a hero of the working class; Edith Rowley, obviously, had never existed. Yes, it had been such an an appalling accident: ostensibly, a non-directional beacon, an NDB, or rather a model under construction for Ottawa airport, had emitted on a frequency that had diffracted the Arrow missiles started by a naval training force and aimed for Goose Bay Proving Ground. Something like that had never been observed before, and the experts were working hard to figure out how it could happen – and make sure it never could happen again. Normally, an Arrow, once started, could not be influenced from the outside, for very good reasons. Even self-destruction had not been installed in order to prevent sabotage. Unfortunately, the company, where the NDB had been built, had been hit and destroyed. All employees had been killed; so, one couldn't interrogate them about what they actually had done. And because the mission of the military exercise had been salvo fire; all four salvoes had already been launched – when the NDB had suddenly flared up.
The King and Prime Minister Wintringham had both expressed their sincere grief and deep mourning over the casualties and had promised full redemption. Canadian Prime Minister Rose had taken the same line. He seemed to be the man of the hour, judging by the attention he was receiving in the media. – The British public had reacted as could be expected: nobody had voiced doubt about the official version. Mourning ceremonies had been attended as ordered. – Several engineers involved in Arrow development had been put in detention and were currently questioned. Evidently, this distractability was a serious constructional flaw – and had to be remedied. – Of course, Britain and her Canadian colony were capable of handling this calamity alone – and had rejected all external offers of help. There had been a number of foreign casualties, the mortal remains of which had already been returned to the respecting home countries. The offer of unfettered redemption was also valid for those cases, as a matter of course. Britain did not hesitate to fulfil her international obligations.
[FONT="]The Duck Brothers were desolate. They didn't know what to do. Their principal was gone – and the enemy was in charge at home. – Polly Brown, however, could see no reason to give up. The decision was going to fall here in Britain; Canada was a sideshow, had always been. One had to find Ernest Bevin. He was the key to Westminster. – The secret networks hadn't averted the Ottawa massacre, and they were – because of their multitude – dangerous. Exposure, just by accident, could happen every moment. And once MI5 knew what to search for, they soon would find more. – No, one had to concentrate on unkenneling Bevin. And the Duck Brothers were the ones to do it, who else? Yes, one had suffered a grave setback, but one had not yet lost the war. The fray was going on... [/FONT]
So this is the story on British TV...is it the story they're selling internationally?
Two possibilities:
1) The science looks like BS and the world deduces that the British blew up their own city and, more importantly, the US starts to make plans.
2) The science looks real (somehow) and the British have a huge missile that can be accidentally detonated over a tremendous range by basically a radio tower.
Option 1, nothing much is likely to happen in the short-term and the PM might think he's gotten away with it.
Option 2, which country living within the range of these missiles is going to let such a randomly dangerous piece of tech threaten them constantly with no provocation?
Or if this is only the internal story, what are they telling the world? And what do the Canadians know, and how are they reacting? They have access to Japanese and American news, after all.
Two possibilities:
1) The science looks like BS and the world deduces that the British blew up their own city and, more importantly, the US starts to make plans.
2) The science looks real (somehow) and the British have a huge missile that can be accidentally detonated over a tremendous range by basically a radio tower.
Option 1, nothing much is likely to happen in the short-term and the PM might think he's gotten away with it.
Option 2, which country living within the range of these missiles is going to let such a randomly dangerous piece of tech threaten them constantly with no provocation?
Or if this is only the internal story, what are they telling the world? And what do the Canadians know, and how are they reacting? They have access to Japanese and American news, after all.
Yeah, I can't see anybody who isn't a far left red apologist possibly buying this story. No way do ballistic missiles happen to strike right in the middle of Ottawa, kill Rowley, most of the Canadian government, thousands of people including foreign nationals by accident.
I also can't imagine the Canadians being passively accepting of this story as well. It would be as if the President said that 9/11 or Pearl Harbor were merely accident and people just shrugging their shoulders. The Canadian public can't be this dumb.