Post by Dunwik on Aug 16, 2021 15:11:32 GMT
With the recent escalations of tensions and the collapse of Duom Duom Asderaordia, Ymir, and Rodina to both Communist and Nativist uprisings, the Minister of War and the Minister of the Interior were on duty for long hours coming up with the means to resist any potential incursion into their own territory. Dunwik's vulnerabilities were known no better than by those men, and the two argued late into the nights and early into the mornings, stress, new sugary and stimulant drinks, and the ever present fear of being gunned down in a dark alley keeping them laboring almost all day. The two men barely bathed, and looked like shriveled husks of what they once were, but finally, a comprehensive plan was established. The first thing both of them did upon issuing their orders was take an unprecedented three day's recess to clean themselves and sleep deep.
In the jungles, near the Plateau Of Leng, the first process of this was implemented. Painted green, with leaves and twigs adhered to their uniforms, the latest advancement in war was busy, digging pits and armed with shotguns and submachine guns, they barely made a sound. At a signal, they melted into the woods, vanishing, as their targets came in. Those prisoners condemned to death had some value, for experimentation. Normally this was medical, but every now and then there was a military experiment. Corralled into a marching column, those damned to die never noticed anything was wrong before the heavy machine gun hidden in the jungle opened fire. Most of them didn't even have time to scream. The shotgun and the carbine reduced the survivors to nothing. Nobody outside the jungle would ever see the mass graves by coal mines and far from civilization. Perhaps in centuries to come an archeologist would find the grisly scene, but the existence of this act was secret.
In the cities, in the jungles, and offshore, the Dunwikki military corporations slowly began to work together, refining new doctrines and weapons. Battleships would fire at distant targets and refine their salvoes, cruisers would chase down destroyers, destroyers would guard against torpedo boats, and torpedo boats would perfect their ambushes, while submarines would creep towards shores and observe the positions of dummy fortresses, before slipping back under the waves and brining their valuable intelligence to be reviewed. The abundance of old ships made no shortage of targets. If it was not scrapped, it was blasted apart by guns or torpedoes in the tests on the western coast, where they would be less seen.
But not all was simply matters of war. From the railroad to the cannery, new mandates straight from the top gripped the worker, as the news began a frenzied pitch to inspire patriotism and innovation - and to steer the men away from the concerning specter of Communism, Nativism, anything other than Dunwikki Corporate Nationalism or their worship of science and technology received the boot harder than before.
Slowly, Dunwik was hardening itself against any threat, internal or external. Any revolution would find a wall of guns in their back and face before they could even cry the call to arms.
In the jungles, near the Plateau Of Leng, the first process of this was implemented. Painted green, with leaves and twigs adhered to their uniforms, the latest advancement in war was busy, digging pits and armed with shotguns and submachine guns, they barely made a sound. At a signal, they melted into the woods, vanishing, as their targets came in. Those prisoners condemned to death had some value, for experimentation. Normally this was medical, but every now and then there was a military experiment. Corralled into a marching column, those damned to die never noticed anything was wrong before the heavy machine gun hidden in the jungle opened fire. Most of them didn't even have time to scream. The shotgun and the carbine reduced the survivors to nothing. Nobody outside the jungle would ever see the mass graves by coal mines and far from civilization. Perhaps in centuries to come an archeologist would find the grisly scene, but the existence of this act was secret.
In the cities, in the jungles, and offshore, the Dunwikki military corporations slowly began to work together, refining new doctrines and weapons. Battleships would fire at distant targets and refine their salvoes, cruisers would chase down destroyers, destroyers would guard against torpedo boats, and torpedo boats would perfect their ambushes, while submarines would creep towards shores and observe the positions of dummy fortresses, before slipping back under the waves and brining their valuable intelligence to be reviewed. The abundance of old ships made no shortage of targets. If it was not scrapped, it was blasted apart by guns or torpedoes in the tests on the western coast, where they would be less seen.
But not all was simply matters of war. From the railroad to the cannery, new mandates straight from the top gripped the worker, as the news began a frenzied pitch to inspire patriotism and innovation - and to steer the men away from the concerning specter of Communism, Nativism, anything other than Dunwikki Corporate Nationalism or their worship of science and technology received the boot harder than before.
Slowly, Dunwik was hardening itself against any threat, internal or external. Any revolution would find a wall of guns in their back and face before they could even cry the call to arms.