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Post by England on Jan 14, 2013 17:55:00 GMT -5
June 1916
Arthur paused to fixed his shirt, the heat was slowly getting to him. He had only just arrived in Cairo and already he could feel the wool of his jacket doing more to over heat him than it was to actually protect him from any weather. He took a breath as one of his men came over to him and greeted him, handing him a written missive from one of the generals. He took the missive from him and read it over before tucking it into his pant pocket.
He headed for the main barracks wanting to hear what was going on from the source. The solider who had greeted him followed closely behind him. He ran his fingers through his hair, hoping that maybe it would be cooler inside than it was out here. "Is it always so fuckin' hot out here?" the solider laughed at the question but didn't really supply an answer. He was wearing the dusty tan uniform and he seemed so comfortable in the heat as if it were second nature to him.
As soon as he was in the meeting room he regretting the decision to come inside, it was stuffier in here with the cigarette smoke clinging to the air and five bodies crammed into the tight space. One of the men glanced over, a glass of brandi balanced on his knee as the conversation in the room reached a lull. The man motioned to a seat, "ah Sir. Kirkland, welcome." The man got up, setting his glass down on a small end table as he went to shake Arthur's hand before introducing himself as Colonel Cyril Wilson, he went about the room introducing the rest of the men present before he poured Arthur a thumb of the amber liquid and dropped two ice cubes into it from a silver ice bucket.
Arthur took a seat and settled in to listen, he had expressed that he was here solely just to listen and not to participate in the conversation. He sipped his drink idly. The idea was simple, they were going to support Hussein and his men against the Ottomans.
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Post by Turkey on Jan 17, 2013 14:56:22 GMT -5
The Crimean War, The War of Greek Independence, The lose/separation/neglect of Egypt, both Balkan Wars….
The French, the English, the Germans, the Russians, the Italians….
The fits of insanity…the shaking…the nightmares….
Sadik could feel himself dying. It would be his time soon, he had lost far too much to still be standing and his empire was being down-sized to almost nothing, as of late. If he was lucky he’d at least have all of Istanbul.
Yet that didn’t stop him from striking a secret alliance with Germany which directly put him in alliance with the rest of the Central Powers. However, Sadik had and hadn’t been paying as much attention to the politics going on around him and was trying to concentrate more on the re-building of his failing government. He had tried this a few times already, always getting distracted with another conflict that would arise within the empire to be able to actually make any improvements. And this time was no different as the War reared its ugly little head.
Although, it was fairly obvious with the amount of conflicts occurring between western powers on other soils and especially the shitty diplomacy that nations were disregarding for expansion. It was the death of the Archduke Franz Ferdinand that really through the entire world for a loop. However, Sadik knew that they were just using that as an excuse to blow things out of proportion. Because if he had ever seen shit the fan this was like an explosion of the stuff.
And, to honour his alliance with the Germans, he had gone to war with England, France and especially Russia. He would have given to see the Russian fall before he would kick the can. That was also another reason he had sided with the Central Powers because they were against Ivan or at least the Austro-Hungarian Empire was and although they had their rows in the past that was enough for him to sign the treaty.
The war progressed, Gallipoli became more of a massacre of ANZACs than a battle and the railroad Ludwig had helped him build was becoming a huge asset from keeping the Turk from capsizing. At least he was helping disperse the allied powers enough for the war to be drown out enough so that it could go either way.
However, Sadik could feel something in the east stir. It had been concocting for a while….this Arab Nationalism. At this rate things were becoming inevitable as if Sadik’s life was written on stone and this was just the next phase of suffering he’d have to endure before he succumbed to darkness.
Yes, depressing thought but a decline of nearly two centuries, give or take, did that to a man’s disposition. Although, one thing he was proud of was that he was still able to maintain most of his good humour when needed and he was starting to enjoy the smaller stuff in life that he had completely disregarded in the past.
But at the moment, those things had to be pushed aside because what was really occupying his mind were the damn British in Egypt, who were making his life increasingly difficult.
It was always the fucking British…Gallipoli and in Arabia.
Sadik would make sure that the man new his true might in both conflicts and especially in the one that was slowly stirring into something more than just an insignificant uprising. He would have liked it if it had occurred before the war so he had the time and the expenses (well, not so much the expenses but the time).
He had half a mind to go out to Egypt and set Arthur straight because he had gotten word that the nation had just arrived there but…he couldn’t quite leave Istanbul just yet not with all the chaos going on here. However, he was going to keep an eye on Arabia and make sure that his men were on their toes just in case something bigger was to break out.
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Post by England on Jan 28, 2013 0:51:58 GMT -5
The alliance had taken a while to build with the Arabs and even after it had been agreed upon they still needed to gain trust and co-operation. Arthur was still trying to work on making friends of the Arab leaders, several of his men were helping and he could help but rely on one man in particular. So far things were moving quietly and he hadn't seen any sign of the other Empire yet, that either ment the other nation didn't feel this was much of a threat or he was being pushed else where and this was just being put off to the side.
It was slow moving either way, Arthur took a seat in a hot sticky room, he could feel his dress shirt clinging to him as he shrugged out of his jacket. He still wasn't used to the heat and he didn't think he could get to used to it. A young officer handed him a glass of ice cold water, the cubes in clinging as he took a grateful swallow and closed his eyes.
Lawrence was sitting across from him detailing everything he was learning and what they could use. He was going through Bell's work and how she had detailed everything in the area. He was talking animatedly about it would be their key to success in this, with all the information they could possibly need. Arthur slowly perked up as he listened and took another swallow of his water.
"The railroad..." he commented off handedly and Lawrence picked up on the thought and ran with it. He was a good strategist. He had to give the young man that. Something about the way he got excited about learning about the Arabs and about gaining their trust. Arthur brought up that he'd be glad to give the suport of the Royal Navy when the time came and the man instantly lit up again, the other men in the room all agreed and joined in on the planning and it wasn't long before the small meeting was disbanded and Lawrence had set off to meet with someone else and share what they had discussed with the Arab leaders. Arthur debated joining him but he decided instead to take a walk, needing the fresh air as night started to set in. He still couldn't believe he was here, so close to the Ottoman Empire and it's downfall. He was hoping this uprising would be the final stake in the others' coffin.
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Post by Turkey on Mar 1, 2013 11:27:10 GMT -5
That piece of shit Englishman. It was obvious the Turk was livid especially since it had barely been a year since the damn landing in Gallipoli that he had to leave to deal with the governmental problems in Istanbul. Why were there governmental problems, well, for many reasons, but the main one being the British presences in Arabia. Sadik had not felt so high strung in a long time and he usually liked battle…but not this kind of battling.
That double faced son of a gun…
Arthur was a smart man, Sadik would admit that because the man was doing a fine job thinning his men and weakening his empire. His resources were slowly getting cut off and he was seeing less and less of the Germans. The construction of his railroad had been put on momentary pause as the battles in Europe became more heated. This almost made Sadik wonder if the money that was supposed to be put to the finishing of the railroad would still be there after the war…especially so if they lost.
Sadik didn’t dwell on that thought any longer than necessary as he made his way through the dessert. He had caught wind of the Brit’s position and he knew he could get to the man without being detected. He had also taken preventative measures and dressed himself in simple white Bedouin garb with a brown throw over much in the same way as King Faisal which, in the end, might have not been as secretive as he would have liked but he was neither a commoner and would show at least some of his status.
He would not crumble at the hands of the Brit. If he died, it would be at the hands of his own people or a mass cooperation between the westerners. Sadik made his way past several buildings having easily dodged the Arab encampment completely or else he would have faced a lot of unnecessary questions and perhaps discovery. It wouldn't due him any good if they knew he was a Turk and although his Arabic was not bad by any means there was still a hint of Turkish influence in the way he spoke.
As he made his way through the windy streets of the village he spotted the exact person he had been looking for, however, he honestly hadn’t thought it was going to be this easy to get to him. He almost wondered if Arthur had known Sadik was going to be making his way out here. But, that would have been impossible considering the distance away from the capital and that he had told no one not even his sultan.
Sadik involuntarily tensed, his fist clenching, as he watched the shorter male from a good distance, waiting, bidding his time when the man was far enough so that he wouldn’t have to worry about more Englishman coming to the rescue. He continued to tail the Brit and the more he followed, the angrier he got, how could the man be so relaxed (in comparison) and….that arrogant look was really the icing on the cake.
The tall Turk pushed away from the shadow, his robes billowing around him as he stormed over to the blond and took a firm hold of the neck of the Brit's shirt. Sadik's teeth were barred and intent to murder flashing across his eyes as he shifted his grasp so he was holding the man's shirt firmly.
“I should fucking kill you for the shit your causing in my empire!” Sadik hissed as he shook the man and not too gently. “Do you think this is a fucking game?!”
Of course he knew that the Brit didn’t think that but it was hard to think otherwise (and especially when one was only seeing red). “You stay out of my empires inner politics! You son of a bitch! Or I'll make sure you regret it!”
If he had wanted to show indifference to this situation...it was too late now.
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(( ....I'm sorry this took so long....
But here it is! Finally! So let me know if you need me to add anything or change anything....although I might have to change something but whatever. Hope this is good...after such a long wait. xD ))
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