Down With The Traitors, Up With The Stars

Chapter 13: Phase one

Location: New York, Confederate States

"Oh, Dixie Land ill take my stand I'll live and die in Dixie! Away! Away!"

The Anthem of the CU was heard with Recalled Marching Confederate troops with High Morale seen marching in the streets of New York with Crowds of Civilian Cheering on the men, with the Famous Silver Battalion, the Confederate Battalion that won the Battle Of Stalingrad and Toronto. The recalling of troops was unknown, the war was already won, but they didn't care, they haven't lost.

As the cheering goes on, a man in a trench coat can be seen walking past the crowd, with his head kept low as he tries to avoid as much intention as he can. He was followed by similar men in trench coats, all carrying large bags as a Man suddenly came up to the group.

"Hey! Friends! Wanna buy some slaves? I got real cheap ones, I got all types, Negros, Chinos, anything you want I got!" The man says as the man in the trench coat stares. "...We'll pass." He says as the men in trench coats continued to walk past. As the men in coats enter an empty bar, they sit down at the table as a bartender approaches them.

"What can I get you, folks?" The Bartender asks as the men look around. "...United we Stand." One of them says as there was a long pause before the Bartender says. "Divided we fall...follow me." She says as she leads the men into a basement where multiple escaped slaves were seen resting and sleeping as the men place the bags on a table.

"We managed to grab six M1 Garands, a few pistols, Winchesters, shotguns, revolvers." The man says, taking off the coat as the bartender nods. "I got word from our friends on the west coast, they're confirming an unknown force sunken the Pearl Harbor fleet," she says as the Men loom at her in confusion.

"It could be the British...or the Japanese, last I heard their fleets were intact." The man suggest as the bartender shook her head. "That ain't possible, the British and Japanese navy combined can't defeat the Confederacy Navy. We're coordinating with another resistance element across the country to start raiding the Bases, the recalling of troops gave us an opening to attack."

As she says that a knock was heard on the basement door and everyone freezes, she quickly hushes everyone turning off the lights as she approaches the Basement door and opens it to see two men in suits.

"Special High Police, may we talk ma'am?" The man asks as the Bartender nods nervously, closing the door behind her as they force her to sit down at a booth. "Ma'am, we're looking for four men who stole Military equipment from Fort Bayne. Have you seen anyone with bags in the area?" The man asks as the Bartender Shaked her head. "No sir."

She says as the Man looked at her intensely. "...why don't you show me that basement of yours." The man says as the Bartender started to sweat a bit as she nods, slowly standing up and approaching the door. She slowly placed her hand on the doorknob as the two men wait patiently.

All of a sudden the sound of something ripping through the air was heard as two large explosions were heard they all jumped from the distant explosions as the two men quickly rush out. The Bartender followed, confused as she rushes out to see smoke in the distance at the nearby Military HQ.

The Bartender looks around the sky, shocked and confused as another boom was heard, this time towards the CSS Robert E. Lee Aircraft Carrier as smoke rises into the air.

As she looks around, Three P-51 Mustangs flew over the Panicking New York, seemingly attempting to catch up to something as CSS National Guards who were marching along with the regular army started to Evacuate the Civilians to the subways.

"What the hell is going on!"

Location: Confederate White House, Richmond, VA

Multiple Advisors enter the President's office and the advisor quickly stops everyone talking.

"New York was Under Attack." the Advisor says as everyone in the room turns to him in shock with the President looking at him. "That's Impossible, The 2nd and 3rd Fleet In New York would have-" The Advisor cut off the President. "Sir...Half of the Home fleet are reporting fires onboard, and the CSS Lee and CSS Richmond have been sunked."

The President stares at the advisor with widen eyes. How, no force could have done that, the AAF Was wiped out...what could have done this.

The President thought as another advisor enters the room. "Sir...these are the pictures taken from the CU Troops that retreated from London." The President Grabs the file and opens it and freezes in shock. The first pictured show some...sort of Tank driving past destroyed Jefferson and Castler Tanks. He slowly checked the other picture to see An odd...aircraft in the sky, the aircraft Blurry suggesting it was going in fast speeds...

The President would slowly look at the Last Picture in shocked. Multiple Men were seen, wearing odd equipment and holding...odd weapons. Rushing past dead CU Troops towards the direction of the camera man with weapons raised. The President would squint his eyes at one of the Men's shoulder and froze.

Fifty Stars, Thirteen Stripes...

"...The Union."