[u][b]London, United Kingdom of Great Britain and Ireland[/b][/u]
	Prime Minister Watson Joseph read the newspaper about the revolution in Germany between Hitler and Wilhelm II. Their armies marched all over Germany to control the important cities and resources, like the Kiel Canal. The canal is currently under the control of Wilhelm II, but that could change at any moment as Hitler's forces are getting ready to attack. Berlin is controlled by Hitler and the main base of his army. Wilhelm II is located in Hanover for the moment as they are planning some sort of attack.

The Weimar Republic had been gone for four years since Hitler was sworn in as Chancellor and enacted the Enabling Act. However, the Imperials rose up to counter the fascist government. Either way, the aftermath would be disastrous for the British Empire. And with the fall of The United States, countries were becoming careless as they didn't have to worry about America anymore.

His focus on the newspaper changed as he heard a knock on the door. He put down the paper and said that the door was open. The Secretary of State for Foreign and Commonwealth Affairs opened the door and walked up to the Prime Minister. “Have you come a decision yet?” he burst out almost immediately before saying hello.

“Are you pressuring me?” Joseph asked.

“The King would like an answer as soon as possible. He's doesn't want to wait any longer.” the Secretary of State clarified.

The Prime Minister stood up and signed heavily as he went to the window nearby and looked at the busy street. Joseph didn't like being pushed or pressured to make any decisions. He'd rather look into the situation, but he had plenty of years to do that. And the answer to simple: Help Wilhelm II to rescue Germany and re-establish the German Empire. Even known the answer wasn't the one that he had hoped, he'd rather have them than Nazi Germany.

“Alright, I support the re-establishment of the German Empire by sending supplies and a couple divisions to Hanover.” he answered the question as he handed the secretary the piece of paper that gave approval.

The Secretary smiled as he grabbed the paper off of the Joseph's hands and walked away. He thanked him as he was walking away to give the paper to the King. 

Joseph sat back down on the desk and looked at the paperwork that he had to do for the day. Most of the paperwork was from the establishing relations with the new countries in America. The socialist countries were questionable as the country didn't have good relations with the USSR and China since the revolution in India. These countries could hate the country, but he knew that they still have to try to establish some sort of relations with them. The other countries were more likely to be good friends to the British Empire. Especially the Pacific States of America.

He wrote requests for an embassy and trade in each of the nations and sent them in the mail, where they are being sent to the governments of those countries.

[u][b]Cape Town, South Africa[/b][/u]
	“How are we doing with the supplies?” one of the soldiers asked as he was going over the paper works from the military. The order was to improve the navel base in the city for the fleet to stop for fueling or repairs while going around Africa. The fleet has gotten bigger since the First World War and the time to travel around Africa is still the same. So, the military began a series of building and updating naval bases around their colonies to help combat the depression.

“Most of the supplies arrived for the last drop off. The remaining supplies will be here before dawn.” another soldier said as he set down a box full of wires next to other boxes. He walked towards the soldier to wait for more orders. 

“Alright, we'll wait then. Until then, we are break.” the soldier said as he walked back to his commander's office. The commander, Christopher Porter, had just existed out of his office as the soldier approached him. Porter was fifty-six years, meaning that he was in the First World War. He doesn't like to share the stories of the front lines during his time in the war. The war turned him into a harsh, strict person.

“Sir.” the soldier saluted to Porter.

“How are the shipments?” Porter asked as he was locking up the door to his office. 

“They are fine, sir. Most of the required supplies were in the shipment. The remaining supplies will come in by dawn.” the soldier answered while he held on the paper. 

“Good.” the commander said as he walked towards the forlite saloon. He opened the door as the soldier followed him to the car. “What should I do then?” he asked.

“Why don't you do something else than bug me?” Porter suggested to the soldier as he got in the car and started it up. He left the naval base for some reason that was classified to discuss. The soldier walked away and headed to the other soldiers. They were playing blackjack as the soldier saw them nearby one of the docked ships. Some of the sailors had joined in the game. 

“Alright, gentlemen. It's time to show off your cards.” one of the sailors declared. 

All of the cards were shown off and only one was able to get twenty-one. Cameron Fletcher was the winner of the game as he grabbed some coins and a fresh bottle of rum. The other players were annoyed by the defeat and some left the table as they had nothing worth of value to deal in. Fletcher walked towards the soldier and offered his drink. The soldier smiled at the offer, but he turned it down.

“Whatever.” Fletcher said as he took a drink. He instead gave him some of the coins that he got from the game, but it wasn't worth much. 

“Thanks.” he thanked as he put the coins in his pocket before being dragged by him. They both had been in the army for a while and joined because their fathers were in the war and they wanted to honor their service. A lot of casualties happened during the war as the front line was horrible. After the war ended, tons of people were recruited into the military services. Since the Britain was still a colonial empire, most of them received their training and went to one of the colonies. Africa was a common place to send soldiers since unrest has been growing. 

Because of the India revolution, the government was worried that more colonies might attempt to rebel against them. That's why soldiers are being sent to the colonies rather than staying in their homeland. They want to protect their resources as long as they can. The guys walked to the military barracks, where other soldiers were as well. Most of them were resting after working in the heat for most of the day. Fletcher walked to his bed and sat on it as the soldier went to his bed next to Fletcher's. He was wiping the sweat off of his forehead as he finished up the rum. The soldier looked at the empty glass. He started to talk, “Are you ready for more lifting tomorrow?”

“It's the last shipment and lifting that we have done for a long time. I am ready to get it done.” Fletcher said as he lay down on the bed. The soldier decided to take a quick nap and told Fletcher, “Shout at me if something happens.”

“I will. Just get some shut-eye.” he said as he was looking at the coins that he won. The soldier quickly fell asleep.