Haifa Docks
Next Morning
Captain Renato Montefiore was every bit the postcard picture of the "daring aviator". Born in 1898, he'd been fascinated with flight from an early age. His original dream had been to join the
Regia Aeronautica of Italy, but his family had moved to the Yishuv during one of the many European "war scares" that had stitched such tension across the continent. Their move had been prescient, for it was just a year later that Germany and Italy had their war, and the old Montefiore house had actually been damaged by an errant shell --fired by who, no one ever knew, as both sides blamed each other.
That had cemented the Montefiore family in the Yishuv, and cemented their loyalty to the community as well.
And so young Renato had pushed for a flying club to be formed among the Yishuv, and a "young aviation pioneers junior kite and glider club" had been formed at Mount Carmel. Funded partially by wealthy European dilettentes that lived in the Yishuv, the clubs got some funding from the Yishuv Council as well, since they saw the obvious benefit in a future aviation program for the Jewish community.
Renato had been among the first eager branch of cadets, taught by pilot instructors hired from England, France, Germany and Italy, many of whom were veterans of the various conflicts that had been fought. The Yishuv had purchased a number of Bristol Type 14 F.2B Mk II biplanes, tough, powerful aircraft that Renato favored; and as many Fokker E.III's, which he found less so. The machines had been part of various defense build-ups for a vast European war that was expected but never happened, and then hastily sold off as surplus before too much taxpayer outrage could be directed against the governments that had ordered the buildups.
The young Cadet Montefiore had proven to be an excellent pilot, and quickly rose in ranks to become Group Captain Montefiore, a squadron leader, and a well-respected, good-natured leader as well as a pilot. Wavy black hair, piercing brown eyes, a pencil-thin mustache and an athletic physique, Captain Montefiore took to wearing his leather flyer's coat and boots as much as possible, with his scarf prominently displayed and his leather flying helmet in a satchel-- ready to fly whenever the prospect presented itself.
Which was why he was so disappointed to find that he was
not flying to Portugal, not even as a passenger on a liner; but rather, going by ship.
Still, he had the opportunity to go, and so he took it, and he'd also had the opportunity to see his sister --and her two friends-- before going. His sister Yulia had graduated from the University in Rome, where she'd taken journalism, and she'd brought with her a friend her age (a very alluring friend, at that) who's father was the garrison commander at Tel-Aviv, giving Renato the hope that he might have a reason to find her again. He couldn't remember what she had studied, only that it was unusual.
The other woman had been in her forties, still attractive, but disturbingly predatory in her glances towards Renato. Her foot had found its way out of her shoe and up his leg during the dinner, much to the amusement of the young Miss Shaham.
Renato had been unable to peel Madame Sarfatti away from his side long enough to speak
sotto voce with Na'ama Shaham, but from her body language she hadn't been too interested in him beyond amused flirtation, anyway. Still, he figured he'd be in Tel-Aviv with his report on the autogyros soon enough, and that would put him in proximity to her father, who could, in turn, put him in proximity to her.
Meanwhile, he clutched his satchel, his coat draped over his shoulder and a young Arab boy handling his baggage cart for a few Egyptian Pounds in return. Caprain Montefiore did not know how long he was going to be in Portugal, so he took along a trunk and two bags, packing light from his perspective, and waited for the call to board the French liner that was to take him to Lisbon before making its way on to London and then back.
He also noted the dark, brooding presence of the German-built
Dresden-class Light Cruiser INS
Herzl, chuffing smoke serenly from its stacks, as it quietly waited for the liner to board and cast off. The two ships were going to travel together as far as Malta, at least, a security measure that the Yishuv Council insisted on now that there were not only war scares but Communist agitators to worry about.
The horns for boarding hooted across the harbor, and Renato went aboard, paid his boy to deliver his luggage to his cabin, and prepared for his journey. It would take just under a week to reach his destination, so he decided to take a tour of the ship and get to know it.
After all, who knew what lovely ladies might be aboard as well..?
Results:
Captain Renato Montefiore on his way to Portugal to be part of the autogyro project.
Yishuv Council is trying to provide escorts for ships with majority Yishuv passengers, mostly a feel-good measure.
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Yishuv Council
+ General Staff Meeting
"The German construction battalion has arrived and begun survey work," Defense Minister David Ben-Gurion said. "We have the blessing from the Sultan, who reserves the right for base inspections --to be expected. What we want, gentlemen, is for the Germans to be as interested in the security of the Med as we are. War has erupted in the Far East, and as much as we'd like to say that this has nothing to do with us, the truth is, it might.
"As we all know, the Suez Canal is close, very close, and on the other side of the Arabian penninsula are colonies of both the Dominion and Shepistan."
"But the Dominion and Shepistan aren't the combatants in the Far East," Ze'ev Jabotinsky pointed out.
"True," Ben-Gurion said, "But they are getting involved, with Communist agitation within their borders, seas closed to Communist shipping, and so on. I have been talking with the Prime Minister, and our Garrison commanders, and we fear one of two scenarios." He flipped back the cover of a large map, one with large arrows drawn on it. One set of arrows, labelled "attack plan alef", went up the Red Sea toward sthe Suez Canal; the other set of arrows, labeled "attack plan bet", had arrows crossing the Arabian penninsula towards the Suez Canal.
"Fairly obvious, gentlemen. The biggest strategic asset in the area is the Suez Canal. Secondary objectives would include the oil fields in the Sinai Peninsula, but they would merely be icing on the cake, as our American friends would say, after seizing the Canal.
"The two obvious routes of advance are over land and over sea. There are advantages and disadvantages to both."
"Excuse me, David," Arik Shaham asked. "What is the scenario here?"
"The scenario is-- anti-Communist forces, either Dominionite, Shepistani, or third parties allowed to use their colonies as staging areas, attempting to raid the Canal and damage it, maybe sink a ship in it to deny Soviet access to it." Colonel Shaham nodded, taking notes. He found it difficult to imagine the Dominion or Sheppos to be that crazy-- it would easily bring the Sultanate into war for certain, and probably several other Mediterranean countries as well.
"The overall notion would be," Ben-Gurion continued, "Would be to start a war, which would give either the Sheppos or the Dominites an excuse to stage a land grab across the Arabian Penninsula."
Well, I suppose that would make sense, Shaham had to agree. He could see that happening.
"The problem is, if either the Dominion or Shepistan staged enough troops in their respective colonies to carry out an overland strike, as seen here in 'plan bet', the other side will notice, assume it is a strike on themselves, and attack. The other option is 'plan alef', which would be a naval assault on the Canal up the Red Sea. The Dominion is ideally poised for such a strike. A naval strike has the advantage of being planned far away from prying eyes, and sprung as a surprise. No troop build-up to easily observe.
"The thing is this: a naval strike has the least probability for success, since this is precisely what the Sultanate Navy is expecting. It would be a suicide assault that might achieve temporary success in blocking the Canal, but the Sultanate will quickly clear out the Canal and declare war. The overland attack meets less resistance, especially with Sultanate supply lines stretched across miles of desert, but it will be noticed by their arch-enemies, and once the attack begins, the Sultan will have time to consolidate forces closer to Egyptian supply bases-- while the invaders will be stretched thin in pressing the attack."
"The thing that concerns us the most," the Prime Minister spoke up, "Is an overland assault. An invader will reach us before reaching Egypt proper. Therefore, we need to be ready to stand and defend the area with the Egyptian forces. One of the reasons the Sultan likes the aidea of a autonomous zone for the Yishuv is that we raise our own armies, see to our own development, and the Diwan does not have to devote much effort to running the area. That said, we need to be ready to pitch in and help fight in case anyone threatens the canal or the oilfields.
"So, in that light, I have authorized the purchase of new
Gewehr-98 rifles from the Germans, as well as MG-15 machineguns. We also have local businesses contracting to help the Germans build a base in Tel-Aviv, along the municipal borders with Yaffo."
"
Gewehr-98s?" Colonel Shaham asked, "Why not the pattern-1922 rifles offered by the Egyptians?"
"We don't want to get involved in the KMW-SMI dispute," Ben-Gurion said. "If we buy from one, we become targets of subterfuge from the other. But the Prime Minister is going to announce another major purchase, as well."
"Yes, David, thank you," Prime Minister Ben-Zvi said, "The Germans recently offered two
Scharnhorst-class cruisers for sale. Originally, I was not going to put in a bid. But with the eruption of the Far East War, I have decided to put in a purchase for them."
"Prime Minister--!" the Colonel said, stunned.
"Arik, I know," the Prime Minister said, "We can barely afford the ships we have. But we have one heavy battlecruiser, and one light cruiser, and two torpedo boats. When any one of these ships are down for maintenance, which happens a lot, it means that a quarter of our navy is out of the picture at any given time. We cannot field a credible deterrent nor are we much help to the Sultanate this way. We're going to move the
Herzl to Eilat, and one of the
Scharnhorst-class ships, when they get here, as well."
"That means a
major expansion of Eilat dock facilities," Colonel Shaham said.
"That means the construction of credible ones in the first place, really," David Ben-Gurion said. "When the new ships get here, they'll be part of the Mediterranean squadron while we get the docks built and the crews trained. We're thinking, after that, of sending them on a round-the-world tour --politics depending, of course-- to stir more Jews to realize that the Yishuv is a credible community that can protect them. They can either immigrate or send donations to help support our works here."
"And meanwhile, we'll build the docks in Eilat," Shaham said. "Very well, but we cannot support Eilat as an oblast. We need to connect Eilat to trade up here, and that means we need a road, or better yet, a railroad, linking the interior."
"We'll get one built," Ze'ev Jabotinsky assured. "It will take time, of course, but we will get an interior railroad built. Internal trade
and security depend on it."
"Speaking of internal security," Ben-Gurion said, "Arik, is your son ready to go to Ashkelon?"
"Yes, Minister," Arik said, "Most of the hard-core agitators have already left to form volunteer brigades, but there are still a number left that want to hear Trotsky speak."
"The word of this has gotten out," Prime-Minister Ben-Zvi said. "People from Europe and elsewhere are coming to see him. I support the Socialist cause, but we can't let people go crazy. I think if folks get stirred up and want to fight, we should encourage them to leave as well. Better than having them here, where they might think that they can best serve some cause through sabotage or something else."
"Especially if having a loud and vocal Communist enclave here means attracting the attention of rabidly anti-Communist forces elsewhere," Colonel Shaham said, pointing towards the map with the invasion routes on it. "And encourage something like this."
"Precisely," Ben-Zvi said. "We are sending a message to the Sultanate that we will have security in place, and your son as an agent to identify the major provocateurs for questioning."
"The Diwan will also have their army on alert as well," Ben-Gurion said. "We need to be cautious. The Dominionite battlecruiser
Williamsburg has asked permission for a port-of-call visit here, ostensibly to visit the holy sites. We have granted permission, after all there is no reason to deny them.. but we nee dot be careful, and ready in case someone provokes something related to Trotsky."
"Making our job even more difficult will be that we need to provide security for him," Shaham said. "The last thing we need in this situation is for someone to take a pot-shot at a major figure in the Communist movement."
"Between our security and the Sultanate, we'll have the area locked down tight," Ben-Gurion assured.
"Anything else?" Colonel Shaham asked. "We have a very full plate."
"Our Air Force representative is off to Portugal," Ben-Gurion said. "Captain Montefiore, in fact, boarded this morning. Once he returns, we'll see about upgrading our Air Force. If the autogyro and helicopter concepts seem promising, we'll invest in them."
"Are there plans to expand the Air Force any?" Colonel Shaham asked.
"We need to phase out the Fokker E.III's, eventually," Ben-Gurion said. "The Bristols are still quite useful multi-role aircraft, but the Fokkers need to be replaced at some point. But that is for the future. We're going to look into multi-role planes like the Fairey Flycatcher, for example-- things that can be used as floatplanes as well, for reconnaissance in the Mediterranean. But it will be awhile before we are looking into that. The Fokkers will do until then."
"Very well, then," the Colonel said.
"Any further concerns, Colonel?" Prime Minister Ben-Zvi asked, smiling.
"None, sir," Arik Shaham replied.
The following message was sent to the Sultanate:
To: Sheik Maryam Abdul-Ati
Liaison for Internal Affairs of Palestine-Yishuv Autonomous Region
From: Yishuv Governing Council, Tel-Aviv
The Sultanate of Egypt is officially notified that the Yishuv Governing Council is aware of the potential for trouble involved with the Leon Trotsky visit, and that we are taking all prudent security measures. However, the quiet alert of the Army of the Sultanate is welcome news. Yishuv agents will be present to identify any agitators, and Yishuv security will be on hand to maintain order.
A few weeks ago, this would not have been such an alarming situation. But now, with war in the Far East, and Communism's role in said war prominent, we too are taking this event with a great deal of concern. We are especially attentive to the life and well-being of Mister Trotsky himself, since it would clearly be a cause for alarm if he were harmed in any way.
The Yishuv, as always, stands grateful to the Sultan for his wise leadership and creation of the autonomous zone in which we live; and we seek to do what we can to secure the holy lands for our shared prosperity.
Results:
Major strategic meeting for Yishuv Council and military staff.
Yishuv has determined that any likely scenario involving them will be something to do with the Suez Canal.
Leaders agree that the most likely means to disrupt Canal will be either by sea or by overland route.
Yishuv will prepare to aid Sultanate in both scenarios, but overland invasion is more the Yishuv's concern.
New infantry weapons will be purchased; new ships will be purchased.
Eventually, Air Force will be upgraded as well.
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Tel-Aviv, that evening
The Manhattan Club
"Since when are you all political?" Tammy asked, already slurring her words. Next to her, Sarah Goldblum frowned, both concerned and embarrassed by her friend's drunkenness. Andy Gardener wasn't her usual cheerful self, mooning over Emil, who'd left for Berlin just a few days before. She'd received a letter saying he'd have to remain in Berlin for at least two weeks, but that on the other hand, it looked promising that he'd be sent back to the Yishuv to oversee operations.
"I'm not 'all political'," Benny said with a smile, "I'm just curious. Everyone's all stirred up about 'commies this' and 'commies that'; I just wanna hear what the guy has to say."
"Well, it's all nonsense," Sarah Goldblum said. "All this rot about international revolution. If they gave damn about the workers, like they claim to, then they'd turn all this energy to make jobs for them, or something."
"There, see?" Benny said with a wave towards Sarah, "I'm interested in hearing the argument, is all."
"Well, I can give you the argument," Sarah said with a dismissive wave. "You've got a bunch of frustrated workers who want to use their employers as a bank, that's what it is. Except instead of money, they want to withdraw, I don't know, couches to lounge on for tea every hour, or something, and they want the business to pay them if they miss a day because they got the sniffles."
"Come on, doll," Benny said, "It'll be fun. It'll be interesting. The guy's a big cheese in the Communist movement."
"Ohh, I dunno," Tammy said, "It sounds all dreary. The Commy-nists are the ones stirrin' up all that trouble out in China somewheres, in't they?"
"They started a war with Manchuria," Sarah said.
"But that's not what this is about," Benny said. "They want to talk about worker's rights and people being exploited. I'm not sayin' I believe it, I'm just sayin' it's interesting."
"Honey, you wanna go listen to some guy speechify, you go for it," Tammy said, "I'll stay right here. Lemmee know when yer done, okay?"
"I'll go," Andy said.
"Say what?" Tammy asked.
Andy held up the flyer that Emil gave her before he went to Berlin. "It's this guy, Leon Trotsky, right?" She ignored Tammy's giggle at the name. She'd already described Benney's interest in the rally as "a bad case of the Trotskies".
"Yeah, that's the guy," Benny said. "You mean it? Ya wanna go?"
"I got nothin' here," Andy said, "It'll be a couple weeks 'fore Emil gets back from Berlin, so why not? I gots time to kill."
"Ya mind?" Benny asked Tammy. The two had been sort of "an item" since becoming snugglepups and a petting party the week before, but the relationship was like a yo-yo: close in hand at one minute, at the end of its rope the next.
Tammy waved her hand dismissively. "I don't care," she said, "Do whatcha want, but if you touch her, you'll answer to me an' Emil both."
"Benny's a gentleman," Andy said quickly before Benny had a chance to reply. "Right Benny?"
"Not one little hair on her head will be out of place," Benny said. "We'll go this weekend, then, and be back that night, okay?"
"Sounds good," Andy said, feeling a little surprised. Sarah rolled her eyes, and Tammy ordered another drink, and the evening continued.
Results:
Benny Wilensky curious about the Communist rally, wants to go.
Andy Gardener also curious, makes arrangements to go with Benny to see Leon Trotsky.
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