Glory to Our Avalon: Part I



Glory to Our Avalon is a chapter in When the Cold Breeze Blows Away. In this chapter, Edward John Smith tells Su Ji-Hoon about how Avalon was founded by the 2,200 passengers and crew of the RMS Titanic whose lives were saved by Trixie Lulamoon and the Coalition of the Red Phoenix soldiers as part of Operation Nautical Salvation for the Infinity Project led by Nathan Bradford, Michael Dugan, Oscar Hidalgo, Trixie Lulamoon, António Guterres and Zhan Zhao in an effort to save humanity from extinction due to the Last Day.

He also tells the story of how New York City became Titanic City, and how Vietnam was the first country to officially recognize Avalon's independence, starting from the very first major event that was involved in New York City, the USRAC Invasion of New York City by the Beleninsk Pact during the USRAC War, all the way down to the foundation of the Republic of Avalon (which is also the same day when he met the Vault-Tec Rep in Goodneighbor with the Sole Survivor, Cogsworth and Dogmeat on his side).

Debuting Characters

 * Biel Ductavis
 * Frederick Fleet
 * Harold Bride
 * Jack Philips
 * John Jacob Astor IV
 * Molly Brown

Recurring Characters

 * Su Ji-Hoon

Returning Characters

 * Bao Zheng
 * BJ Blazkowicz
 * Cogsworth
 * Dogmeat
 * Dorothy Ann "D.A." Hudson
 * Dr. Kahl
 * Edward John Smith
 * Fergus Reid
 * Fiona Frizzle
 * Ford Pines
 * Grace Walker
 * Ieyasu Tokugawa
 * Jess Blazkowicz
 * Jimmy Neutron
 * Jyoti Kaur
 * Preston Garvey
 * Probst Wyatt III
 * Professor E. Gadd
 * Professor Utonium
 * Qiao Jian
 * Rusty Rivets
 * Sandy Cheeks
 * Set Roth
 * Sole Survivor
 * Soph Blazkowicz
 * Spike the Dragon
 * Trixie Lulamoon
 * Twilight Sparkle
 * Vault-Tec Rep
 * William Murdoch
 * Zhan Zhao

Mentioned Characters

 * Ayman al-Zawahiri
 * Barack Obama
 * BJ Blazkowicz
 * Donald Trump
 * George W. Bush
 * Hani Hanjour
 * Joe Biden
 * Marwan al-Shehhi
 * Michael Dugan
 * Osama bin Laden
 * SpongeBob SquarePants
 * Tomislav Vlahović
 * Victor Nevarez
 * Vladimir Putin
 * Walovlir Motovov
 * Xi Jinping
 * Ziad Jarrah

Transcript
JUNE 25th, 2042 -- ASTOR HOUSE, TITANIC CITY, AVALON (FORMERLY NEW YORK CITY, NEW YORK, USA)

IT WAS A SUNNY TUESDAY MORNING in Titanic City when I woke up from bed. I was in a military uniform (minus my jacket) when I was asleep inside a guest bedroom in Astor House. The national anthem of the Republic of Avalon, "Glory to Our Avalon," was playing instrumentally, and it sounded like the anthem of the now-defunct Estonian Soviet Socialist Republic, composed by Gustav Ernesaks.

"Good morning, Avalon!" said a radio host à la Good Morning, Vietnam. "Happy Tuesday! Now, it's time for some morning news."

We walked to a futuristic control room where Harold Bride and Jack Phillips are the heads of that place. They now have full control over MIM-104 Patriot systems in and around Titanic City and its metropolitan area.

Captain Smith and I looked at a plain navy blue banner with the coat of arms of the Republic of Avalon in it, similar to the emblem of the former Estonian Soviet Socialist Republic, except the star is white with a red line drawn in it, reflecting that it was a reference to the former White Star Line. The hammer and sickle is replaced by a crown to reflect that this country traced its origins from a old-timey British cruise ship, the RMS Titanic, of which the two banners replace the USSR state motto in both Estonian and Russian into "Glory to Our Avalon!" in English, French, Spanish, Irish and Dutch, the five official languages. The middle-bottom banner bears the words "Republic of Avalon" too. The coniferous branch is even replaced by a coral branch to reflect the RMS Titanic and her maiden voyage to New York which was thankfully turned into something special to save humanity from extinction due to a large-scaled biological/chemical/nuclear war.

"Annyeonghaseyo, Ji-Hoon!" exclaimed the unsinkable Molly Brown, socialist, philanthropist... and now a delegate for the Republic of Avalon. Even the ghoulified Fil-Am US Army soldier named Zeke Hernandez, the Ambassador of Vietnam to Avalon, Nguyễn Huy Khiêm, and some of my newly-reunited friends joined 'em.

We had a ten-course first-class dinner as same as what exactly had been when the RMS Titanic was about to sink after being hit by an iceberg soon, even though I ain't first class at all.

We had oysters à la russe, consommé olga, salmon with mousseline sauce and cucumber, sautéed chicken Lyonnaise, beef sirloin with chateau potatoes and fresh peas, roasted squab with cress, asparagus vinaigrette, pâté de foie gras, peaches in chartreuse jelly, chocolate and vanilla éclairs, and French vanilla ice cream. The same final meal as it was on the RMS Titanic before she struck an iceberg... or actually, before she was transported into a post-apocalyptic time I'm in now.

The only difference is that the pâté de foie gras is instead a combination of mushroom paste and a Pinoy-style liver spread of beef/pork/chicken liver and milk, and yeah, I know force-fed ducks and force-fed geese are too darn cruel to make that disgusting spread out of fatty liver.

On the other hand, alcoholic wine is replaced by cans of beer, soft drink and fruit juice, hence what High Captain Smith told me that fine dining has no meaning due to the Last Day. And I'm not a fan of alcoholic drinks either.

"Hey, you guys have done the impossible; fine dining still lives on even in the post-apocalyptic world I've already been now," I said.

"No, J.H.," said High Captain E.J. Smith, "Even though it seems to be like that, fine dining has left with no meaning due to a nuclear war. You know, there used to be seven billion of us all humans, until it was then reduced to over 2,200 passengers and crew, all three classes, especially the crew -- like me, unlike you. Didn't know you came from outside Titanic City or Avalon, but that's okay. I thought it was, then I was wrong. That's proof that humanity -- and even all other sapient species -- are all still alive beyond my homeland. Even my own planet. Oh, and colonizing the barren New York City with our ship and all the modern resources, even the resources that we all had, help us build Avalon, protecting ourselves from radiation, raiders, feral ghouls, mutants, and most of all -- if that's necessary -- y'know either Coalies, ducangers, or terrorists. Either way, these guys are a bunch of scum. Oh, and anti-Avalonists too. That evil ideology faded out yesterday."

"Damn. You guys know how to recreate all the menu items onboard the RMS Titanic, and you even distributed a lot of first class and second class food to the third class while sharing the first class menu to the second class and back. You even grew mushrooms since the first days after the Last Day took its toll."

"Yeah, just like the time when I was searching the abandoned subway downstairs."

"J.H.," spoke Prime Minister Andrews. "You know, this could've been such a sad reminder that the glory days of fancy dining had completely long gone, thanks to the apocalyptic war that changed everything forever. But hey, at least we can recreate it with some Red Phoenix knowledge and stuff."

"You're damn right babe," agreed the High Captain. "Guess we can try to do our best to show how awesome we Avalonians are."

APRIL 15th, 2042 -- NEW YORK BAY

Future High Captain Edward J. Smith told me a story about how the Republic of Avalon was created. First, he was up and getting dressed when the knock came at his door.

"Enter," he called out. In his place walked Chief Officer Henry Wilde.

"Sir, lookouts have just reported that they've sighted land."

"Land?! But we are still two days from New York. Are they sure, Officer Wilde?"

"As far as I can tell sir, they have reported spotting the coast about 15 minutes ago, along with seeing two pulsing lights off in the distance."

“This makes no sense. We should be no where near land. Even if we somehow altered course.”

“What about that strange light that Officer Murdoch reported last night?”

“The one he said that happened when we were about to strike a berg? We don’t know what that was or what happened to the berg or anything.”

JUNE 25th, 2042 -- NEW YORK CITY SUBWAY (FUTURE SITE OF TITANIC CITY METRO)

"Damn," I said.

JUNE 25th, 2042 -- DA'AT YICHUD ROOM, ASTOR HOUSE, TITANIC CITY

Thomas Andrews and his second wife Molly Brown look at a pair of 18-year-old twin sisters Soph and Jess (daughters of a Polish commoner who worked as a mental institution worker named Anya Oliwa who is still alive today), including a 34-year-old half-brother of theirs, BJ Blazkowicz Jr. (son of the late Marie Patterson, a world-famous Hollywood acctress), including their daddy, BJ Blazkowicz Sr., and his second wife Anya, whose original headless body was cremated into ashes and were stored inside the urn while his head is attached into a body of a bioengineered super soldier. He looks older now, yet he's still strong.

"Well, you're turning 19 soon ladies," said Andrews. "Oh, and how the hell's that time machine going? Is that all part of the Tibet Project?"

"Hell yes," said Soph. "I even powered myself some Krabby Patty-fed Fairy World fairies whose farts were mixed together with ghost energy from the Ghost Zone as Danny Fenton collected for me with some Da'at Yichud tech as part of some experiment since we captured it from an evil toy factory in Pyongyang."

"Well, crap. Where are we going?"

"364 years into the future."

"Well, I doubt I would be there since almost all humans can live up to a hundred years."

"Just wait and see."

The time machine opened as they saw what's gonna look like in the future. Hell, it's now May 21st, 2406. No more wars. That's what's gonna look like long after I'm gone. They would step into the machine and see what's going on there.

MAY 21st, 2406 -- ASTOR HOUSE, TITANIC CITY, AVALON

"Damn," said BJ. Can you look at it?

"That reminds you of Welthauptstadt Germania where what's left of the Kreisau Circle was hiding underneath the Monuments of Truth before moving to Eva's Hammer, isn't it?" said Molly Brown.

"Yeah," said Jess.

Just then, they saw the descendant of Thomas Andrews. Congressman Andrews. He looked up from his work at the clock on the wall. It was half past 4 in the afternoon. Nearly time to head home to his house on Lowe Street. The report on new settlement plans from the Colonial Office had kept his attention for most of the afternoon, but he was ready to call it a day. Just then, his telephone rang. It was his secretary.

JUNE 25th, 2042 -- AHCH-TO, UNKNOWN REGIONS

Alexander Pepper meanwhile was meditating in the tropical, largely-oceanic planet of Ahch-To, like what Aang was mediating on a lion turtle's gigantic shell. He needed some spiritual advise.

"Alex," Biel Ductavis' voice rang his ears loud and clear (and not in a near-deafening way).

APRIL 15th, 2042 -- NEW YORK CITY, NEW YORK, UNITED STATES

After about a half an hour, Lowe and his men reached the source of the inland road. Near a caved-in subway station which was used as a fallout shelter, it ended at a strange concrete structure jutting out of the ground, its walls slanting upward. It seemed to be about one story tall, and went back into the forest some distance. There were two large warehouse doors on the wall that faced the road, along with a smaller, human sized door. As Lowe and his men approached, a beam of light came out from above the door and scanned the officer up and down. Then a feminine voice spoke from seemingly out of nowhere.

JUNE 25th, 2042 -- EMPIRE STATE BUILDING, TITANIC CITY, AVALON

Well, that was weird. There, I also met Grace Walker and Norman Caldwell, or Super Spesh that everyone calls (now alive again by some Da'at Yichud tech).

"My High Captain, please let me present to you Mrs. Grace Walker and Mr. Norman Caldwell, AKA Super freakin' Spesh," I said. "Would you say hi to 'em?"

"Hi," High Captain Smith said nervously.

"Well, you should've made this so damn far right up the ass, gentlemen," said Walker, "And if some folks know what to expect, then let me tell you one thing."

TO BE CONTINUED...