Chapter I
VictortheMonarch
Victor the Crusader
This is of course an adaption of KitFisto1997's King of Kings, which was on Alternate History. Recently I've been going through some of my old google docs, and one of them (years old by this point) is this. So here I am, now publishing this here on SB I am rewriting alot of it, as my writing styles thus changed from what it once was. To think that at one point I pre-planned my stories... oh well, it does suck though, as at one point KitFisto1997 stopped writing the story after getting banned from AltHist and I can't find anything on any continuation anywhere, part of the reason I myself started rewriting it and was intending to publish it before I shelved it, only to rediscover it.
It's lit a fire rereading and rewriting it is somewhat fun. In other news I am still on a roadblock on my Mushoku Tensei stories next chapter, though I think I'll manage to get a chapter out by next week, if not at least ahead of my intended deadline. Till then gentlemen!
Majmuʻe-ye Saʻd-âbâd
Tehran, Imperial State of Iran
28th of April 1951 A.D.
"Your majesty, the nationalisation will proceed as planned. I've little intent of changing course. Let the English squawk all day, but the fact is that the Oil belongs to us, to Iran."
Christ, how had I gotten myself into this? Two months ago I had been blundering around aimlessly, only to get hit by a truck. I was somewhat drunk, and felt quite little as it slammed into me. Imagine my surprise to wake up not in a hospital in America, but instead as the leader long dead in an Islamic nation?
How quaint it is that I, a Christian man, have now been thrust into the body of a Imāmiyya Shīʿa man? Already it seems that I've butterflied something, as last month the Rawalpindi Coup happened, leading to Pakistan going red, something that has led to a growing buzz in the west, and caused panic here in Tehran.
It was a headache I've found myself with little love for, one that has given me near ending pain that wrecks my skull. I had thought my actions over, hoping for something that could tell me how best to approach the situation, but little came to mind. I had given up on attempting to figure out what went wrong, instead focusing on the main issue at hand, Mosaddegh.
The issue with Mosaddegh is what later caused the issues in Iran that spiraled into the Islamic Fundamentalist taking power, something I have hopes that I will be able to change much of that, all the while preventing the scourge of communism from taking it's place however…
"Currently, if we follow the plans we may be able to speed up the modernization of Iran, as long as we maintain our guidance. One of the ways I intend to do so is under the Land Reform Act in the Majālis, with…"
That is if I don't die of a headache, nor of boredom.
"Now Mr. Grady, It is a pleasure to meet you, please, have a seat."
The Ambassador to Iran was a man named Henry Grady, he was a obese, average height man who was quite old, his fifties I would assume. An old democrat from what I can assume.
"A pleasure to meet you as well, Your Majesty. Now you asked me to meet with you hear, at least from what I was told by the messenger you sent from your palace." he said, smiling somewhat awkwardly. I had told the messenger to request him to come with somewhat of haste, though it isn't quite so important.
"Well you see Mr. Grady, My government is in somewhat of a stand still. Some members wish cooperation with Anglo-American members of the Free world, such as myself, while others wish to be independent of such, such as my Prime Minister." I said, leaning on as I brought a cup of Coca-Cola to my mouth, a nice Import I've recently acquired in bulk.
"Recently members of the Majālis have started requesting the nationalisation of the Anglo-Iranian Oil Company, something I myself would wish to do." I said, offering a cup of Coca-Cola to Mr. Grady, something he took quite easily, though he was somewhat perturbed.
"Well then, your Majesty, that is something I myself can understand, as I do not support the current situation here in Iran between your government and that of the British. However I do not think it to be a wise one to take such a path. I mean no disrespect when I say this, however the U.S. government would not support you if it came to this." he said, taking a small sip of the refreshing drink.
"I know this, however members of the Majālis do not care. But I do, as I wish for our two nations to be great allies. For that I see only one way forward. If you can manage to get the backing of the U.S. government to aide in the mediation between both my government and the British government in resolving this issue without bloodshed, we can perhaps even discuss port access for the United States Military?" I said, as he smiled.
"Yes, perhaps I can discuss this with my superiors, though I make no promises."
Majmuʻe-ye Saʻd-âbâd
Tehran, Imperial State of Iran
28th of April 1951 A.D.
"We intend to WHAT?!"
Good lord is he loud.
Mosaddegh was most certainly struggling to keep his rage and suspicion down, as he looked over the planned negotiations that I had sent with the foreign minister to D.C. It wasn't perfect, but it somewhat gave me hope.
"I've sent Bagher Kazemi to Washington D.C. after my talks with the American Diplomat. He has been given a copy of the negotiations, and the intent is that he shall be able to bring this issue to a close." I said, my face betraying little of the worry I have here.
"But we need that oil. The Future of Iran requires it! If we do not even possess the resources of our own land we shall be held back by the western empires, or burned by the communist to our north!" he said as if I were mad, still skimming over the pile of papers I personally wrote in English and Persian.
"Yet we still need their protection as well. We can seize those fields, yet the Americans and British will abandon us to the Soviets, if they themselves don't coup us. This way we can manage the terms of which we take back the fields, without leaving our flank exposed to the Soviets. Or have you yet forgotten Pakistan?"
Pakistan was in turmoil, what men we have in Pakistan do nothing but send dark news of the land, as it seems to be heading towards civil war. Akbar Khan had much support in Rawalpindi, however General Mohammed Ayub seeks to overthrow the communist regime from his capital in Hyderabad.
"I've been told by the Ambassador Henry Grady that America finds the deal to be quite tempting, especially when I suggested they be given land for a port and base on Larak Island. This will also strengthen our defenses against the Soviets." I said, and before he could start I began again.
"And if the British refuse the deal then we still shall hold American backing and get to nationalize the fields quicker, and will be justified in closing off the Hormuz Strait to British ships." It took a moment for the wheels to start turning, but once they had they kept on turning.
"The Americans seem this as spat over the oil fields as just a case of Britannia needlessly investing in imperial adventures. The President of America is capable and at least somewhat intelligent, I am doubtful of him enjoying the idea of the whole middle east going red."
I smirked as Mosaddegh nodded.
"Fine, I shall give it my approval as well, but please Your Majesty, at least inform me of such decisions prior?" he said, rubbing his head as I nodded. "When shall these meetings take place?"
"A month from now, at the Kākh-e Golestān . President Truman has already agreed to come to the negotiations. Of course the British Foreign Minister, an Ernest Bevin has already been informed of the meeting, though has yet to send a response."
"Fine, tell our guests that I shall partake in the negotiations, will quite a large amount of reluctance. If it can keep Iran from falling into the hands of the Tudeh, I shall follow your lead."
Negotiations between America and Iran
A Reaffirmation of committed Cooperation between America and Iran, providing thus:
It's lit a fire rereading and rewriting it is somewhat fun. In other news I am still on a roadblock on my Mushoku Tensei stories next chapter, though I think I'll manage to get a chapter out by next week, if not at least ahead of my intended deadline. Till then gentlemen!
Majmuʻe-ye Saʻd-âbâd
Tehran, Imperial State of Iran
28th of April 1951 A.D.
"Your majesty, the nationalisation will proceed as planned. I've little intent of changing course. Let the English squawk all day, but the fact is that the Oil belongs to us, to Iran."
Christ, how had I gotten myself into this? Two months ago I had been blundering around aimlessly, only to get hit by a truck. I was somewhat drunk, and felt quite little as it slammed into me. Imagine my surprise to wake up not in a hospital in America, but instead as the leader long dead in an Islamic nation?
How quaint it is that I, a Christian man, have now been thrust into the body of a Imāmiyya Shīʿa man? Already it seems that I've butterflied something, as last month the Rawalpindi Coup happened, leading to Pakistan going red, something that has led to a growing buzz in the west, and caused panic here in Tehran.
It was a headache I've found myself with little love for, one that has given me near ending pain that wrecks my skull. I had thought my actions over, hoping for something that could tell me how best to approach the situation, but little came to mind. I had given up on attempting to figure out what went wrong, instead focusing on the main issue at hand, Mosaddegh.
The issue with Mosaddegh is what later caused the issues in Iran that spiraled into the Islamic Fundamentalist taking power, something I have hopes that I will be able to change much of that, all the while preventing the scourge of communism from taking it's place however…
"Currently, if we follow the plans we may be able to speed up the modernization of Iran, as long as we maintain our guidance. One of the ways I intend to do so is under the Land Reform Act in the Majālis, with…"
That is if I don't die of a headache, nor of boredom.
"Now Mr. Grady, It is a pleasure to meet you, please, have a seat."
The Ambassador to Iran was a man named Henry Grady, he was a obese, average height man who was quite old, his fifties I would assume. An old democrat from what I can assume.
"A pleasure to meet you as well, Your Majesty. Now you asked me to meet with you hear, at least from what I was told by the messenger you sent from your palace." he said, smiling somewhat awkwardly. I had told the messenger to request him to come with somewhat of haste, though it isn't quite so important.
"Well you see Mr. Grady, My government is in somewhat of a stand still. Some members wish cooperation with Anglo-American members of the Free world, such as myself, while others wish to be independent of such, such as my Prime Minister." I said, leaning on as I brought a cup of Coca-Cola to my mouth, a nice Import I've recently acquired in bulk.
"Recently members of the Majālis have started requesting the nationalisation of the Anglo-Iranian Oil Company, something I myself would wish to do." I said, offering a cup of Coca-Cola to Mr. Grady, something he took quite easily, though he was somewhat perturbed.
"Well then, your Majesty, that is something I myself can understand, as I do not support the current situation here in Iran between your government and that of the British. However I do not think it to be a wise one to take such a path. I mean no disrespect when I say this, however the U.S. government would not support you if it came to this." he said, taking a small sip of the refreshing drink.
"I know this, however members of the Majālis do not care. But I do, as I wish for our two nations to be great allies. For that I see only one way forward. If you can manage to get the backing of the U.S. government to aide in the mediation between both my government and the British government in resolving this issue without bloodshed, we can perhaps even discuss port access for the United States Military?" I said, as he smiled.
"Yes, perhaps I can discuss this with my superiors, though I make no promises."
Majmuʻe-ye Saʻd-âbâd
Tehran, Imperial State of Iran
28th of April 1951 A.D.
"We intend to WHAT?!"
Good lord is he loud.
Mosaddegh was most certainly struggling to keep his rage and suspicion down, as he looked over the planned negotiations that I had sent with the foreign minister to D.C. It wasn't perfect, but it somewhat gave me hope.
"I've sent Bagher Kazemi to Washington D.C. after my talks with the American Diplomat. He has been given a copy of the negotiations, and the intent is that he shall be able to bring this issue to a close." I said, my face betraying little of the worry I have here.
"But we need that oil. The Future of Iran requires it! If we do not even possess the resources of our own land we shall be held back by the western empires, or burned by the communist to our north!" he said as if I were mad, still skimming over the pile of papers I personally wrote in English and Persian.
"Yet we still need their protection as well. We can seize those fields, yet the Americans and British will abandon us to the Soviets, if they themselves don't coup us. This way we can manage the terms of which we take back the fields, without leaving our flank exposed to the Soviets. Or have you yet forgotten Pakistan?"
Pakistan was in turmoil, what men we have in Pakistan do nothing but send dark news of the land, as it seems to be heading towards civil war. Akbar Khan had much support in Rawalpindi, however General Mohammed Ayub seeks to overthrow the communist regime from his capital in Hyderabad.
"I've been told by the Ambassador Henry Grady that America finds the deal to be quite tempting, especially when I suggested they be given land for a port and base on Larak Island. This will also strengthen our defenses against the Soviets." I said, and before he could start I began again.
"And if the British refuse the deal then we still shall hold American backing and get to nationalize the fields quicker, and will be justified in closing off the Hormuz Strait to British ships." It took a moment for the wheels to start turning, but once they had they kept on turning.
"The Americans seem this as spat over the oil fields as just a case of Britannia needlessly investing in imperial adventures. The President of America is capable and at least somewhat intelligent, I am doubtful of him enjoying the idea of the whole middle east going red."
I smirked as Mosaddegh nodded.
"Fine, I shall give it my approval as well, but please Your Majesty, at least inform me of such decisions prior?" he said, rubbing his head as I nodded. "When shall these meetings take place?"
"A month from now, at the Kākh-e Golestān . President Truman has already agreed to come to the negotiations. Of course the British Foreign Minister, an Ernest Bevin has already been informed of the meeting, though has yet to send a response."
"Fine, tell our guests that I shall partake in the negotiations, will quite a large amount of reluctance. If it can keep Iran from falling into the hands of the Tudeh, I shall follow your lead."
Negotiations between America and Iran
A Reaffirmation of committed Cooperation between America and Iran, providing thus:
- American military personnel to station in Iran, with an average 'rent' given to Iran
- The Transfer of Larak Island to the U.S. for construction of a Overseas Military base
- A 0% tariff on all American goods into Iran from 1951 to 1970, with a chance to be renewed every five years after.
- Support in the Golestan Conference between the Imperial State and the United Kingdom
- American support in the modernization of Iran's state to bolster against increased Soviet interference