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[General Kirkov]

I decided to write some fan fiction for the up comming mod, it's the first chapter and I will write more if it's well received. I also endulged myself a bit, you'll see.

Red Storm
A story revolving loosely around the ROTR storyline
Chapter 1

Shit, the sergeant said. Another private was fed to the Russian bear, walked strait into a trip flair and got gunned down by about 20 or so rifles. All because he had to go pee! Well he did warn the company of the Russian presence in the "Secured Area" but probably woke them up too. An airstrike called in to the yanks then put most of them back to sleep. Sergeant Michaels was tired of it but was used to seeing plugs (new troops used to plug the gaps in the regiment) and even senior troops die for the most stupid reasons.

Those bloody Russians or were they Soviets again? Nobody could really make up their mind on that, had decided that Europe seemed under defended and was ripe for the taking. So Michaels had to go up and bring Wilks or was it Taylor's tags up to the Coy HQ. As with most Canadian troops and probably most others when a war breaks out they ask are we there yet? But when they get there it’s not what they’d imagined at all. So he was now in France; they held out a bit longer this time around (mostly because the Germans put up one hell of a last stand) so that North American and British troops could land on the beaches without getting torn to shit by machine guns.

Normally a platoon is composed of 30-35 troops part of a company of 3 platoons. Michaels got the job of running a platoon of 22, well, now 21 men. It was a joke; this was the reserve platoon to reinforce the company if something went to hell they usually guarded the HQ. However, they kept getting ambushed and received no reinforcements! Hell he said to himself we don’t even have an officer not even a measly 2lt.

As he walked in to the tent carrying his C7a5 essentially a 5th generation CF assault rifle, it wasn't too bad either, just a tad out dated. He didn't salute, he hated Capt. Walker, what he hated more was when he smiled at him.

******

“"We lost how many men?" Yelled Major Grishin. "Captain if I were you I would stop sending our men to die at the hands of NATO airmen and concentrate on their supply lines instead!" "We were comrade major, but one of those accursed Canadian patrols set off a flair set up by our engineers last month!"”Kirkov yelled back. "Their command center was but within 15 meters of our mortars . One of our eager checkist friends supposed to supervise us got jumpy and killed a worthless private! Then the whole force opened up on nothing but trees and they called in an airstrike." He concluded. This major had no field experience and was expecting miracles! "I know" replied the major, he came back and was foolish enough to lie." Grishin gestured to the rear of the room where 1st Lieutenant Vasily Konotov of the 3rd Motor Rifle regiment lay with half a head, obviously where the major had decided to vent his frustrasion. Captain Nikolai Kirkov was happy Konotov had arrived first.

It won't only be about Canadians and Russians I just wanted to wave the flag a bit, the chapters will be relativaly short, so If this goes well I will continue. \\

Edited by Capt. Kirkov, 13 September 2007 - 21:27.

[Comr4de]

I'm glad people are taking a liking to the ROTR storyline

Even thought you mentioned you are loosely basing it on our storyline, do you mean the one on our site or the older storyline from 1.0? As a note, our Russia is not communist but we'd still refer to them as the Reds simply because the name stuck or something, in any case it's looking great so far

[Dr HaxX]

Enjoyable read. Good job Kirkov! Looking foward to more.

[General Kirkov]

Comr4de, on 14 Sep 2007, 14:01, said:

Even thought you mentioned you are loosely basing it on our storyline, do you mean the one on our site or the older storyline from 1.0? As a note, our Russia is not communist but we'd still refer to them as the Reds simply because the name stuck or something, in any case it's looking great so far

Well lets say as I mentioned in the first chapter nobody knows how it's working politicaly in Russia, also it's uh... Very loosely based on the mod storyline .

[General Kirkov]

Chapter 2

“They give us these pretty new F-35 interceptors and all they ask us is for air strikes.” Capt. Charles T. Jackson US navy whined to his flight leader as they were touching down on the USS enterprise. The US navy, in fact all the allied naval forces got a rude awakening when some sort of new Russian sub was able to sink massive amounts of merchant ships. They even managed to sink the escorts, which were meant to be ASW (anti-submarine warfare) vessels without a moments notice and were not even detected! “All I want to do is splash a few migs or even one of those new Berkuts everyone is talking about”. “Fuc**** A” replied Major Williams, little did they know that moment was fast approaching but not in the way they would have liked.

******

Michaels was right, Walker had given him a “nice” assignment. His mission was to draw out a Russian Motor Rifle regiment mostly the BMPs so that Americans could bomb the crap out of the armoured part of the unit. After that his 19 men, (2 more had died in the past few days including a Master Corporal!) were supposed to harass the infantry until his battalion 3rd RCR would loop around and hopefully destroy or capture the remaining Ruskies. He knew a suicide mission when he saw one.


******

“Another God damned air strike!” howled Jackson, “I swear to God if I don’t see a plane with a pretty red star on its tail fin soon I’m resigning my commission.” “Calm down Charlie, this is an important one, we are going to wipe out one of their armoured divisions so the infantry can go and play in the mud with Ivan” chuckled Williams.

******

The attack began at dawn Sgt. Michaels and 4 platoon, as they were now designated were issued several ERYX anti tank missile launchers and loads of ammo. He figured they would last about 10 to 15 minutes.

He waited until the exact minute and started peppering the enemy with a constant stream of fire from his light and heavy machine guns. This of course was not a recommended tactic but what the hell, it wouldn’t matter anyways. Surprisingly Captain Walker’s plan worked, nobody said he was stupid. The Russians pulled the infantry and sent out the BMPs. Michaels let them meet his ERYXs.

******

Williams got the go signal and his flight (5 fighters) took off, in fact the entire carrier was devoid of “ready to go fighters” they wanted to teach Ivan a lesson. They reached their target location and emptied their entire ordnance on the poor Russian bastards who out in the open. They even replaced the Air-Air rockets with more bombs so that they could annihilate the entire regiment. It hardly seemed fair to him but that was war wasn’t it?

******

Capt. Nikolai Kirkov of the Red Army watched his regiment get decimated by NATO forces. He was here as a spotter so that he could call in the Berkuts and the Frogfoots first to take out those pesky enemy fighter planes and second to guide the SU-39s on the enemy infantry positions. Perhaps major Grishin was a ruthless bastard but the plan was working, so far, one could only hope that the other elements would fall into place.

Edited by Capt. Kirkov, 15 September 2007 - 02:07.

[amazin]

my only complaint is that you should use quotation marks and commas

[General Kirkov]

Dachamp, on 14 Sep 2007, 22:46, said:

my only complaint is that you should use quotation marks and commas

Noted, I do use quotation marks for the conversations, but I will add more commas as I revise my final drafts. Other wise is it interesting enough?

[General Kirkov]

Revision complete. As usual I want critiques suggestion ETC.. I'm moving out of the "European Theater" gradually of course, so stay tuned!

Chapter 3

It all happened at once, the fighters were turning back for home and out of nowhere 5 of them were blotted from sky. Jackson effectuated a number of manoeuvres that would have made his instructors at Miramar "The Top Gun" school proud. 3 of which had just been shot down by the Russians. He managed to see a Berkut screech by him as he levelled out. He went to select his Sidewinders but realised that the ordies put bombs where the rockets should have been. “Shit”, “Alright, you commie son of a bitch how do like my 25mm cannon?” He missed by a mile but the Russian got the message. Both forces having exhausted all their ordnance, the Americans on the ground troops and the Russians on wiping out 95% of the Enterprise’s air capability. A WWII style dogfight broke out, only at near supersonic speed. Not to mention there were 6 F-35s and 82 Berkuts, the SU-39s were already on the way home.

******

On the Enterprise reports were just getting back to the CIC, “It was just supposed to be a hit and run op!” Commodore Franks said in bewilderment. “Their Air force was supposed to be tied up with the Brits in Sweden…”

******

On board the Тихая Смерти, literally quiet death in Russian, Captain Vladimir Romonov smiled as his sub was approaching the Enterprise battle group. He was in charge of the newest and finest submarine to come out of the Murmansk shipyards, with three more on the way. It was incredible; it was so quiet they had to add noise generators to warn fish and whales away! They were switched off at the moment. Even more incredible was that it was so large it accommodated a crew of 500. She had a full complement of surface to air missiles that could be fired independently from the 8 torpedo tubes! It had an impressive computer system that allowed him to assign 1 or more torpedoes to a ship and dart away. He turned on the speaker phone: “Comrades today we are going to cripple once and for all the allied navy! We shall target our warheads at their Ageis cruisers so that our comrades in bomber command can destroy the Enterprise! This will prevent them from continuing their sea based air operations once and for all!”


******

Capt. Jackson had nailed two of the Berkuts! Well technically only one, the one he shot up had crashed in his buddy who was picking on his friend Lt. Miers. Apparently, the Russians had enough, they had reduced the original Enterprise wing of 120 to 6 and then to 3. However, the Russians had gotten over confident and lost 10 fighters to the somewhat inferior F-35s. And they had all the Air to Air rockets too! “Ahh poor Ivan has to go home to his mommy, he scraped his wittle knee” Jackson said over the radio net, he should have held his tongue.


******

“WHAT THE HELL!” Screamed Franks has he saw all 4 of his Aegis cruisers literally disintegrate in several explosions. “Fu** must be that Goddamn Super-Kilo (that’s what the allies were dubbing it, the Kilo was one of the Russians quietest subs.)” The Next thing he saw was not that much better.

“Vampires, Vampires, Vampires!” Yelled the kid on the radar, “My god, almost 300 SUNBURN Russian anti-ship missiles are on the way!” “Well shit” Franks said, “I guess over kill doesn’t exist in their vocabulary”. There were only 3 other ships left in the battle group, maybe only 20 missiles would get intercepted, 10 confused by the chaff and jamming. With about 75 missiles per ship, maybe more for the Enterprise the Commodore issued the abandon ship order. Not that it would have made much of a difference.

Edited by Capt. Kirkov, 19 September 2007 - 13:35.

[Soul]

Liken the story, especially since you've included the CF .

Keep em coming please.

[General Kirkov]

Soul, on 17 Sep 2007, 15:56, said:

Liken the story, especially since you've included the CF .

Keep em coming please.

Chapter 4 is being revised and should be up tomorow night!

[Comr4de]

Now that's pretty sweet. o_o

Great work, I can see that you're getting into it by looking at the wording and the dialogue is believable Keep 'em coming!

[General Kirkov]

Ok, here is chapter 4, as usual comments suggestions and general flatery are quite welcome!

Chapter 4

Jackson and the 3 remaining F-35s were all shot up and had just enough fuel for landing on the Enterprise. “My God” Whispered 2lt Allens, whom had gotten 1 Berkut, and loads of ground troops but that didn’t matter after the lickin’ they received. The entire Battle Group was nothing more than an oil slick. So Jackson, Allens and Miers had to eject. “I hope to God someone finds us” said Jackson. It wasn’t exactly whom they had in mind.

******

The Тихая Смерти was surfacing to assess the damage and rescue any survivors of the attack, (that was the law of the sea), besides POWs made for good intel. Unfortunately, Capt. Romonov saw none and was about to re-submerge and return for supplies and ammunition. Then he saw the three white parachutes “Ебать Ваш Мать!” Said his XO Commander Sonin. It was a rather foul curse. This was their lucky day! They had captured NATO airmen; however, their mood may be an unpleasant one given the circumstances.

The Sailors lined up on the deck with AK-220s (model 2020). “Welcome to Boat” Said Romonov in his fragmented English. “Go F*** yourself” Replied Allens. A numerous redying or “cocking” of AKs made him change his demeanor. “You will find that our boat is warmer than ocean yes? We invite you to stay with us until we reach Russia” Romonov restated. “We humbly accept your invitation Captain” said Jackson while giving a scornful look to Allens. “We have locked them in the officer’s dinning room, as ordered” said a young officer. “We also gave them cigarettes and two bottles of vodka”. He said crestfallen. “Perhaps, they will say something interesting before we make port” Said Sorin. "And do not worry Dimitry, there will be much vodka when we get home!"

*******

“Well shit” Said General Thorn, “we let the Ruskies, take Europe, and they annihilated our Atlantic fleet. All because you guys wanted to ‘save’ my troops for later, when we could have gone in and taken out their bomber bases”. “WE COULD HAVE SAVED THOUSANDS OF ALLIED TROOPS!” Screamed Thorn. The Chief of the General staff of the NATO alliance, Currently a German, “We have explained this to you, time and time again. If we attack their strategic bomber fields they might think we are attacking their nuclear assets and they would launch their ICBMs”. "It would have been a waste of man power, the Russians won that campain when Germany was overrun" Replied a Brit General.“Well at least they are tied up in Africa and India” conceded Thorn. “We have plans for your troops there Herr General, your assault Humvee may be especially useful there”…

*******

“Kirkov! Get in here now!” Colonel Grishin demanded, his plan earned him a promotion, even if it killed off 724 men and 29 BMP3s. “What is it Comrade Colonel?” Major Kirkov inquired ‘well at least I got promoted too’ he said to himself. “You are going to Africa, to go straiten out our forces over there. You have a carte blanche to do what is required.” “Dismissed”, the Major came to attention gave a smart salute and went off. ‘Maybe I’ll get to hunt some lions’...

Edited by Capt. Kirkov, 22 September 2007 - 01:00.

[General Kirkov]

Chapter 5

“Wake up you lazy dog!” Kirkov yelled at a sleeping Lt. “What’s all this ruckus? Exclaimed Major general Vasilly Koniev of the 4th Motor Rifle Regiment, Africa Corps. “This ruckus is me. I am here to find out, why such a fine regiment as yours ‘glancing at the half awake lieutenant’ has managed to sustain so many casualties against a ill equipped barbarian army!” Kirkov said calmly, which was never a good thing. “You have the best equipment, the finest airmen; presumably the best troops and you are still stuck in this pathetic Дерьмо Отверстие of a country!” Kirkov was getting angry now. “You cannot talk to me like that Major!” Koniev sneered. “Of that you are correct comrade General” Kirkov pulled out his service pistol (the new 14mm being issued to field officers) and shot the general on the spot. “Now I don’t have to talk to you” he said with a small smile on his face, as the general bled to death.

******

Thorn and his spec ops division landed in South Africa, where the remaining NATO troops were assembling. His Assault Humvees were the subject of much talk and gossip among the other armies including some of the other US generals. “Ok here is the order of battle” the German general was saying. “Since Germany and France lost a large portion of our man power, we shall combine the two and form the 3rd battle group”. He said so rather reluctantly. “Since the Canadians and the British lost numerous regiments you are going to get partnered up and become the 2nd”. “Finally the US will form the 1st battle group with fighter support from the South African government.

******

“Comrades we are going to around this shitty little country and move on the allies from Tanzania and strike at their supply depots.” Colonel Kirkov (he was promoted on the spot by a scared brigadier general).

******

Kaleh heard it first, an intense noise, something he had never heard before... Now the ground was shaking and finally they saw it. A massive column of armoured vehicles, tanks and helicopters!

“Akhmed! Akhmed! The Russians are coming!” Kaleh said frantically. “Nonsense, they are still tied up in…” He never finished his sentence the whole area was under attack. 5 minutes after the Kaleh heard the first engine noise the whole GLA band had been obliviated.

******

“Thorn the first thing we’d like your chaps to do for us is to clear those pesky GLA buggers out of Tanzania” The Brit was telling him, he couldn’t remember his name, he was wondering what the Russians were up to...

Edited by Capt. Kirkov, 22 September 2007 - 14:55.

[Comr4de]

Looking great Kirkov, keep them coming

[General Kirkov]

Ok, Here's chapter six with a tactical map of Africa so you guys can situate yourselves.


Chapter 6


“Finally! Commander Casparov, show those Americans that their pathetic little Humvees are no match for our Kodiak tanks!” Kirkov ordered. “Gladly comrade colonel”, “Gunners, targets are at 1,500 meters, load heat rounds”, “tank commanders you have weapons free.”

Thorn saw the Russians at the same time they spotted him. “Alright let’s show those Ruskies our pretty new rockets!” So a first salvo was exchanged, 4 Kodiaks were taken out versus 12 Humvees. “Gawd dangnit, we were supposed to be able to survive a first salvo!” Thorn yelled in frustration. “Guys we need to manoeuvre a bit more, I know those tanks won’t be able to.” Thorn said

“Что ебать!” Yelled Kirkov. “Casparov, we have under estimated the Americans, do not remain static, their missiles are too strong.” We must hold them here until the sentinels arrive” “Da, comrade colonel!” “Perhaps we shall finish them off long before that.” Casparov mused. “If you do, there will be a medal and a promotion in it for you!” Kirkov promised. ‘maybe one for myself too’.


******


In Angola, the 2nd battle group (Canada + England) were about to have a similar encounter. Leftenant General Lord Halstead of Lancaster thought he was moving too quickly, “Don’t you think it’s odd that the Russians haven’t done anything yet” he said to Major General Duchenault CEF (Canadian Expeditionary Force). With about 22,000 light and mechanized infantry between the two and 450 Leopard 4A6s and Bastion MBTs (main battle tanks), they were confident. Russia was having trouble with the locals weren’t they? The truth is, there weren’t anymore locals.

Brigadier Kruschev had seen them coming for the last 5 minutes, (his recce helicopters had spotted them a while back). He was moving forward but pulled back to set up a last minute ambush. “Zhukarin! I have a mission for you.”

Colonel Zhukarin, commander of the 1st Motor Rifle Regiment (Africa Corps), 7th Armoured Division and 3rd Aviation wing was the ambush. It was allot for a colonel, but if he pulled this off he was certain he’d get a promotion! Maybe even a nice Dacha outside of Moscow....


*****


Brigadier Karl Wolfe, commander of the 3rd battle group (France, Germany and an American armoured division (The 10th Cavalry) was advancing through Zambia and The Democratic Republic of Congo. Currently he was in a conference with his subordinates. Colonel Jean-Pierre Lafontaine and Lieutenant Colonel Mike Rochester were discussing how best coordinate their troops. The 10th cavalry was comprised of 85 LAV 25s recce vehicles, 15 Grizzly MBTs and 20 attack helicopters. While the Germans had about 10,000 light infantry and 150 mechanized troops left. They had sacrificed the majority of their armour in Europe which was a total failure. The French had conserved about 3,000 light infantry and exactly 32 Lafayette MBTs.

Maj. General Savonich was stationed in the Central African Republic. His orders were to hold the line. Should the enemy rear its ugly head he was to engage and pursue, once they started running from the mighty Russian army he would crush them! He had a large amount of dismounted infantry, over 150,000! Most of them were dug in. He also had 35 new Sentinel tanks and a division of Kodiaks, (150). He also had 230 BMP3s to load the infantry when they routed the enemy, plus an airbase with a full compliment of Berkuts and Su-39s...

Edited by Capt. Kirkov, 20 September 2007 - 21:06.

[General Kirkov]

The long awaited Chapter 7 is here, read it or... don't but if you are here it's probably to read it. As usual comments, suggestions and Death Threats are welcome so post away!

Chapter 7


Colonel Zhukarin was finally ready. “Company commanders ready your men!” “Get me the airmen.” He ordered the communications corporal. “Major Kraschkov here.” “Major I want you to implement our plan.” “As you wish comrade colonel.” ‘It was really Krashkov’s plan, but he had no intention of getting a reprimand’. Krashkov ordered his helicopter squadron into the air and headed towards the 2nd Battle Group. “Comrades, they will have AA defences, so be mindful” Krashkov said. “Let’s fire our long range rockets and leave.”

Corporal Laroche saw them first. “Sir we have enemy choppers inbound”. “Finally, now let’s mop up these buggers and be done with it!” General Halstead ordered. The rockets came in and took out ten tanks and 15 APCs and left. “Cowards! If that’s the best you can do then you Russians are overrated!” Gen. Duchenault added. The next wave was the BMPs and the infantry. This was a probe attack; they tested the enemy strength and analyzed their reaction. They in turn dealt serious damage to the Canadian and British “Mud Pounders” (Infantry). They also pulled back. “I’m getting weary of these Guerrilla tactics” Halstead pronounced. “They must be seriously undermanned to resort to this these tactics.” “Run those cowards down Colonel Phare!” (Phare a Canadian, was in charge of the Armoured corps in the BG.” Ordered Duchenault.“With pleasure sir!” So, the charging tanks ran strait into an ambush.

******

General Thorn was not in the best of moods. His entire division had just been annihilated and he was a POW along with a few NCOs and a captain. “Hello General, welcome to my compound” Colonel Kirkov said, almost smugly. “You speak pretty good English for a Russian.” Thorn replied. “Your assault Humvees gave quite a shock to my armoured commander”. Kirkov added. “Well now he is a General with a citation and a pretty medal, because of my plan.” “And you are still a Colonel eh?” Thorn said as if talking to a child. Kirkov dismissed it with a wave of his hand. “All good things come in time” Kirkov replied. “Comrade Colonel, we just received a dispatch from Moscow!” The Sergeant held up an envelope. “It appears my work has not gone unnoticed” Kirkov held up a Major Generals rank and a Hero of The Russian Federation medal. It was the same as a Hero of The Soviet Union, only the Red Star was absent. ‘Well it appears Grishin has moved up as well....’

******

Back in Congo Colonel Phare was encountering resistance. Several Kodiak tanks had lurched out of nowhere and dealt a mighty blow against his tanks. He did however, manage to deal with that Motor Rifle Regiment. “This is Phare we need air support from South Africa, we are having....” His Leopard had just received a direct hit to his turret, the whole crew was dead and the Brits were retreating. His 2iC was enraged, not at the Brits, but at the Russians. He ordered an all out attack on the Kodiaks and managed to take out 97% of their Division, the others were retreating. “How did you like that you Russian sons of Bitches?” He did lose 150 Leopards in the process. That brought 2nd BG down to 230 MBTs 90 of them were British Bastion tanks. But now Kruschev’s, position looked fragile at best.

Zhukarin was panicking now, Kruschev was breathing down his neck threatening to shoot him. “We did manage to destroy a good portion of their armour, except for the retreating group...” Zhukarin offered. “Yes we did... BUT WE LOST ALL OF OURS AND ALL OF OUR Motor Rifle Regiment as well!” Kruschev was losing it Zhukarin noted, that Kirkov now a flag officer, might just pay them a visit...

“This is Lt. Col. Denault, we are holding at the former Russian position, please advise.” “We are sending the rest of 2nd BG to your position good work Colonel Denault!” Halstead replied. ‘What a terrible way to get promoted he pondered’.

Edited by Capt. Kirkov, 22 September 2007 - 01:13.

[Comr4de]

As always it looks great

Just dont give up on the writing its good and needs to be noticed more

[AZZKIKR]

maybe u can add: in the midst of battle, the americans saw a TU-160. they heard of it's deadly payload, the FOAB, known to level bases to the ground. "We gotta get outta here!" shouts a soldier. they flee but some stay for their doom. the bomb bay doors of the TU-160 open slowly, releasing the FOAB. it floats down to Earth slowly, due to it's parachute. though it floats like a butterfly, it stings like a bee. eyes stare at the bomb, almost on impact with the ground. then an explosion is heard, and all goes dark...

(you're indeed good)

Edited by AZZKIKR. the kicker of ass, 22 September 2007 - 14:29.

[Alias]

This is creative writing, not poetry.

[General Kirkov]

AZZKIKR. the kicker of ass, on 22 Sep 2007, 10:26, said:

maybe u can add: in the midst of battle, the americans saw a TU-160. they heard of it's deadly payload, the FOAB, known to level bases to the ground. "We gotta get outta here!" shouts a soldier. they flee but some stay for their doom. the bomb bay doors of the TU-160 open slowly, releasing the FOAB. it floats down to Earth slowly, due to it's parachute. though it floats like a butterfly, it stings like a bee. eyes stare at the bomb, almost on impact with the ground. then an explosion is heard, and all goes dark...

(you're indeed good)

Thanks for the suggestions, but the last chapters are almost written and are getting touched up. Besides, no "Blackjacks" are in the theatre of operations. Maybe next time.

[AZZKIKR]

good luck

[General Kirkov]

Chapter 8 is here! If it needs improvements or whatever post. And no I have not forgotten about Sgt. Michaels.

Chapter 8

Maj. General Kirkov was furious. “They did what?” “How could an under strength Battle Group destroy your entire brigade!?” “Don’t blame a fuc**** Colonel!” “Kruschev, you and I are going to have a face to face talk.” Kirkov promised. “Having problems with one of your officers eh General?” Thorn said mockingly. “Not for much longer I will...” Kirkov muttered.”

******

Regardless of what the Russians thought 2nd BG was in shambles, it wouldn’t take much to render it useless in terms of combat capability. So both senior generals; Halstead and Denault made for South Africa to get reinforcements. The Battle Group radios were down.

******

The SAAF (South African Air Force) sent out a wing of F-22 Raptors towards the BG, not knowing that the battle had been won. “This is flight leader SAAF to Canadian or British troops can you hear us?” “Their radios must be down, go to afterburner, they must be in serious trouble!” That was his first and last mistake of his career.

Sirens went off all around General Savonich’s compound. “What the devil is that?” He barked. “It appears to be a flight of SAAF F-22s sir.” A lieutenant replied. “They aren’t headed here; they are going for Kruschev...” “He must be under serious attack." The Lt. said. "Send out 30 Berkuts, to deal with those fighters. Then send out the sentinels to destroy those remaining NATO troops and some of our BMPs to pick up prisoners, do not take too many...” Savonich concluded.

“Captain I...” Those were the last words of Lt. Danielston as his F-22 was shot down by the first Berkut missile wave along with 22 others. The 22’s launched their own volley in retaliation, only 4 Berkuts were hit and 1 of those survived and limped back to its airbase. “Ok everyone hit the deck and run” The colonel yelled. However they did not have any afterburner fuel left.

“This is Colonel Borenanko; we have shot down the remaining 13 SAAF fighters and record 3 losses.” “Good work Colonel return to base.” An unknown voice said over the radio.

******
At the 2nd BG laager (ammo + fuel) supplies site a massive re-organization was taking place, when suddenly, a sound unheard by any NATO soldier to date rumbled across the battle field. Without warning a volley of HE shell was fired hitting the fuel and ammo vehicles. The Sentinels had just arrived “Excellent aim Vassily!” His tank commander praised him; he had just taken out the fuel laager where most of the tanks were grouped together. Needless to say they did not survive and the rest were dispatched shortly there after.

After a massive fire fight were the infantry concentrated their fire on the BMPs taking out 4 and damaging 7 they surrendered. “Put weapons on ground” A Russian sergeant insisted. He looked rather menacing with his Kalashnikov. “All right chaps, games up, we are going to take a tour of Russia I think” Sergeant Walters said. The remaining 23 men 8 Canadian and 15 British were on the first Antonov to Russia along with Thorn and his men.

Edited by Capt. Kirkov, 24 September 2007 - 18:45.

[Soul]

I've just noticed something, either the Berkut pilots are really good or the F-35 and F-22 pilots are really bad.

[General Kirkov]

F-35s = Caught by surprize F-22s outdated and caught by surprize.

[General Kirkov]

Chapter 9 the story draws to the conclusion that most of you voted for only one more tiny "Conclusion" Chapter remains. As usual don't mind asking questions I'm glad to answer most of them!

Chapter 9

Kirkov dismounted the transport chopper and walked towards Kruschev’s former position now held by parts of Savonich’s enlarged brigade. Ten of the sentinels had remained behind along with a detachment of infantry, a group of S-300 Grumbles and concealed fixed wire guided Anti-Tank missile emplacements

“Where is that Idiot Kruschev?” Kirkov demanded. “He climbed aboard a recon helicopter early this morning, comrade General.” Col. Zhukarin replied, happy that he wasn’t taking the fall for this debacle. “Nonsense, I told him to wait for me here!” ‘That old fat bastard is deserting!’ Kirkov realized instantly. “Get me in contact with the aviation wing commander.” “NOW” he nearly bit the head off the poor corporal. “Right away General.”

“Major Kraschkov.” “This is Major General Kirkov, where is general Kruschev?” “On board one of our recon helicopters sir.” “WHAT IS HE DOING RECONNAISSANCE FOR? THE BATTLE IS OVER!” Kirkov yelled into the head set. “I do not ask such questions of general officers, General.” He said rather uncomfortably. “Can you connect me to the pilot then,” Kirkov said more calmly, “one moment comrade General.”

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In Eastern Germany Sgt. Michaels had just about had it. Everywhere he went Russian patrols were up but rather lax. ‘Why not the war here is over?’ He said to himself. People were generous, they let him sleep in their homes fed him and even let him take showers and washed his uniform! He did kill a few Russians of course, you couldn’t avoid that but he left as soon as he could. He was currently dinning with an elderly couple who insisted he stay for a few days to rest. “How much bullets you left?” the man asked. He did not have much left in fact he only had 22 rounds. “Not many he answered, and my rifle is rusting.” He had run out of oil to clean it. Michaels answered in the most polite manner he could. “I have gift for you.” Before he could object, the old man brought up a Mauser K98 sniper rifle, vintage 1943. “This was my Great-Grandfather rifle” he said. “They kill my son,” “with this,” he handed 200 rounds in a bandolier “you can kill some of theirs.” “Thank you.” Michaels said and walked out the door.

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On board the Russian light helicopter a voice transmission came in. “This is General Kirkov, please return to my coordinates” Kirkov read them out. “Affirmative...” As the Captain was complying he suddenly stopped and resumed his flight path. “Captain what the hell do you think you are doing?” Kirkov asked more than angry at the moment. “I have to inform you comrade General that General Kruschev now has a pistol pointed at my head.” He said evenly. “Well then if you do not land I will shoot both of you down.” Kirkov then turned on the tracking module of his SA-24 shoulder mounted SAM and pointed it at the helicopter now in visual range. The pilot hearing the alert tone in his headset decided to land.

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Finally dealing with the last of the GLA in Congo General Wolfe took a moment of pause. He still had 87% of his command intact and would be in Central Africa within the next few hours. The French, German and American units advanced and then they saw it.

The Central African Line had over 100,000 troops; dug in Kodiak tanks, long range MSTA-S Artillery vehicles and 25 sentinel tanks. “Well I always loved challenges.” Lt. Col. Rochester said. “Lets back up slowly” General Wolfe said. “I did not see any AA pieces.” The French Colonel said. “Don’t mean they aint there boy” Rochester replied. “Our orders are to break that line.” Wolfe said determinately. “Well it is a good day to die isn’t it?” The French officer said almost comically. “You Europeans are messed up in the head aren’t ya?” Rochester snorted. “Let’s do this thing.”

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“Kruschev, you couldn’t even go like a man could you?” Kirkov said angrily. “Tie him to that tree!” The soldiers complied only too happily, no one liked deserters, especially officer deserters. “Any last words you swine, incompetent failure of an officer? I thought Frunze Academy instilled a sense of honour in its officers.” Kirkov asked. “Go to hell” Kruschev said. A minute latter he was riddled with bullets with an air of disbelief on his face. The soldiers were about to untie his body when Kirkov ordered: “Leave him there; he does not even deserve that.”

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Sgt. Michaels had placed himself facing an enemy compound; he’d heard that a Lt. General was in charge. He was supposed to be a real prick too. He ducked when a truck drove by; he had kept his uniform despite the numerous holes and the offers of clothes. First because it was a good form a camouflage and second if caught, the Geneva Convention insured he would not be shot on the spot. The truck stopped and a bunch of Russians got out. “Oh shit, they saw me.” Then he saw the reason why they had stopped, a large convoy of POWs was approaching. Americans, Germans, French, British and Canadians all formed up in rows as if on parade. And then, as if on cue the Lt. Gen stepped out. Michaels shouldered the ancient rifle; it had worked so well, the old man had taken good care of it he even replaced old parts that had broken. “Come here you Commie asshole, nice hat I bet you like it.” He aimed directly at the center of it and pulled the trigger.

Edited by General Kirkov, 23 October 2008 - 02:04.