If you are easily offended or overly critical over context i.e that would never happen in real life... This is fiction and a re-write of a fanfiction piece, that's fiction in two words in one sentence! Those of you who read the original piece a little over a year ago should enjoy that there is now a context/reason for the war. Anyways enjoy the read!
Red Storm
REDUX
Prologue
23:00 hrs Linokrov Oil processing plant, Siberia, URF (United Russian Federation)
The three men moved quickly they had a job to do, a mission, a quest, a holy duty to their God. This plant was the biggest in Russia, it supplied crude, diesel, sweet, refined and high grade petroleum and fuel as such it produced 30% of the fuel needed to run the Country’s various needs per annum. Due to the climate few Russian technicians were willing to work in the harsh conditions that surrounded the facility, thus “locals” were employed to supplement the Russian staff. In this case Muslims from near the border with China along with some mongols and Kazakhs. They were well payed and treated well, which they resented oddly enough. It almost felt like patronization, maybe it was to the three men who had changed their names last week so that when the Government in Moscow awoke to the disaster that befell them would know who did it.
After problems battling corruption in the old Russian Federation it was decided that the current system of government (namely open democracy) was a failed experiment in a country that only knew dictatorial rule. And thus a new government very much like the Soviet Government of old was reborn. However they did not go about the same systems that brought the ancient giant down, no they did not go back to collective farms or other stupid economic systems that brought down the Union more then western intervention ever did. However what came back was the 13 man politburo with a “parliamentary advisory council” which was a joke much like the Duma during the waning years of the Romanov dynasty. Simply there to maintain the illusion of democracy, another thing brought back was the resurgence of the power of the “Shield of the Party” formerly known as the KGB now called the SVR was given powers much like its predecessor. Including arresting people on the spot (often they would call out KGB instead of SVR to freeze the people in the streets it worked much better), a “military branch” where an officer was attached to regiments to insure loyalty to the new regime and different branches that reported to the chairman of the intelligence ministry. Most people just saw and understood that the bad old days were back, that’s how the West saw it. The Russians saw an immediate decrease in crime, violence and corruption in their cities and throughout the country. The military was happy because it grew exponentially however the political officers were not quite welcome, some however were agreeable and were treated well by the troops they were there to monitor who were quite happy with the new regime thank you very much.
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Back in Siberia the three technicians were moving to the entrance of the control center up to the guards post. An old soldier who was quite kind to them in fact was the lone man on guard tonight, it was a shame he had to die but they needed his pass card and his rifle.
“Good evening Vanya!” Abdul called out.
“Pasha! Oh wait sorry Abdul, please forgive my forgetfulness, your new name suits you well, truly it is good to go back and acknowledge one’s roots, oh hello Ismail and Mohammed. You look tired why are you here so late? Let me make you some tea that sho…” He never finished his sentence as the man only known now as Ismail put a bullet in the back of his head and grabbed his Kalashnikov.
“Poor man” Mohammed began, “He even began reading the Qu’ran with me, he was so interested…”
“It could not be helped, perhaps Allah will look down on him with kindness.” Abdul said mournfully all three truly enjoyed the old man’s company.
Abdul led the group to the control room walked up to the door entered the security pass and waited for a man on the other side to open up. The door was made so that a person on each side had to acknowledge one another before they could enter.
“Pasha? Isn’t that’s Vanya’s pass?” A man asked over the communicator and inspecting the other man through a 10 centimeter thick window, (The AK was kept out of sight by Ismail who was around the corner).
“Yes, I left mine back home and forgot that I had left the maintenance computer for valve 78 on, since it is password encrypted only I can turn it off for the night. These security measures can be irksome at times.” He replied with a well rehearsed lie, the whole plan had been rehearsed time and time again, tonight was perfect however. Conditions outside (a blizzard) would slow reaction times from security and firefighting teams.
“Very well come in.” The man answered with the least bit of suspicion.
The three men walked in and once they noticed Ismail’s rifle they began to panic, too late he began cutting everyone down making careful that the controls and computers would be left undamaged. One by one the Russian technicians were mowed down, unfortunately one managed to get to a phone and alerted security forces who were but a mere kilometer and a half away. Ismail guarded the door after dispatching the man whose bravery would be forgotten while his friends began turning on all of the valves flooding all the pipes with mixed types of fuel and then started the purging systems. The purging systems were meant to be turned on when all the pipes were empty and the excess fuel to be burnt off with controlled heat burning off the fumes safely. This time the entire network of pipes leading to derricks was flooded and the heat set off a massive explosion leaving the surrounding complex ablaze. Out of anyone’s control to stop it, well maybe except for God but the three men thought they were doing his will anyways. As the security team charged the control room Ismail gunned down all the controls leaving them inoperable. The security force arrived too late and soon they too were engulfed in the flames.
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Chapter 1
“Holy shit sir we have a possible ICBM launch coming out of Siberia!” a NORAD watch sergeant reported to his superior as the explosion took place.
“What? Let me see, I don’t see an inbound missile, isn’t that approximately the location of their newest super refinery?” The major asked.
“I think so, let me check… Confirmed that’s Linokrov going up up and away.” A new Lieutenant replied from her station.
“Man when those guys have industrial accidents they have them big time…”
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Soon after that a junior Politburo official, in this case aid to the former minister of natural resources and energy (who had passed away leaving his post vacant) was dispatched to ascertain what happened. It was even worse than he had imagined he dispatched teams to begin assembling a detailed report as he returned to Moscow to deliver a preliminary analysis on how fucked the country was. He walked into the Kremlin with his report clutched in his hand furious how the “accident” happened, remembering his constant warnings delivered to the men about whom he was going to brief about trusting locals to manage the most precious resources Russia had and was proven right all along.
“Comrades as we know at 23:00 hrs lima time, three armed radicals entered our oil refinery complex in Siberia, executed a relatively simple plan which has crippled part of our oil production. They walked in executed the one night guard, one of their friends, proceeded with his pass card into the control room killed more of their friends and co-workers, flooded the oil pipes and quite literally tossed the proverbial match in. Held off what little security troops that managed to get to the place in time before dying in a blazing inferno.” He reported
“Thank you comrade Petrov but how does this affect us as a country?” The Chairman inquired.
“Russia is now self sustainable in agriculture, energy and oil, well not quite anymore on that last item.” He said tersely. “We transferred much of our refining capability to that new facility to improve quality of the refined petroleum products, as such we have been dealt a blow beneath the belt. It will take us about 18 months to re-divert production to our older facilities to meet 80% of our consumption needs leaving us to tap into our reserves which will last us a year at most until we can salvage that facility which would take about 27 months…” He replied
“27 months?” Defense replied, “We are going to have a shortfall for the first time in 3 years of oil? Do you know what this means for our growing army? Total stagnation we will have to cut back drastically on the civilian sectors just to keep it active” He persisted.
“Cut back on the civilian sector? I think you can put your toys in the corner for a year or two we don’t really need them right now comrade, we need to export our goods to maintain a surplus budget which means a higher consumption of petrol” Interior shot back.
“Don’t forget our agricultural sector relies heavily on machines to get our crops on our plates, which I regret to say will be… less than expected this year.” Agriculture replied.
“So we all need oil for our prime users but not enough to go around anyways because we all need different types of oil. Our military uses certain types of fuel for which the most part are incompatible with agricultural machinery. Industrial generators run on another type of petroleum and our other type of power plants may not be able to pick up the slack and maintain power throughout the cities of the URF.” Petrov replied getting an unprecedented amount of attention from these men who had not thought of different types of oil, but only knew that they needed it. Russia needed oil badly, and had no means to get their plants back to the state where they needed them.
“There is a place with much oil, they have been shunned by the West for the most part and have bogarted their surpluses, I believe with our military in its current state of readiness could seize the oil in Iraq and Iran with a month however I strongly doubt that this alone would feed our population…” Defense said softly. “The Ukraine has much food to go around enough to feed us and them until we can get back on our feet he continued.
“You do realize that the West won’t sit on its hands while we begin grabbing parts of the world and call “dibs” on it do you? NATO will retaliate we will find ourselves in a major war with no clear plan of attack on how to go about it!” A minister without portfolio shouted in alarm.
“Truly you don’t think that the Soviet Union had no plans for an attack on NATO don’t you? In fact I have been reading some of the doctrines and plans for a short term limited objective campaign which would be no longer then 3 months to secure Europe and key uhh areas of relevance including seizing part of the Middle East and closing the Atlantic to America and Canada, whose merchant vessels and Navies would be key in reinforcing the continent. Gentlemen I present to you strategic plan #34 spring-fall USSR and Warsaw Pact – NATO war plan; code name: RED STORM.”
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I decided to pin the first chapter for your enjoyment, comments are needed so feel free so long as they don't conflict with the opening statement at the top of the post.
Edited by General Kirkov, 24 July 2009 - 21:21.