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 Post subject: Re: Khopesh97-Napoleon-Oreo-Hikaro alliance thread.
PostPosted: Tue May 31, 2011 9:00 am 
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Ooh, nice chapter! I better start cranking out some of my own soon.

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 Post subject: Re: Khopesh97-Napoleon-Oreo-Hikaro alliance thread.
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Sweet chapter! B) I like the mutant frog.

One thing: would the Russians really bury the dead soldier? The Soviets were known for not caring about casualties, so it just seems a little strange.

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 Post subject: Re: Khopesh97-Napoleon-Oreo-Hikaro alliance thread.
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Maybe they want to be sure no one finds out they're there?

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 Post subject: Re: Khopesh97-Napoleon-Oreo-Hikaro alliance thread.
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That is true Napo... Ye' want me to edit that?

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 Post subject: Re: Khopesh97-Napoleon-Oreo-Hikaro alliance thread.
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khopesh97 wrote:
That is true Napo... Ye' want me to edit that?


No, no, I was just wondering. Carry on, my good man. :D

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 Post subject: Re: Khopesh97-Napoleon-Oreo-Hikaro alliance thread.
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Ok, LONG overdue Chapter, and it's rather short, but better late than never:

At the Pennsylvania Grenzschutz base camp in one of the radiation-free “safe” ares in New Jersey, the recently promoted Major Ryan Lautenslager sat behind the portable desk in his command tent banging out a report on his portable “suitcase PC.” He was already in a foul mood because Unteroffizer James Robertson’s squad had not checked in on time, so he had just dispatched the rest of “B” Company of his battalion to James’ last known position to find out what had happened.

As he was finishing up his write-up of the daily scout reports, minus James’ of course, Special Agent Hess burst into the tent and said, “Major, We’ve got a bit of a situation….”

Ryan pushed back from his desk, leaned back and growled, “Great, just what I need, ANOTHER situation…. What kind of ‘situation’ are we talking about here: A massive herd of giant mutant moles heading this way or what?”

“Actually, sir,” Hess replied, “One of my field agents saw an airplane with Soviet wing markings go down in a swamp about 20 miles Northeast of here, 'bout half an hour ago…. He’s not 100% certain, but it DOES match the general description we were given of Ivan’s plane.”

Ryan cupped his head in his hands and groaned, “You’re telling me that we might, just MIGHT have an ever-loving HEAD of STATE wandering around in a gosh-forsaken New Jersey SWAMP with all of the hellfrogs, deviltoads, dragon snappers and fire salamanders, not to mention the giant sundews and man-eating pitcher plants you can find there… Is that, in fact, what you’re trying to tell me?”

Hess nervously shuffled and replied, “Yeah, that’s pretty much it.”

Ryan slammed his fist down on his desk hard enough to make his suitcase PC jump up about half an inch and shouted, “ENOUGH! I have HAD it with these MONKEY-FIGHTING mutants in this MONDAY TO FRIDAY Swamp! Come on, I think I know just how to handle this situation here!” He then pushed himself up out of his chair and strode through the flap into his adjutant’s section of the Command Tent and said, “Unteroffizer, get me Hauptmann McDowell on the horn.”

As soon as the adjutant got McDowell on the line, Ryan took the receiver and said, “Hauptmann McDowell, I need you to get ‘A’ Company assembled and ready to roll out as soon as humanly possible… It seems that the Soviet Head of State has managed to drop his butt into a swamp, and it looks like it’s going to be OUR job to get him out safely so Special Agent Hess can get him to the Governor’s summit in one piece.”

Hess heard some garbled reply from the field set, to which Ryan responded, “Of COURSE I’m coming along! If Ivan’s anything at ALL like his old man, he’d be downright INSULTED if the highest-ranking officer in our little unit didn’t come out to meet him personally, ESPECIALLY since said officer is the Governor’s second cousin!”

After some more insistent garbling from the telephone, Ryan sighed, “Hauptmann, your objections are duly noted, but overruled: I DON’T want to be the one responsible for a diplomatic breakdown with our biggest potential ally because I let my safety take precedence over our mission. Just get your company ready to roll out in 20 minutes… We should HOPEFULLY find Ivan and be back in time for you guys to get a decent amount of sleep before having to take over perimeter defense duties from ‘C’ Company…. Okay, roger that, good-bye.”

Hess looked at the Major and said, “I’m coming along, too, since I’m supposed to be his diplomatic point of contact anyways.”

Ryan nodded, then headed back to his tent to get his combat gear in order. Twenty minutes later, he’s standing in front of ‘A’ Company, explaining the current situation. “…So that’s how it is. It appears that Ivan’s plane suffered some kind of mechanical failure, and he’s now stuck in the middle of a swamp Northeast of here, most likely with no more than a squad’s worth of soldiers defending him… So we’re going in after him, and hopefully we find him before the mutants or raiders do, though I seriously doubt most raiders are crazy enough to be messing around any of these swamps! Any questions?”

When no one answered, he nodded and said, “Very well, Hauptmann McDowell, let’s get moving.”

McDowell turned to the assembled troops and bellowed, “Okay, boys and girls, I want a standard swamp deployment: First Platoon has point and Second Platoon is rear-guard… I want Squad-strength units from Third platoon guarding our flanks, with the remaining squad in the middle to cover our crazy Battalion Commander and Special Agent Hess… Now, move out!” The Company fell out into their deployment pattern with practiced ease and was soon forging their way through the New Jersey swamp towards the place where Stalin was forced to ditch his plane.

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 Post subject: Re: Khopesh97-Napoleon-Oreo-Hikaro alliance thread.
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Awesome.

'Nuff said. :D

Reviewing the entire story, and then a new chapter from me.

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 Post subject: Re: Khopesh97-Napoleon-Oreo-Hikaro alliance thread.
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Awesome Hikaro! Now, A short addition from me. Ahem.


In the Middle of a New Jersey Swamp...


"Um, Sir? Have we been here before? I'm sure I've seen this tree three times already."

Ivan Stalin and his troops had headed even father into the swamp since we last saw them. Two more of his men had been carried off by HellToads and they were forced to abandon their heavy equipment. So they were wandering lost in a stinking marshland of sorts. And to top it off, one of his Techs thought he saw a giant snake snooping about.

Ivan stared at the soldier. There was fire in the eyes of Stalin, "HOW should I darned know?! WHO cares if the blasted tree was there before?!"

The Tech backed off, "I just thought we might be going in circles...."

Ivan growled and marched off into the trees.


VERY VERY short.

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 Post subject: Re: Khopesh97-Napoleon-Oreo-Hikaro alliance thread.
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James staggered out the opening in the cave's ceiling. All five Grenzschutz had died. Bernie came out then and coughed profusely from all the running they had done from the moles. Erik and Carl then came out, also shaking and coughing. James looked around at their surroundings. "I'm not sure where we are right now. Come on, guys, let's move."

Bernie felt like a sip of water more than anything, but taking off his mask could result in who knows what. He might even die if he took it off. He left it on. "Who closed that behind us?" he asked.

James reloaded his revolver; he had had to resort to it when he dropped his new Gewehr in the cave. He answered, "I don't know, probably savages. Let's see if we can find the reinforcements."

After a marching across a few hills, they caught sight of a Freischteet convoy of trucks and vans. Their headlights were all on, and shock troopers wearing armor and masks were piled in the back of the vehicles. Instantly, James and the others rushed down and waved them down.

The captain in the lead truck saluted. "Ah, there you are, Robertson! Superb to see you again. Where were you? Where are the others?"

James looked glum again. "Dead," he said. "Giant moles. Cave. All dead. We're lucky we found a natural staircase and managed to escape through a hole in the cavern ceiling. Now, what's going down?"

The captain looked equally downtrodden, but carried on. "We just received a radio report that the Soviet head-of-state, en route to a meeting with the Kaise- er, Governor, has crashed about 30 klicks east of here. Stalin is not... our buddy, but things have to be done when they need doing, so, he's our pal for now. Just so you know, we plan to use him as a patsy. Things in Russia are infamous, and in some aspects they're worse than the Huns. But, if we find him, try not to 'upset' him."

James nodded and quipped sarcastically, "I don't plan on upsetting him, but I hear his temperament is so pleasant."

The mole-attack survivors piled in the back of a truck and the convoy motored onward once more.

*********************

Harry Roberston sat in his house on his couch, munching on a Bavarian chocolate bar. "This is the life!"

His girlfriend smiled at him, "I think so, too, babe. I'm sure glad you decided to let me in on your 'secret.' Lucky for you I like chocolate, technology, and German products, or I'd tell." She was Sally McDowell, from the next county over. The McDowells were a very powerful family, and somewhat friendly to the Robertsons, as fellow Scots. Sally was the granddaughter of the clan leader... and next in line to the family throne. A union between the Robertsons and the McDowells could be most... helpful... in furthering Harry's ambitions. After that, a pairing of his brother Bart with the leader of the nearby Fleming's girl, Mary-Beth, would lead to another union. And so forth and so on. Just like Europe in the Middle Ages, family took the place of country. Men were once again willing to lay down their lives for their uncle's cousin's feud.

Harry tossed her a chocolate bar. "There ya go. With my contacts, eventually you'll be able to take baths in chocolate if you want. An' in a golden tub! Just you wait an' see! Why, we'll rule all of Pennsylvania! We already have gear. All we need to do is have a factory somewhere, learn how to better repair old vehicles, and everything'll be 'peachy.' So, I trust yer old man agreed to the weddin'?"

She nodded and opened the candy, "Oh, yeah, he did. Got no worries there, babe. What about your cousin?"

"James?"

"Yeah, what about him?"

"Haven't you heard?" Her green eyes grew wide.

He looked confused and so, "I don't get you. What about him? I exiled him, you know that. He's probably been dismembered by some bandits by now."

She shook her head, "Nope, he isn't dead. Your men are, though. All of them. James and the others are free. I'm kind of glad. He was kind of cute-"

"Shut yer mouth!" he boomed. He grabbed his cap and thundered out the building. "I'll kill 'im! I swear!" Five minutes later, after asking his men, he came back in, red-faced. "He's escaped, all right! He's gone with the wind!" Harry had never once seen the Clark Gable classic, but some phrases never wear out. "Gosh darn it to the devil and gone! He's loose! I'm doubling the guards. The dastard will prob'ly try to kill us."

She laughed, "Kill me? I don't think so. Remember? It used to be me and him. Maybe kill you, but not me. Guard your own butt."

He regained his composure and sat down again. "The Dutchies. That's who done it! Those sticking Dutchies. I bet my spleen it was the Free State," Harry said with intense hatred. "I want to have the wedding as soon as possible. Correction: weddings. Bart's proposed to Mary-Beth Fleming. In a week, both weddings could be done and the Robertson flag will fly over three counties. And, of course, there'll be others, likely one o our girls marrying one of the Davidson boys. That's four. An' then, we could marry off one of your brothers! And again, and again, and again! In just a month, we could likely get ten counties. Ten. Count 'em. There are a bunch of old factories in the Fleming's county. And there are always bunkers here and there with gear an' helmets. This is gonna be easy. We can conquer almost anything if we get ten counties. Including those darn Dutchies. We'll teach 'em."

"My husband, Julius Caesar. What do you plan on calling yourself, anyway? Clan leader won't work for ten counties. There'll be lots of folks who aren't even related to the county's dominant clan. There are lots of little families you know." She stuffed the candy wrapper in her shorts pocket.

"I know. I've come up with Duke as a title. The 'Duke and Duchess of the Duchy of Northern Pennsylvania.' Quaint, ain't it?"

"Charming. Just like a fairy tale. But with gratuitous violence and radiation."

"That! Ya zinged me there. That was a good quip! You're picking up my personality already! By the way, I've had a few clothes made for you by our tailor. I hope you'll like them."

"Thanks!" She was genuinely appreciative. Nice clothing, especially new, was almost impossible to get. Right now she wore old clothing once new and German, but totally worn out. Most all original American clothing items was lost by the time she was born. In Germany in the 90's, when they were at their most lax, shorts, miniskirts, and half shirts had become cheap and popular, though the older generation thought they were scandalous. Half shirts were what every young woman wore now, just like t-shirts were what men wore. Anything else was too expensive. Harry tossed her a bag containing a new coat, an actual dress, and a few other items. "Nice! I love them. The material's like new!"

"It is new. It's from them Dutchies. Well, correction: it's from bandits who robbed Dutchies. The truck they hijacked had a bunch of material in it. I bought the whole lot, including the truck. Bandits didn't have no need for any of it, and just wanted the money. Have fun with that cell phone game I showed you. I'm gonna go down and see what the boys found. They were going through a warehouse the Randalls used to have. Back in a while."

Sally picked up the cell phone Harry had secretly given her. The game that was on it was a fascist Italian game called Mario Brothers. It involved running a mustachioed Blackshirt through the Venice canals. It was bizarre, along with dated, but it was fun and a technical marvel to post-War Americans. She sat and played it while Harry drove to the warehouse.

*********************

Harry stepped out of his truck and hollered to his men searching the warehouse, "So, what'd ya'll find?!"

A "soldier" saluted and quickly responded, "Sir, we believe we've found something. Something big. There seems to have been a Resistance bunker underneath the warehouse, and not even the Randalls knew about it! There's all kindsa stuff down there. Uniforms, helmets, equipment, oil drums, radios, a TV, and... a generator. A working generator."

"Wow. C'mon, show me!" Harry said, thoroughly surprised. The Robertson trooper escorted him into the warehouse and over to a tunnel that had been recently uncovered. "How'd you find this?"

"One of our boys tripped over a loose board. Lucky, sir, very lucky, even if he did sprain his ankle."

Harry went down and realized there was electric lighting. He looked around the massive bunker.

"Holy-"

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