Whoa...is this like the miniseries 'V' where the kindly aliens suddenly turn millions of people into food? Hmm, perhaps not, though I look forward to what evil plans are in store.
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TC Pilot said:
hmm, funny russian logic... you did it backwards!!
what could you possibly do short of a holocaust worse than what you've already done???
Azuren=Josephine perhaps?
Hey, can we get a more detailed description of these attempts? 
Rivers of blood, eh? Screams of millions? Will this be a football game of some sort?
Rivers of blood, eh? Screams of millions? Will this be a football game of some sort?
I actually had Tannu Tuva (properly couped and Axisified) capture Irkutsk or whatever that VP province is way along in Siberia for me in a Germany game, which let me annex the Soviets that much fasterThewEiRdOne27 said:
Mettermrck: Maybe, maybe not.
Churchill2004: I'm not familiar with this "Josephine" you speak of
ThewEiRdOne27: Operation: Nails-on-Chalkboard?
anonymous4401: :rofl:
No.
Morpheus506: I have one mighty obsolete tank division standing by to smite them. Though I fear it will not be enough!
*Don't worry all, Tannu Tuva will eventual get what it deserves*
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The war in Sweden continued, fiercely fought on both sides. The Swedes were fighting for their self-determination and liberty, while the Imperials were fighting for power and domination.
Having secured the southern regions, offensives were made to cut off Stockholm and encircle the Swedish army defending. The city of Gavle was taken by the Soviets on July 18th, and cut off the Swedish capital and the 18 divisions defending the region. Initial Soviet attempts on the 22nd failed, causing heavy casualties on both sides. A follow up attack by Popov from the south, under the strong naval support from battleships, broke through the Swedish lines and swormed into the city. Intense urban combat lasted for several more hours while the government attempted to flee. The Swedish forces, nearing destruction, surrendered on the 2nd of August.
Following up on this victory, the Imperials siezed Ostersund on August 13th. Facing a well fortified Swedish position north of the city, further offensives were stopped. But in the north, a Soviet mountain divisions snuck its way through a gap in the Swedish lines and took Gallivare's garrison by suprise, emerging victorious on the 26th, just in time for a Soviet victory in Lulea, breaking the fortified line in the north.
Faced with a doomed situation, the Swedes gathered up what they had left and accepted a their fate. The country was annexed on the 27th.
Meanwhile, in Brazil, the Soviets had redeployed 680,000 troops to Uruguay, amassing on the Brazilian border while the Imperial Fleet, consisting of 14 battleships, 6 cruisers, and 3 carriers, ominously patrolled near Rio de Janeiro, escorting 60,000 veteran marines. It was obvious what was about to happen. All that was needed was the inevitable decleration of war.
That decleration came on September 7th, with Soviet warships opening fire on the capital and nearby naval ships. Hordes of Imperial troops hurled across the border, running into no organized defenses in the south except for four suquadrons of fighters. Rio de Janeiro was assailed by a small marine force on the 9th, easily repelled. The larger primary force arrived on the 10th, and engaged in horrificly bloody house to house fighting. Frustrated, Golikov ordered the Soviet battleships to open fire on large sections of the city, levelling entire neighborhoods in a nearly indiscriminate bombardment. Terrified civilians mobbed both armies, overwhelming Brazilian defenders. Those who sought refuge with the Soviets were quickly, and bloodily swept aside. Finally, on the 13th the city was subdued by the Soviets, and their forces raced northwards from Uruguay to link up with them.
Unknown to both armies, secret agent teams under strictly secret orders from Emperor Stukov followed in the wake of the advancing Imperials.
Churchill2004: I'm not familiar with this "Josephine" you speak of
ThewEiRdOne27: Operation: Nails-on-Chalkboard?
anonymous4401: :rofl:
No.
Morpheus506: I have one mighty obsolete tank division standing by to smite them. Though I fear it will not be enough!
*Don't worry all, Tannu Tuva will eventual get what it deserves*
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The war in Sweden continued, fiercely fought on both sides. The Swedes were fighting for their self-determination and liberty, while the Imperials were fighting for power and domination.
Having secured the southern regions, offensives were made to cut off Stockholm and encircle the Swedish army defending. The city of Gavle was taken by the Soviets on July 18th, and cut off the Swedish capital and the 18 divisions defending the region. Initial Soviet attempts on the 22nd failed, causing heavy casualties on both sides. A follow up attack by Popov from the south, under the strong naval support from battleships, broke through the Swedish lines and swormed into the city. Intense urban combat lasted for several more hours while the government attempted to flee. The Swedish forces, nearing destruction, surrendered on the 2nd of August.
Following up on this victory, the Imperials siezed Ostersund on August 13th. Facing a well fortified Swedish position north of the city, further offensives were stopped. But in the north, a Soviet mountain divisions snuck its way through a gap in the Swedish lines and took Gallivare's garrison by suprise, emerging victorious on the 26th, just in time for a Soviet victory in Lulea, breaking the fortified line in the north.
Faced with a doomed situation, the Swedes gathered up what they had left and accepted a their fate. The country was annexed on the 27th.
Meanwhile, in Brazil, the Soviets had redeployed 680,000 troops to Uruguay, amassing on the Brazilian border while the Imperial Fleet, consisting of 14 battleships, 6 cruisers, and 3 carriers, ominously patrolled near Rio de Janeiro, escorting 60,000 veteran marines. It was obvious what was about to happen. All that was needed was the inevitable decleration of war.
That decleration came on September 7th, with Soviet warships opening fire on the capital and nearby naval ships. Hordes of Imperial troops hurled across the border, running into no organized defenses in the south except for four suquadrons of fighters. Rio de Janeiro was assailed by a small marine force on the 9th, easily repelled. The larger primary force arrived on the 10th, and engaged in horrificly bloody house to house fighting. Frustrated, Golikov ordered the Soviet battleships to open fire on large sections of the city, levelling entire neighborhoods in a nearly indiscriminate bombardment. Terrified civilians mobbed both armies, overwhelming Brazilian defenders. Those who sought refuge with the Soviets were quickly, and bloodily swept aside. Finally, on the 13th the city was subdued by the Soviets, and their forces raced northwards from Uruguay to link up with them.
Unknown to both armies, secret agent teams under strictly secret orders from Emperor Stukov followed in the wake of the advancing Imperials.
Secret orders?
But I thought that the Stukov Union was to bring peace and freedom to the oppressed peoples of the world! 'Secret orders', now that doesn't sound very free.
But I thought that the Stukov Union was to bring peace and freedom to the oppressed peoples of the world! 'Secret orders', now that doesn't sound very free.
Secret Freedom orders, of course, you know. They are to bring freedom to the people so silently and secretively that they'll never know what hit them. Then they get hit by the secret teams following behind, the ones without the freedom orders.
anonymous4401 said:But I thought that the Stukov Union was to bring peace and freedom to the oppressed peoples of the world! 'Secret orders', now that doesn't sound very free.
It sounds secret to me...
Maybe they're going to throw a surprise party... OF DEATH!
Hmm...secret agents could be doing many things. I'm interested to learn what, as there's too many possibilities to really lay them out.
i'm not sure if you're kidding or not, i hope you are.
josephine was napoleon's mistress/wife who turned out to be infertile, and was dumped in favor of a woman who could provide a heir to the throne.
if you are kdiing:
ha ha ha ha ha
SECRET FREEDOM ORDERS!
SECRET FREEEEEEEDOOOOMMMM!!!!!
What could these secret orders possibly be, though? Just what would Stukov want his agents to do, that will result in a football game?
SECRET FREEEEEEEDOOOOMMMM!!!!!
What could these secret orders possibly be, though?
Just what would Stukov want his agents to do, that will result in a football game?
anonymous4401: Nope.
Morpheus506: Freedom so secret, no one knows about it!
ThewEiRdOne27: Yeah, the Red Army isn't too nice.
elbasto: Who?
Mettermrck: It's not at all like the secret agents in the Middle East destroying Islam.
Churchill2004: I did not know that.
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September 16th, 1946
Sir Walter Davidson hiked down the worn dirt path, humming jovially. Walter was familiar with the sights and sounds of the area, having traveled in this area numerous times as a zoological and botanical investigator for Cambridge and occasionally Oxford.
Being an Englishman, he was an Imperial citizen now, but felt little hostiliy towards his new conquerers. Under the new government, all citizens were treated equally, and the once "conquered territories" now held as much power as an province in Russia did. Life was good, and the economy had flourished in the free trade market between buisnesses and industries within the Empire. All that Emperor Stukov asked for in return was obediance.
Though techinically, this area was still Brazilian, Imperial forces would continue their advance northward and towards Rio de Janeiro. Walter had been warned of the potential danger of the front, but he had decided to continue on anyway. It would not matter to the people of the little village he was hiking to. They were simple people with simple lives, living from the land and so far undisturbed by the distant military and political clashes. Whether Brazilian or Imperial, their lives would not change. He had visited the village many times. The first in '35, then '37 and '38, and once in '40. The Soviet conquest of England had put a stop to the expeditions for half a decade, and now he was back to visit the friends he had made, and continue his research.
Walter continued to hike along the path, emerging from a clump of dense foliage into open fields. He was suprised not to see any people farming in the fields.
Walter shrugged, "They must be on break eating now," he told himself aloud.
Walter glanced around as he continued walking. Still no one in sight. He wondered if he'd come at a special holiday. He walked a few minutes longer until finally reaching the small village of wooden huts near the river which he often used to move further into the interior.
Walter stopped and felt a cold chill roll through his body. There was no one in the streets. The area was silent, except for the small rustle of plants blowing in the wind.
Suddenly, Walter became worried. It had been six years since he'd been here. Maybe something had happened in that time. Reluctantly, he approached the closest huts and looked inside. What he saw sent him realing back in horror, tripping over his legs and falling into the dirt.
Just inside the hut, three bodies lay there rotting, contorted in horrible death poses. Their skin was cracked and flakey, dried black puss covering the wounds. The body closest to him stared up at him, or it would have if it had eyes. Instead, two holes caked in dried blood and an unimaginable oozing liquid were in its place. The body's scalp was completely bald, and clumps of hair were scattered around the corpse.
"Dear God!" Walter exclaimed in horror. Quickly, he dragged himself away from the gruesome scene. Overcome with revoltion, he vomited and tried to stay standing.
With great reluctance, Walter searched some of the other hutts, only to be confronted by the same gory mess each time.
Walter stumbled away from the village towards the river, trying to block out the horror he had seen, "They're all dead!" he gasped. He stumbled and fell face foward along the bank of the stream, sobbing.
He sat up on his knees and looked at the river. Instead of being the clear river he'd remembered, the water was a milky white, with strange bits of debris on the surface. The chunk of debris he was looking at dissapeared as a fish ate it. Even though his visibility was limited, Walter could see swarms of fish feeding off of the substance.
Walter glanced downstream and saw another two bodies, except they were unlike the other villagers. Walter got up and ran to them. Instead of being mutilated, these two had a bloody bullet hole in the back of their heads.
Walter looked back at the village, "What could have possibly done this?"
Morpheus506: Freedom so secret, no one knows about it!
ThewEiRdOne27: Yeah, the Red Army isn't too nice.
elbasto: Who?
Mettermrck: It's not at all like the secret agents in the Middle East destroying Islam.
Churchill2004: I did not know that.
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September 16th, 1946
Sir Walter Davidson hiked down the worn dirt path, humming jovially. Walter was familiar with the sights and sounds of the area, having traveled in this area numerous times as a zoological and botanical investigator for Cambridge and occasionally Oxford.
Being an Englishman, he was an Imperial citizen now, but felt little hostiliy towards his new conquerers. Under the new government, all citizens were treated equally, and the once "conquered territories" now held as much power as an province in Russia did. Life was good, and the economy had flourished in the free trade market between buisnesses and industries within the Empire. All that Emperor Stukov asked for in return was obediance.
Though techinically, this area was still Brazilian, Imperial forces would continue their advance northward and towards Rio de Janeiro. Walter had been warned of the potential danger of the front, but he had decided to continue on anyway. It would not matter to the people of the little village he was hiking to. They were simple people with simple lives, living from the land and so far undisturbed by the distant military and political clashes. Whether Brazilian or Imperial, their lives would not change. He had visited the village many times. The first in '35, then '37 and '38, and once in '40. The Soviet conquest of England had put a stop to the expeditions for half a decade, and now he was back to visit the friends he had made, and continue his research.
Walter continued to hike along the path, emerging from a clump of dense foliage into open fields. He was suprised not to see any people farming in the fields.
Walter shrugged, "They must be on break eating now," he told himself aloud.
Walter glanced around as he continued walking. Still no one in sight. He wondered if he'd come at a special holiday. He walked a few minutes longer until finally reaching the small village of wooden huts near the river which he often used to move further into the interior.
Walter stopped and felt a cold chill roll through his body. There was no one in the streets. The area was silent, except for the small rustle of plants blowing in the wind.
Suddenly, Walter became worried. It had been six years since he'd been here. Maybe something had happened in that time. Reluctantly, he approached the closest huts and looked inside. What he saw sent him realing back in horror, tripping over his legs and falling into the dirt.
Just inside the hut, three bodies lay there rotting, contorted in horrible death poses. Their skin was cracked and flakey, dried black puss covering the wounds. The body closest to him stared up at him, or it would have if it had eyes. Instead, two holes caked in dried blood and an unimaginable oozing liquid were in its place. The body's scalp was completely bald, and clumps of hair were scattered around the corpse.
"Dear God!" Walter exclaimed in horror. Quickly, he dragged himself away from the gruesome scene. Overcome with revoltion, he vomited and tried to stay standing.
With great reluctance, Walter searched some of the other hutts, only to be confronted by the same gory mess each time.
Walter stumbled away from the village towards the river, trying to block out the horror he had seen, "They're all dead!" he gasped. He stumbled and fell face foward along the bank of the stream, sobbing.
He sat up on his knees and looked at the river. Instead of being the clear river he'd remembered, the water was a milky white, with strange bits of debris on the surface. The chunk of debris he was looking at dissapeared as a fish ate it. Even though his visibility was limited, Walter could see swarms of fish feeding off of the substance.
Walter glanced downstream and saw another two bodies, except they were unlike the other villagers. Walter got up and ran to them. Instead of being mutilated, these two had a bloody bullet hole in the back of their heads.
Walter looked back at the village, "What could have possibly done this?"
that's odd, are you going to destroy the Amazon? or has the Brazilian government decided that once their country dissappears the entire planet must run out of oxigen?
It could be a new killing operation, and they're testing in South America before taking it on the road?
Whatever it is,it must be in the best interests of the Empire.We should all trust Emperor Stukov's wisdom.......
Churchill2004: I don't know
elbasto: I don't know
Mettermrck: It could
Victor1234: Maybe
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September 18th, 1946
The night was alive with the sound of insects buzzing in the tiny village . A crescent moon hovered in the sky, giving a small amount of illumination to the otherwise pitch black night. The people of the town, farmers and fishers at best, were sound asleep. They had no idea who was out in the night. They didn't have much reason to, either.
Andre Schreutelkamp and Vladimir Ordoniov, equipped with the new infared-vision goggles, lurked in the plant cover at the outskirts of the village.
Andre bit back a curse as he stumbled out of a dense clump of bushes, "This seems too easy," he muttered to Vladimir.
Vladimir shot him an angry look, "It's suppoused to be easy, you idiot."
Vladimir emerged from the bushes, his AK-45 drawn and aimed, scanning for any people. He raised his fist and pointed forward, signaling Andre.
The Imperial agent less than gracefully emerged out from behind him, carrying a small, sealed case. The two sneaked their way down the road, freezing in place at the sign of any human contact. As they went, Andre brushed away their footsteps.
After a minute or two of this, the team finally reached their destination, the village's well. As Vladimir continued his watch for anyone, Andre layed the case down and began unlocking the case. After 7 digits, the case snapped open.
Vladimir looked at the case, "Come on, put one in and let's get out of here."
Andre looked scornfully at Vladimir, putting on rubber gloves and reaching into the case. Carefully, he removed a vial of clear liquid from it's slotted place inside the cushioned case.
Andre sighed, "This doesn't seem right, Vlad."
"It doesn't matter. We have our orders straight from the Throne."
"Orders can be forged."
Vladimir patted his AK, "So can mission reports," he gestured at Andre with his weapon.
Andre sighed again and took a close look at the vial. Though clear, there were small, silvery specks floating randomly in it. Holding his breath, he gently opened the sealed vial and slowly poured it into the well. He clenched his teeth as he heard the soft splashing noise of the water.
Vladimir glared at him, "Keep it down," he hissed.
"What else am I suppoused to do?" Andre emptied to vial's contents, inserted it back into the case, and sealed it, "Alright, let's get out of here."
Vladimir nodded, and the two agents slipped silently away into the night.
elbasto: I don't know
Mettermrck: It could
Victor1234: Maybe
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September 18th, 1946
The night was alive with the sound of insects buzzing in the tiny village . A crescent moon hovered in the sky, giving a small amount of illumination to the otherwise pitch black night. The people of the town, farmers and fishers at best, were sound asleep. They had no idea who was out in the night. They didn't have much reason to, either.
Andre Schreutelkamp and Vladimir Ordoniov, equipped with the new infared-vision goggles, lurked in the plant cover at the outskirts of the village.
Andre bit back a curse as he stumbled out of a dense clump of bushes, "This seems too easy," he muttered to Vladimir.
Vladimir shot him an angry look, "It's suppoused to be easy, you idiot."
Vladimir emerged from the bushes, his AK-45 drawn and aimed, scanning for any people. He raised his fist and pointed forward, signaling Andre.
The Imperial agent less than gracefully emerged out from behind him, carrying a small, sealed case. The two sneaked their way down the road, freezing in place at the sign of any human contact. As they went, Andre brushed away their footsteps.
After a minute or two of this, the team finally reached their destination, the village's well. As Vladimir continued his watch for anyone, Andre layed the case down and began unlocking the case. After 7 digits, the case snapped open.
Vladimir looked at the case, "Come on, put one in and let's get out of here."
Andre looked scornfully at Vladimir, putting on rubber gloves and reaching into the case. Carefully, he removed a vial of clear liquid from it's slotted place inside the cushioned case.
Andre sighed, "This doesn't seem right, Vlad."
"It doesn't matter. We have our orders straight from the Throne."
"Orders can be forged."
Vladimir patted his AK, "So can mission reports," he gestured at Andre with his weapon.
Andre sighed again and took a close look at the vial. Though clear, there were small, silvery specks floating randomly in it. Holding his breath, he gently opened the sealed vial and slowly poured it into the well. He clenched his teeth as he heard the soft splashing noise of the water.
Vladimir glared at him, "Keep it down," he hissed.
"What else am I suppoused to do?" Andre emptied to vial's contents, inserted it back into the case, and sealed it, "Alright, let's get out of here."
Vladimir nodded, and the two agents slipped silently away into the night.
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