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| The Murmansk Maelstrom; What could E-D possibly be up to now? | |
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| Topic Started: Jul 7 2008, 01:18 PM (301 Views) | |
| Eleytheria-Duo | Jul 7 2008, 01:18 PM Post #1 |
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OOC: Before anyone gets their panties in a bundle reading this, I have authority from NRE to proceed. Enjoy... This will be only the beginning... IC: Murmanska Oblast -- Russia Those bastards... They come from so far away, with such little understanding... So little understanding of the land, of us... They come with their wines, and their foods, and their traditions and spill it upon our good soil like a plague... The French, what an excuse for human life. They *dare* raise their vile flag above our rightful lands... But alas they are so far away from home, with so few provisions and goods, and no understanding of how the lands gives life, and takes it away in the same fashion. They won't survive... "They will not survive, because of their idiocy," Zinoviy Taktelitsovich explained, "When the winter chill is done with their bones, these lands will grind them to dust-- assuming, of course, we do not dispose of those bones to our wolves, first." He turned to face the flock of children that stood around him, "Beyond those hills, lies Murmansk. I was born there, it is my home, and one day, I vow, it shall be yours as well. We need only to wait ... The French will destroy themselves with their Pride and their Women. When they wake from their dreams, all they had will be gone, forever taken by the lands they neither respect nor care for." "You all understand what it is I say, despite the fact that some of you are only seven years old. You understand the concepts of what survival is, and how it means the difference between life and death. You understand this, when French children your age do not even understand the concept of bathing themselves. You are the next generation of the proud Russian people, the Murmanski people. As you grow and age you will learn to respect Duty, Discipline, Teamwork, Sportsmanship, and the Winter's chill. But above all else, you will learn to respect Family." "There is not a person here today that isn't part your family. We are all Murmansk, this land and its peoples, are your family. Don't any of you ever forget that. To give your life for your brothers and sisters is not just a noble thing to do, it is a duty that we all owe to each another. Come, let us return to Monchegorsk, while we survive, the French shall continue to die in their self-inflicted hell, for one more day..." Monchegorsk -- Murmanskaya The winter wind blew cold, stinging the eyes and biting the fingers of all who endure its relentless onslaught. In the distance, Zinoviy could hear his brother speaking over the loud-phone. But it was too indistinct to discern any of the words he was saying. As he drew closer, the crowd gathered at the Town square began to stare at him. To his surprise he heard his brother utter the words "... of what does Zinoviy understand of our needs? Nothing!" The crowds began to grow restless, the adrenaline of the fiery speech was sinking into the enraged crowd. Slowly, he walked by the frenzied mob that were shouting names and cursing "Zinoviy the Incompetent," but he could not hear them... His focus was on his brother, and through his thoughts "Traitor" came to mind like a divine whisper, his hands began to tremble with anger, his knees with vengeance, he felt neither the nip of the cold air nor the warmth of his breath, and suddenly... Calm. A calm so deep, that not even the thunder of a thousand armies could shake his spirit. He proceeded to approach his brother as he had always done before, as if nothing amiss had transpired. And his brother greeted him, as if nothing had happened. "Tell me, why do you do this, Fedor? Have I not always been like a brother to you?" "Yes, Zinoviy. Always. And I love you as such, but we have our differences that can be hidden no longer." "So, this is it, then? All that we've ever worked for to unify our people, this is how we divide ourselves once more?" "Divided only for a time, my Brother. Only for a time. When one of us dies from this, it will be inevitable that the majority will rally behind the successor. Whoever that may be." Zinoviy nodded, "So you acknowledge that one of us will not survive our next meeting." "I do understand this, indeed. I also do not hold anything against you for resisting, I would do the same in your position." "I know you would, you are my family, I would be disappointed if you did not." "And I to you, dear brother. And I to you." Zinoviy turned his back, and made leave of the town. "Oh, and, Zinoviy! If you do succeed, I do not envy you! Only to loose one brother to gain the responsibility of several billion more!" Fedor shouted. Zinoviy smiled, but he did not look back. He loved his brother dearly, but this would be the last time they would meet on peaceful terms... He made his way to the harbor, for on the other side of the lake stood one of the Armies that had been amassed during early attempts at reunification. Here, his fate would be sealed, for better or worse... --- To be Continued --- Edited by Eleytheria-Duo, Jul 7 2008, 01:21 PM.
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| Eleytheria-Duo | Jul 8 2008, 04:18 PM Post #2 |
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Thoughts raced through Zinoviy's mind, five years ago nobody could have believed that such unity could be achieved within Murmansk, a land divided and torn asunder by the loss of its old Government. Just as the struggling land was healing, the possibility of free, fair and open elections only a year away, this happens... What a waste, he thought to himself. What a waste of all that was rich. As he continued to reflect on all that had transpired over the past five years, from the burning of the Bazy to the Kandalaksha Insurrection, the Pilot of the craft shouted down to him that they had arrived. The setting was so beautiful, pristine; Peaceful, even. It broke Zinoviy's heart to proceed any further, but what other choice did he have? So much was falling apart... Their would-be Country was looking increasingly fragile with each passing month. If anything was to be salvaged at all, he needed to act fast, kill his brother, and instate himself as the sole ruler of the Murmansk Nation. From anarchy he would bring order, if he had his way... Stepping ashore, he soaked in the scenery before proceeding, it may be the last time he would ever experience the gentle laps of the lake as a free-- nay, living-- man. Posted Image Zinoviy made peace with the fact that this may be his last day on Earth, and continued down the cold, windy dirt path. After nearly a two hour walk, a large encampment came into view. His presence did not go unnoticed, many heavily armed men began to approach him with caution. All of the soldiers knew who the man was, after hearing what had happened in Monchegorsk, they also knew why he was here. "Syer, the General has been expecting you. He wishes for you to meet him in his office, if you would follow me," a corporal asked. "Of course, lead on," Zinoviy replied. The young lad showed him through the camp, and as they continued, just their very presence drew attention. News had spread extremely quickly of Fedor's proclamation of rulership over Monchegorsk and its dependencies. The young soldier escorted Zinoviy inside of a small, but well lit wooden structure, about 34 feet (10m) long and 16 feet (5m) wide, they were in a small room with two doors, one in which they came through and one which lead directly to the office. The man pointed towards the door and said farewell to their guest before taking his leave. Knocking, he received a swift reply signaling for him to enter. He did so. "Mr. Taktelitsovich, please, come in," said General Dmitriy Kyuvolov. "Thank you for your time, General," Zinoviy replied, "You have heard of what has happened, then?" "Who has not? This Fedor is not taking his time, he has already asked for support of the Western Division." "And what of you, General, has he asked for your support as well?" Dmitriy laughed; "He has, indeed. But I will not simply hand over my loyalty merely because he sends me a flattery telegram. And I certainly will not swear my allegiance to him after that scumbag Kolya already has." "General Kolya Borodin? He now leads the Western Division?" "Indeed. I suspected the bastard murdered his superior to usurp the position. Saveliy was my friend for thirty years, I will not let his vociferous murderer go unpunished." "Fedor will likely move against you if he succeeds in securing his power base in Monchegorsk. He wouldn't allow an uncommitted army so close to home pose such a threat." "I am aware," the General began with a grin, "That is why I am throwing my support behind you, Mr. Taktelitsovich. For that is why you have come, is it not? To break Fedor's stranglehold on the Capital?" "Capital? I don't recall it being a Capital of anything, but yes. Yes, I cannot stand against Fedor alone." "Every Government needs a Capital, Mr. Taktelitsovich. After this is over there'll be a new rule over these lands, a new Nation. You've my full support." Zinoviy nodded "Have you thought of confronting Fedor yourself, General?" "I've thought about it, but what if I do prevail? What then? I am a military man, Mr. Taktelitsovich, not a statesman. That is your responsibility, not mine. Besides, I could not go a day without being with my men, they need a clean Commander, not a dirty Politician." The two men laughed at that statement before taking a more serious tone. "Fair enough, General. If we are to beat Fedor at his own game, we will need to move fast, and move now." "Agreed. This man is your brother after all, and you know him best, is there any particular location he would likely consider of interest?" "He will undoubtedly give orders to the Western Division to split in two groups, one to march upon Olenegorsk, the other to secure Monchegorsk, which will further be divided to guard the Monchegorsk Airbase just North of the city, across the lake. If I know my brother, he's counting on the fact that Monchegorsk is in a highly defensible area, and will need less support as Olenegorsk, which can be easily flanked." "Interesting analysis, Mr. Taktelitsovich. Such a move would be an interesting strategy, but it is also a fatally flawed one." "General?" "Those men will not live long enough to Garrison Monchegorsk ... Not when a team of Engineers could move across the lake and rig the only bridge on the North side with explosives. The only other way into the city with that large a force would be to traverse the entire lake. No, undoubtedly they would attempt to fall back to the airport, where I believe our former Spetsnaz would just love to join them in dance. Following behind them will be... Well... Use your imagination." "There's not a more capable general in all of Murmansk, I see," Zinoviy replied with a grin. "Your damn right there isn't..." --- Meanwhile --- "I must say Fedor, I never thought the day would come. For years we dreamed of a proud Murmansk, a free Murmansk, but now we can finally set things in motion." "Indeed, my old friend. The Monarchy is finally coming together. Assemble your troops, we will need to act fast. If I know my brother, he'll make our newly found Capital and Olenegorsk a target." "Then we should head out now, as it stands the only thing between him and our cities is mileage." "Right. Split your forces, I want your regulars to head for Olenegorsk, chances are he'll attempt to besiege the place, as its poorly located. As for the other group, I want the recruits to circle around and approach Monchegorsk from the North while your best forces will sweep around the lake and approach from the west. I don't trust the fact that the North side only has one bridge in and out of the city, if they beat us to it, we'll be unable to secure our capital." "A sound plan, and what of the Airfield?" "Send the recruits that way, give them a bunch of old dilapidated planes to guard." "How do we know they are not functional, again?" "I've gathered credible intelligence that says they do not. Trust me, Kolya, all is well." "Very well. Any further instructions?" "Yes there is, start hauling ass before we loose precious time. My brother may be an idiot but he is not slow to react." --- To be continued --- |
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| A.Q. | Jul 8 2008, 08:58 PM Post #3 |
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Encrypted Transmission From: QEO (Qalaa'i Emir's Office) To: General Zinoviy Taktelitsovich We would like to donate ☬15 million to your cause, and would like to offer to purchase decommissioned Qalaa'i ships and vehicles, as well as Yasaman Ind. products, on the condition that you keep us in good standing if you unify Murmansk. Edited by A.Q., Jul 8 2008, 08:59 PM.
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| Eleytheria-Duo | Jul 10 2008, 01:23 AM Post #4 |
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OOC: Actually, Zinoviy isn't a general, and never was never affiliated with the Armed Forces, he's fought only a handful of times during the Kandalaksha Insurrection and the Revda Separatist Conflict. IC: While the Qalaa'i message had been received by Zinoviy, there was no time to reply at the moment. The two parties involved needed to move swiftly, and without delay, the two armies were a mere 40 kilometers apart from one another, and their objectives were smack between the two. Kyuvolov's forces had split, one division moving directly towards the Airfield, a team of Engineers crossing Lake Imandra, and the other division sweeping around the southern end of the lake to seize the capital. Meanwhile, General Borodin's forces had split into three large groups, one heading for Olenegorsk, another heading towards the Airfield, and the other sweeping around Monchegorsk from the west. ... Due East of Monchegorsk Airbase ... With lightning swiftness, the former Spetsnaz closed the distance with frightening speed, the brush was thick, and made for excellent cover. They had not seen direct combat in over two years, but nothing about the thrill of cutting down their enemies were lost to them. They came across a clearing, and the dilapidated hangars came into view in the distance, frosted vegetation and shrubbery growing up the walls. "Panthera to Staz, we're in position." "Understood, Panthera. Shadow is in position to crack the ice, expect unfriendly movement to be channeled your way. Go when ready." "Yest'sir. Panthera out." Commanding officer Vasiliy Trokhov motioned his hand, everyone reacted immediately, shouldering their rifles, peering down the iron sights whilst slowly creeping forward through the tall, snowy grass. Upon reaching the outskirts of the Airfield, the soldiers scattered and sprinted across the pavement to take shelter behind any object they could, unbeknown to what may be lurking inside the base. Despite being within only a few dozen meters of the Hangars, there wasn't a sound, a shred of movement. The Spetsnaz went door to door, kicking them off their hinges and searching each and every one. Nobody was there, just rusty old planes that would make scrap material an understatement. It soon became apparent that they were possibly the first ones to set foot in the Airbase with intent in years. "Panthera to Staz, Airbase is secure. Awaiting Orders." "Staz to Panthera, hold position and dig in, bandits sighted due west of your positions." Everyone looked at each other before quickly jumping back into action, scrambling to take up a stiff defensive posture. "Move it, move it!" Vasiliy shouted, "If they want new aluminum for their potatoes then see to it they pay for it in blood!" ... Meanwhile -- North of Monchegorsk ... "Komandir, Borodin! Movement spotted across the bridge, assuming Monchegorsk has fallen into enemy hands, orders?" "Impossible! They could not have arrived so quickly! If there are any civilians around the bridge, order them to evacuate the area immediately and return to their homes. Lethal force is authorized if necessary." "Yest'sir! Sevyer company, out!" "Move across, double time! Evacuate all civilians from the bridge! Use force if necessary!" With a quickness, several groups of infantry fell in formation and sprinted towards the bridges, oblivious to the fact that only feet beneath their feet were 50 kilograms of explosives, rigged to explode as they crossed. The sound of their boots echoed across the river basin, and then... Posted Image The blast was terrible, vaporizing all who stood on the bridge, hurling thousand pound chunks of concrete into the sky and sending razor sharp pieces of steel ripping through the air, a gigantic dome of pressure mushroomed out, striking Sevyer company with horrific force, casting them to the ground in a daze. To everyones astonishment the chaos only began, within the blink of an eye, 240 soldiers were instantly killed, the bridge collapsed into the lake, and fire began to set the nearby trees along the bank ablaze. Across the other side of the lake, the Engineers quickly scattered towards the city, they glanced to the west to see Borodin's secondary brigade swiftly descending upon their position, hellbent on securing the city before the Eastern Division arrived. Word reached Kolya and Fedor of the destruction of the bridge. "How the fuck did this happen?!" Kolya bellowed, slamming his fist into the table, "How did they reach Monchegorsk so quickly?!" "If that City falls I will kill you myself, Kolya!" Fedor stated coldly. "The city will not fall," the General replied before grabbing a radio "Colonel Pavel, your forces are isolated from Monchegorsk, proceed to the Airbase, discover if anything there can be used as a makeshift pontoon." "Affirmative Command, out." Sevyer company, isolated on the other side of the lake, quickly turned towards the airfield, due East of their location, oblivious to the fact that General Kyuvolov's forces had already secured the airstrip. South of Monchegorsk itself, the second division of Kyuvolov's forces were converging on the city to rally with the Engineers, whom themselves had Borodin's troops hot on their heels. Meanwhile, Kyuvolov and Zinoviy were already on their way to take part in the battle for the Capital to be. So many of Borodin's forces were up in Olenegorsk that his men were now heavily outnumbered by the superior force of the Eastern Division, though scouts reported that the army was now marching south, their role in the conflict would be minor before this battle would be resolved. The Eastern Divisions forces rallied with the Engineers in the Southern outskirts of the City, before pushing back into the Urban front to directly combat the Western Division. While the two sides postured in Monchegorsk, Borodin's forces were closing in closer and closer on the Airfield. To make matters worse, the reserves up in Olenegorsk had picked up pace to join in on the fight. If either side was to prevent a stalemate, they needed to act, and act now. --- To be Continued --- |
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| Eleytheria-Duo | Jul 13 2008, 02:17 AM Post #5 |
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Monchegorsk had become the center of the storm, as the two sides rushed into the City, they dared not wish to be the last ones to secure the town center. Near the City Capital Building, house-to-house skirmishes broke out spanning dozens of blocks long. General Kyuvolov's jeep skid to a halt in the City streets, only a short distance from where the combat was escalating into full swing. "Zinoviy, word just came in that Borodin and your Brother are within the City, if we act fast we can catch them off guard and dispose of the both of them." "Understood, I have a feeling my brother will be looking for me, I shall do the same. What of you?" "I'll be keeping an eye on the battle lines, as a General should. You be careful out there, Zinoviy. Your the best hope we've had in years to reunify Murmanskaya, don't get yourself killed." "I wouldn't dream of it, General," he replied, loading a handgun. Zinoviy jumped out of the jeep and disappeared running through a dark alley. As for the General himself, he slowly stepped out and walked in the direction that the Colonel had set up a Command post. Zinoviy stealthily but quickly dashed through the City with great agility, he knew where his brother would likely be, the Capital building library. The library housed many records that Fedor would need to legitimize his rise to power, without them, his claims were hollow as any other mans at this point. The fact was not lost on Zinoviy, and the destruction of these records would seal Fedor's fate. The documents wouldn't be important to Zinoviy's own rise to power, as the people would recognize his achievements as merely liberating them from a mad dictator, and he understood this. With all of the fighting continuing to focus on each other, he easily slipped passed the combat and into the Capital Buildings well concealed courtyard, from there it was a matter of simply walking into the building, though the tell-tale sign that Fedor was already here struck him when he noticed the front doors slammed wide open. He pulled out his sidearm and swiftly but quietly charged into the building. He could hear the shuffling of objects hitting the floor and being pushed aside above his head, in the Archives room on the second floor of the building. Slowly, he ascended the stairs, and the shuffling grew louder. Soon he could hear his brother cursing impatiently trying to find what he was looking for. Zinoviy continued to climb the stairs when one of the boards beneath his feet creaked, suddenly the shuffling stopped and all went quiet. Suddenly, Zinoviy found himself tumbling down the stairs as a massive book landed square in his chest, soon a figure jumped down at him, everything happening so fast it was a blur. If it were not out of pure instinctive reaction to grab the shiny metallic object flying at him, he would have had a foot long knife sunken into his chest cavity. He struggled with Fedor until he was able to roll him off and jump to his feet, but his brother still held the massive blade. Fedor lunged himself back at his brother, and the wrestling ensued once more, but Zinoviy was overpowered and thrown to the floor. Fortunately, he landed next to the handgun, he grabbed it and quickly took aim at his brother, whom realizing his mistake, quickly fled up the stairs. Zinoviy wildly fired a few rounds off, but all of them missed. He took pursuit. Following behind his traitor brother, he heard him mumble something about the "Roof...Escape." Escape? I think not! He continued to chase Fedor until he reached the access door to the roof, which was left wide open from the previous users haste. Suddenly, he took a more cautious approach, as he neared the exit, he seen his brother jump over the roof's edge, he fired a round and struck him in the arm, Fedor let loose a shrill scream. Zinoviy ran to the edge and, below him, Fedor cowered on a balcony, looking up at his victorious brother; "It looks like you won the battle, after all, brother," said Fedor with a shivering grin, "Its a shame you'll never live long enough to rule these lands." He didn't even reply, instead, he shot his brother in the chest. Fedor grimaced in pain before slipping off the edge of the balcony, laughing, before falling to his death. Down below, he could see the Western Division scattering, while fighting his brother, General Kyuvolov's forces had slain General Kolya Borodin in battle. Kyuvolov looked up to see Zinoviy standing victorious, he smiled proudly at this great victory. Zinoviy, overjoyed with their success, threw his fist into the air in triumph. Out of the corner of his eye, he caught the sharp glint of glass coming from a window, as he focused, suddenly, everything seemed to become as if it were in slow motion, so much became so clear to him... His brother was right -- he wouldn't live passed this day. "Shit..." he uttered under his breath. The silence of the air was foully broken by the deafening bang of a high powered rifle, his head exploded in a stream of blood as he was thrown off the edge of the building with horrific force. When he finally hit the ground, he lay quiet, motionless... Dead... The would-be ruler of Murmansk, had failed... --- Monchegorsk, Murmanskaya Respublika ... Twelve months later --- Posted Image Despite the death of both the Taktelitsovich brothers, Murmansk found unity under General, now President, Dmitriy Kyuvolov. His political rivals, Borodin, Zinoviy, Fedor, all dead. What nobody in the Republic knew was; The sniper bullet was from one of his own men. The brothers' foolish youth to trust either of the ambitious opposing generals lead to their ultimate and untimely demise. Here in Murmansk you can speak of loyalty, but only when politics are not involved. When there is statesmen in the room, loyalty is an illusion, a weakness. Dmitriy knew this, and although he took no pleasure killing Zinoviy, he had no choice if he wanted any real position of power. For years he sat on the sidelines, waiting... To him, the brothers were nothing more than a Casus Belli to make his move. "Fuck them," he thought, "Fuck them and their idealist beliefs." This was Murmansk, they were Russians. Russians don't negotiate in politics, they take what is rightfully theres. Force is the only authority to which people understand and respect. And finally... The might of a semi-united Murmansk was solely within his grasp. There was much left to do, however. The Kola Peninsula remained largely anarchic, the bastards in Kandalaksha that made his life hell still remained free of his rule, the French still occupied Murmansk, Murmashi, Kola, Severomorsk, and Polyarnyy. Cities which were rightfully theirs! So Kyuvolov plotted... He plotted the destruction of his foes, the fools that call themselves Democrats in Apatity, the Kandalaks, those bastard French to the North... Hell, if Yshurak stands in the way, to hell with them too! Perhaps even destroy those stoneless bastard gallic Pascoag inbreds while they're at it! After all ... the Crusade of the Murmansk Republic, has only begun... Posted Image Edited by Eleytheria-Duo, Jul 13 2008, 02:39 AM.
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| Porcu | Jul 17 2008, 09:59 AM Post #6 |
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Considering the history of the French held territory of Murmansk the Swiss-Roman Republic of Porcu fully recognizes the right of the Russian people to free themselves and create their own government. Should it be agreeable to the newfound Murmansk Republic, Porcu would be honored to establish diplomatic and economic relations. |
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| Toussaint | Jul 17 2008, 02:17 PM Post #7 |
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The President would like to extend formal recognition to the new nation of Murmansk, and would also like to meet with his Murmanski counterpart in Vienna at the soonest possible time. |
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| Eleytheria-Duo | Aug 23 2008, 05:51 PM Post #8 |
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"In times of growing turbulence and uncertainty, one must have friends to turn to in times of need. Murmanskaya agrees with your offer, and would be more than pleased to meet your excellency in Vienna." |
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