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The Snows of Kamchatka; Post-Dominion
Topic Started: Oct 6 2009, 12:16 PM (349 Views)
Alberto
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Valentin Meroslav came from a distinguished family of the military aristocracy .
His father had been general, his grandfather had been and so on, all in the Ducal Marslavan Army .
He had himself frequented the military school, graduated second in his course and started his career in the Army as had done his three brothers .
The cruelty of history shattered and wiped out the entire family across the globe in the useless fight of the Dominion : Janos, the elder brother, had led a regiment in Poland and had been killed in action, Domenic had sided with the loyalist forces and had died in South America, killed by the Imperials, Julia had died under the Russian bombs and Jaroslav had been killed during the insurrection of Prague .
Valentin was so the last surviving member of this great family, but he was confined to a far away in a tiny base of the forgotten regions of Siberia .

Few years before he had received his assignment to Petropavlovsk-Kamchatsky, a tiny town of three thousands souls, in the middle of the Kamchatka peninsula .
There were one hundred men of the Dominion Armed Forces, nearly all Marslavans as in this period the Dominion Army sent the Marslavans in the least important posts as they were deemed to be unreliable .
The surface of Kamchatka was bigger than Italy but its population was of just twenty thousands people, whom only four thousands were whites living in the agglomerates .
Except Petropavlovsk-Kamchatsky and its arounds, the area was largely unmapped and the interior was prevalently populated by tribes which had never seen the civilisation .

The one hundred men with their equipment were cut off of the world, the only contact being a small merchant ship led by a sympathic NCO of the Dominion Navy and transporting their salaries .
When the ship arrived, generally once every two months, Valentin and the NCO would discuss around a bottle of vodka and he would learn by him the declining situations of the war fronts where fought, spread across the globe, the Dominion Armies .
Then the visits of the ship became rarer and rarer and finally didn't come anymore, ceasing any contact between the soldiers and the exterior world .
The last time it came the ship had brought Valentin all the telegrams communicating the death of his brothers, the NCO had seen the tears in his eyes and had done the only thing he could do to appease him : he had given him his best bottle of vodka as a present .

The troops in Petropavlovsk-Kamchatsky had waited for months the arrival of the ship, this while the city grew more and more discontent and unhappy with the lack of food and primary items that had been brought until now from the sea .
The men hadn't been payed since months and they were growing unhappy too .
As he walked over the white snow in the roads of the town, Valentin thought that he had to find something to make survive the city and his unit .
The smell of the carcass of a reindeer brought him to the outskirts of the town, where the white colour of the snow and the green of the woods create beautiful, yet misterious, landscapes .
Beyond these forests there was an entirely unexplored land, there there was the survival of the Marslavans and the few thousands of whites of the Kamchatka...
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Siberia had always been totally untouched by the civilisation, its only inhabitants being the Indigenous tribesmen and the few fur traders who would be brave enough to go through its rivers to make their exchanges with the tribes .
The latters lacked of any technology and led a calm nomadic life : the harshness of the territory weas partly compensated by the abundance of commestible animals and war were not very frequent .
In Kamchatka the different tribes prevalently lived thanks to fishing and hunting : the ones living in the coast were quite well known by the local traders, but other tribes had never met the white man as the last expedition inside the territory had been done in the XVIIIth century .
The most well known of the tribes was the one of the Kuriaks, people of fishers which made up th ehalf of the overall population of Kamchatka .
Their villages, made up by wooden houses built near the sea, were frequented by the Eastern and Cossack traders since longtime .
This was overally all the knowledge that the common man had about Kamchatka, but nobody really knew what was beyond the coast .

One day the company left Petropavlovsk-Kamchatsky on their horses and their equipment, to never be seen again by the locals .
The men of the company didn't really know what their Captain intended to do, but at least they would move and they felt that they would survive better in the interior of Kamchatka : since they had brought with them their weapons, it was clear that they would not limit themselves to make a walk .
The company had three officers : Valentin Meroslav, Lt Janos Kavsacwy and 2nd Lt Theodor Porak who had arrived only three months before .
The three officers were the only to know what were the plans : one night Valentin had called them in his small office and had told them his intentions .
They knew that they were leading their men along the coast to the nearest Kuriak villages, take some guides who would lead them to the villages of the interior and then spread the terror among the unarmed ( spears and arrows were not very effective against machineguns ) and pacifical indigenous to dominate the interior of Kamchatka .
The horses of the 1st Platoon led by Theodor were the first to enter the infinite taiga, with all its trees and wild bears : it was march and the winter and its sad white colour was leaving its place to the life of spring and the peaceful colours of a resurrected vegetation .

At the end of the beginnign of the night, the men of Theodor could see the huts of the nearest Koryak village, the young Theodor and two NCOs rode to the first houses, hoping that the locals would welcome them in the same way that had been done in the past years with the fur traders .
For a surprising coincidence they three men found the village in total disorder, with the locals fighting against a rival group .
The latters seems to be winning, pushing the Kuriaks to their huts and surrounding them and making them prisoners one by one : they had already reached the village and were starting to burn its houses .
Theodor saw this as an opportunity to start new relations with the village, he drew his horse to the fight and, followed by the two NCOs, started to shoot in the air .
The enemy started to faulter, but didn't flee yet : it's there that a shot stroke one of them who fell dead .
At this point the enemies panicked and fled bringing with them their dead .
The shaman and the chieftain came both, tired and shocked, to the young officer who couldn't naturally understand them before the chieftain talked to him in a strange russian .
Apparently the enemies were member of a tribe of the interior who had a contemption with the village about the hunting areas, they had come to have their revenge after that one of their hunter had been wounded by the Kuriaks .
Theodor, with a Russian which was as unsure as the one spoken by the chieftain, promised his help against the other tribe ; the premises for the destructive presence of the Marslavans had started .


Edited by Alberto, Oct 8 2009, 11:20 AM.
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"Sir?"
"Yes Igor?", The office was immersed in total darkness, as the Arctic winter had already arrived from outside never even see a little 'light.
Only cigar lit from his superior gave out a faint light.
Igor stopped at a distance "Sir unit of the fleet have identified a group of soldiers who occupied an isolated settlement in Kamchacta".
"Who are they?" He asked his superior.
"I do not know sir, spy planes have not been lowered enough, however it is armed.
"Hmmm," murmured the above "send in a new survey, this time let it down enough to investigate properly," the light shone for a few seconds to show off the features of the face planted even a military base at a certain distance and osservategli "
Edited by Filo, Oct 8 2009, 01:15 PM.
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Days, then months passed .
The Marslavans has totally curbed the resistance of the villages of the interior : coming with modern weaponry and capturing the local villagers, generally without bloodshed .
These people generally ended in the Kuryak villages, who later sold them to Chinese or Russian merchants .
Initially Cpt Meroslav had offered his services to the leaders of the coast : in change of a compensation under form of food and slaves, the Marslavans would have totally cleaned the areas populated by enemy tribes, at the south of the village of Tegil .
The enemies were the so called Chauchen Kuryakks, who lived thanks to the hunting of raindeers and the raids to the villages of the coast .
The Marslavans applied diligently to themselves to the task, they were desperate, hungry and could do anything for a compensation, however the officers knew that this was only an expedient before having a better prize....
Meanwhile the Kuryaks breathed again as they could live again in peace, until the horses of the Marslavans approached, the men dismounted and machinegunned the entire population, nobody could resist them and it soon became a horrible slaughter .
Surely it was the first time that the men shot istantly at the tribesmen, Valentin and his men had definitely chose ruthlessness, leaving any moral consideration aside .

Covered with blood and with a shaken expression on his face, Lt. Janos Kavsacwy entered the tent in which Valentin had decided to put his " HQ " ( consisting of a desk, the skin of a raindeer and his Siberian concubine ) .
His boots left red traces over the carpets and the skins of animals that covered the ground, before finally stopping at two meters from the desK .
" Janos, it's two months that we don't have any news from Petropavlovsk-Kamchatsky and this worryes me " told Valentin, who didn't seemingly care about the spots of blood that were everywhere
" I understand sir " answered Janos .
" You seem quite shaken Janos, I think you need to change a bit your mind, I am sending you there to bring food and ammunitions "
" Yes sir " Janos started to walk away and then turned back " sir, was this slaughter really necessary ? "
" Nothing is necessary Janos "
The Lieutenant stared for few seconds at Valentin and then nodded, he admitted that his Captain was right, they were striclty unneccessary in a land which was totally unncessary .
Yes, the permanence in the tundra has rendered totally arid these men, who could now do anything to break this sense of boredom which derives from the cold, the huge extent of the land, the lack of any other civilised man .
No, killing the Kuryaks was not a problem for these men, who dreamed of being more than warlords and took a path of perdition .
Edited by Alberto, Nov 18 2009, 12:29 PM.
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Spy plane report 1111.

Foreign forces have been identified.
Their origin is unclear, though appear a handful .
Their intentions seem hostile and seem to have already submitted several villages in the peninsula.

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Supreme command NAN for the north pole.

Sent a team to become familiar with the foreign forces.
NOT engage in battle without provocation.
First identify for certain.
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