Novaya Russia Reborn
HEY EVERYBODY! HOW ARE YA!? JACK HERE! I recently reacquired the first RTS game I really got into: Empire Earth. After finally beating the Russian Campaign, I thought what would it be like if Grigor turned out to be the Hero that Molotov percieved him to be, rather than the Villian he turned out to be. I don't expect a lot of people to read this story since there are only two other fics in the Empire Earth section, both concerning Novaya Russia, and they never made it past chapter 1... I WILL finish this story, and won't be super long.
Disclaimer: I don't own Empire Earth, that belongs to Sierra Entertainment. I do own any OC's I add to advance the plot.
Summary: What if Grigor wasn't the Villian he turned out to be in the end? what if Grigor II had corrupted his dream of Novaya Russia.
CHAPTER 1
It had been a long, hard fought battle, but th e Cyborg Sergei Molotov and the American Molly Ryan had finally managed to destroy Grigor II. With the Mechanized Tyrant eliminated, they made there way through the bunker that housed the founder of Novaya Russia, Grigor Illyanich Stoyanovich. Molotov hopes Grigor will see reason and turn away from world domination, and Molly hopes so too... but she wouldn't mind if Grigor was beyond saving... she really wants to kill him. Finally they reached the command room where a Young Grigor was looking over a map of the world. "So they American and the Traitor grace us with their presence, no," he said mockingly, "I must know what drove such a loyal man as yourself to betray the motherland."
Molotov stepped forward with a somber expression on his face, "It wasn't until Grigor II had ordered us to exterminate the entire population of Cuba that I saw the truth... The Black Robe staged a when this order was given, but Grigor II anticipated this and had an Army of Cyber's ready to carry out his orders... It was then that things truly took a turn for the worst." The moment he heard this, Grigor gave Sergei his complete and undivided attention. "From that day on, no human was allowed to serve in the military of Novaya Russia... They were all sent to camps and forced to work as slaves... The citizen's of the motherland were enslaved by that tyrant, and from then on he relied totally upon armies of cybers, insuring total loyalty... And proved that war was little more than a game to him."
Grigor found himself outraged at this: to enslave the people of Mother Russia was unforgivable. "I am glad you told me this Molotov," the Crocodile confessed, "It is clear that my... successor, had intentionally left this out."
"Oh geewiz," Molly said sarcastically, "I wonder why."
Grigor looked at the map for a moment before saying, "We still need to gain control of Moscow... fortunately, this will be quite easy with the aide of Nanotechnology, and two seasoned veterans such as yourselves."
"You expect me to work for you," Captain Ryan asked cynically, "As if!"
"I clearly need to prove to you that I am not the monster you think I am, Ms Ryan," Grigor said calmly, "And I want to end this conflict with as little bloodshed as possible... but that will only be possible if I have the two brave warriors who destroyed the machine that sought to enslave all of humanity while perverting my dream of Novaya Russia."
"Tch, fine," she replied, "But you must not go beyond Russia's current national borders. No conquest. No subjugation. No. Slavery."
"Very well then Kotik," Grigor conceded with a charming smirk.
Molly actually blushed at being called a pussycat... it was clear that she had caught the eye of the Great Crocodile. "Fuck you."
"I look forward to it."
Molotov was surprised to see Grigor flirting with Molly Ryan. Surely he realized how much she hated him, right? But he immediately realized what it is that Grigor finds so attractive about her: she's a strong woman who isn't afraid to voice her opinions... Grigor Illyanich Stoyanovich sees Captain Molly Ryan as an equal. "We should head topside soon," the cyborg suggested.
"Da, we should," added Grigor. They then headed to the surface where Grigor laid eyes on the remains of his successor, Grigor II. "Sergei, would it be possible to use my fallen successor's design to create a Cyber Command Unit?"
Molotov carefully took these words into consideration before saying, "Da, but it would take some time... Grigor II underwent extensive upgrading to his AI... we'd have to eliminate the programming that gave him sentience."
"True, and this should also make room for new programming, like being able to coordinate a group of cyber's using a secured Wi-Fi uplink."
"Da," Molotov said in agreement, "You've outdone yourself again Grigor."
"Then there should be no trouble with producing said units on a larger scale," Grigor summarized.
Sergei sighed deeply, "Normally you'd be right, but Grigor II was built using extremely rare, but highly durable materials: his design could be seen as the forerunner to Nano Technology."
"Interesting," the Father of Novaya Russia noted, "Exactly how many do you think we'd be able to produce?"
"No more than five."
Even Molly had to admit it was a Genius Tactical Decision: using the Mechanized Tyrant's Design to create a Cyber Command Unit capable of Coordinating the various Cyber's would increase their combat efficiency dramatically. Even if they could only make five of them... And yet, they still weren't fully utilizing the full potential of these mechanized warriors. "Why hasn't anyone designed a Cyber for Non-Combative use?"
Molotov and Grigor were surprised by this suggestion. "I believe it is because the world was in a state of war for so long that nobody ever thought about it," stated Molotov.
"Then that shall be something we do once we've gained control of the Kremlin," declared Grigor, "In the meantime, we must focus on the task at hand."
"Not to sound like a pessimist, but the Ushi Party has taken considerable losses," Molly pointed out, "It'll be months, if not years, before we can launch an effective Counteroffensive."
"And since we helped to current Russian Government attain Future Technology, the odds will no longer be in our immediate favor," added Molotov.
Grigor nodded in agreement, "Then the only reasonable choice is to fortify our position, and begin making making preparations for a long term conflict."
Molly nodded before thinking about how to use the assets available to them in the region: the Fortifications around Volgograd, Saratov, Rostov, Voronezh, and the Ukrainian Base are still relatively intact. The troops garrisoned at each location have been all but wiped out. There are still functional Cyber Factories and Laboratories in Voronezh, making it a top priority to secure the city. It also helps that the Ushi Party has copies of the various Cyber Designs that their spies had been unable to steal. There are also a good number of Civilians in each city who could help rebuild the Fortifications and reconstruct the Defense Grid for each of one... but the citizens of Ukraine and the people of Voronezh do not trust Grigor... So they'll have to prove that the Crocodile can be trusted. "As it is, the Citizen's of Voronezh and the Ukraine do not trust you Grigor," the Colonel pointed out, "So you're going to have to prove yourself trustworthy to them."
"Then prove it I shall," he declared, "let us go to Voronezh immediately." He walked towards one of the few functional Pegasus Transport Helicopters left and said, "I shall begin the relief effort there."
XxxX
The Helicopter touched down at the center of Voronezh, where a group of ten soldiers armed with laser weapons, all extremely tense due to the circumstances. They immediately prepared to open fire when the saw Grigor Illyanich Stoyanovich hop out of the Helicopter. "Stand down," ordered Molly, "if we wanted him dead, I'd have shot him already."
They lowered their guns, but we're still on guard from all the fighting. Grigor took this opportunity to speak, "I understand that you see me as the one responsible for all the death and destruction this war has caused, and you're absolutely right... Therefore I am here to lend aide to the people of Voronezh and by extension, their Ally Ukraine in return for Voronezh becoming the Capital of Novaya Russia."
"And why should we trust you," one of the men shouted eliciting cheers from the citizens of Voronezh.
"I vow to help the people of Voronezh, Rostov, Saratov, Volgograd, and the Ukraine rebuild their devastated cities... Should three months pass and I fail to make progress in fulfilling this vow, I am giving Captain Molly Ryan my express permission to end my life."
Molly was shocked upon hearing these words: this situation was as win win as it got for her. "I got to admit, I'm a little torn over this," she replied, "As much as I want to kill you, I also want to see these people get their lives, homes, and what have you back."
"If it's alright," the Garrison Commander, Colonel Ivan Dragovich spoke, "we'd like to discuss this amongst ourselves."
"A decision made with in in haste is a decision you are more likely to regret," Grigor said assuringly, "Take as long as you need... In the Meantime, My people and I will get started on rebuilding the city."
The people spoke amongst themselves for a good three hours, allowing Grigor and his men to repair the gaps in Voronezh's walls before the Colonel returned with their answer. "After much consideration, we have decided to join Novaya Russia," he announced.
"This is splendid news Colonel," the Crocodile said happily, "I am placing you in charge of National Security as commander of my new Elite Forces, the Black Robes... You showed that you are exactly what I'd expect of the person I would give command of my Elite Troops by not only surviving a war with an enemy who is technologically superior to yourself, but by destroying more of your adversaries than anyone else on your side."
Dragovich was surprised by this: while it was true he had destroyed more Cybers than even Captian Molly Ryan or General Sergei Molotov, he never expected to be given such an important position because of it. "I am honored sir, I shall train the Black Robes to be the pinnacle of Novaya Russia's Ground Forces."
"I'd expect nothing less from one of my Commanding Officers," Grigor said with a smile.
DONE!
Alright, the first chapter is done. Again, I don't expect to get a lot of views and reviews for this one, but I'm not writing this story for recognition. I'm writing this story because I want to.
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