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Pre-Note: Commander Vladimir Romanov is my profile name for Comand & Conquer: Red Alert 3. He is a Soviet Commander and long-time friend of fellow Commander Oleg Vodnik.
This fanfiction is based on Command & Conquer: Red Alert 3.
Vladimir wears the military uniform that Nikolai Moskvin wears and also that red cap Oleg sports too since Zhana's green cap seems to be for female personnel to me in my opinion.
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Chapter 1: The Hammer-and-Sickle
Date: 09/23/10
Time: 19:00 AM
Current Location: Budapest, Hungary
"Commander! The Empire has begun its attack on the Motherland through the city of Leningrad. We must push back these impudent Japanese from our country." Dasha Fedorovich, Head of Intelligence, briefed through communications port.
Vladimir turned from his officers and faced the wide computer screen where Dasha, with her usual midnight blue uniform and cap and both laced in red, awaited his attention. A flat computer monitor sat beside her, facing the Head of Intelligence. Her sharp blue eyes gazed at him intently like a vulture to its prey.
"Ah, Dasha. Had the Premier assigned me to this mission?" Vladimir replied. Dasha nodded before a slight beeping sound from her computer caught her attention.
"The Fortress on the heart of the city is under attack, Commander! You will lead our Sniper Commando, Natasha Volkova, in this mission." Dasha's transmission box was cut in half as another transmission box opened to reveal a woman in red military outfit with a sniper rifle i her hands. She had short brown hair and wore the red Soviet cap. "Your Co-Commander, Oleg Vodnik, will help you in expelling these vermin off our country. Hurry, Commander. For if the Fortress falls, all will be lost." The screen flicked off blank. Vladimir turned to his officers, his jet black hair swaying along. His almost blood red eyes eyed every one of them.
"You heard her. If the Fortress falls, so will the Motherland. I will establish a base near Leningrad, assisting Oleg in our fight for our country. In the meantime, I want all of you to continue the attack on Britain through Brighton Beach. Dismissed." All officers saluted before hastily exited the Headquarters.
Vladimir observed through the radar that most attacking Allied bases had now withdrawn and are retreating from the city of Budapest. His command had captured Hungary, thus pushing the Allied west. He heard the doors to HQ open and turned to see Natasha Volkova, Sniper Commando of the Soviet Union. Natasha was a very peculiar person. She was supposed to be the most ruthless unit in the whole army. Rumors had it that she killed six Allied prisoners of war with only one shot. But that was not the reason that he was so intrigued with her. It was her zeal and determination to destroy the enemy that continuously attracted him to her. Her sharpshooting skills and cold demeanor often left him staring at her for hours at end.
"Sir. Natasha Volkova here, have you got a list for me?" She asked, her hand on her rifle. Commander Vladimir blinked as if he woke from a bizarre vision and nodded quickly to Natasha. Her face, however, still remained blank and in-control.
"You are to be sent to Leningrad to protect the Fortress there. Commander Vodnik's troops will be there as well to assist you in this dire mission. Know, Natasha, that this is very important. If we lose the Fortress, the hope of our people will be crushed and we will fall to this 'Empire'. I will not accept anything but victory. I expect that much of you. You did say that you can do 'anything', yes? Well, we shall see if you keep to your boast. Don't worry, Natasha. I will be joining you there. I will create an outpost on the outskirts of Leningrad. Perhaps Novgorod or nearer." Vladimir apporached the Sniper Commando and stared at her for a while before saying, "You are dismissed."
Natasha saluted before walking out. The Commander stared at the empty space where Natasha had been before the wide computer screen flicked on. There sat General Krukov, the most arrogant and self-centered officer in the Soviet Army.
"Ah, Commander Vladimir. It seems that the Premier has very high expectations of you. Too bad that Leningrad is just a diversion for the Empire's troops so my army can amass for a perfect strike on Britain, the last standing Allied country in the whole of Europe." Vladimir was calm on the outside but his control was shaking with the urge to shoot the whole screen. But he controled himself. Such action will only end in shame and humiliation. So he just smiled at the arrogant bastard.
"Yes, General Krukov. I am quite honored to listen to your advice to become a wise General like you." Vladimir replied with a sincerity so unlike him. The General glared at him before his face moved so near to the Commander that it already looked like a giant head.
"Don't dare to mock me, Commander. You may be good in battle, but I am better." And with a final scowl, Krukov disappeared from the screen. Vladimir realized that he was holding his breath so he let out a long gush of air. He waved for a soldier to come to him. From the looks of his uniforms and badges, he was a Major.
"I want you to prepare an offensive battalion for me and Natasha so we can surround Leningrad. I also want an MCV so I can establish a base near the city. Hurry. We will be leaving tonight." The Major saluted and said orders to his subordinates.
Vladimir sat on one of the nearby chairs at the strategy table. He idly rubbed his finger on the glass table where the map of the world lay underneath it. Tomorrow, he and Oleg will meet again. It had been a long time since he last saw his friend. Oleg was still a conscript when he saved Vladimir's life when he himself was still a Lieutenant. After that, they became so close that they were almost like brothers. Vladmir smiled at the memory. Oleg was rather different from most Commanders Vladimir had met. He has a nice reputation among the lower ranks and due to his background, a lot of conscripts respect him for his determination to ascend the ranks. He also had a simple but destructive strategy in battle. Oleg tends to disperse his enemy by assaulting them with legions of tanks, Kirovs and even the Apocalypse Tank. Unfortunate Allied Commanders had faced defeat by his hand a terrible blow.
But in reality, Oleg was a perfect friend. He never ignores any of his friends in need and is always ready to die before the enemy even take a step in Mother Russia. That was one of the qualities Vladimir liked about Oleg.
Soon. Yes, very soon. They will meet again. Vladimir was in Budapest while Oleg might now be leaving Helsinki, Finland.
By the time the battalion arrived, it was already 10:00 PM. Vladmir swiftly packed his things and boarded the special Kirov Airship for him. He walked up the platform to see Natasha Volkova standing on the top. She saluted when Vladimir grabbed her hand and pulled her into the hallway leading to the Command Room.
"I'm sorry about the way I treated you a while ago. I know I was a bit harsh and I feel I must apologize." Vladimir stared into her brown eyes. She was silent before a smirk played by her lips.
"No need, sir. You were doing your job. So now, I must do mine. We must both rest so we can prepare for the assault by dawn later. Good night, sir." Natasha saluted again before heading to her room. Vladimir stared at her retreating form again. This was becoming an eventful night. By 06:00 AM, the Soviet battalion will seize Leningrad back from filthy Imperial hands. Yes, this was becoming an eventful night for him. Not only did the Empire of the Rising Sun sacked Leningrad but also that of what General Krukov had said. He had said that the Premier expected so much of him. Vladimir was awestruck about that. He was just a Commander with a quiet profile. Not many know about him but to have the Premier, the leader of the Soviet Union, recognize him was simply heartstopping.
Only to few people would the Premier grace with his presence. He was a divine creature amongst mere mortals.
Thinking that he might already sound obsessive, Vladimir pushed his thoughts from the Premier and focused more on his invasion tomorrow. It might work if he would send Natasha first to take out the exterior defense squad he had seen through the IntelCom. Although he could also use some of his Sickles to execute them and besiege the other outlying defenses. It wouldn't be a problem for the Kirovs if there were not that many anti-air defenses. But to be sure, Vladimir would rather release his Sickles and Terror Drones to take out the defenses and send Natasha in to the Fortress.
But if something goes wrong, he could just launch Natasha through the Bullfrog AA to land near the Fortress and there, Oleg's troops stationed, lay the necessary defense for the large palace. If that wouldn't work, he would think of something. He wasn't the Commander for nothing.
Vladimir entered the Command Room and gave away final orders before retiring to his quarters. Unlike Kurkov and his elaborate V.I.P. Bunker, he was never one for extravagance. He believed that such decadence would only lead to mortifying defeat. He just acquired what was needed to be comfortable. His room just contained a small bed, a cabinet, a bathroom, a lamp and a small window to look out of. He laid his bag by the small cabinet as he felt the Kirov finally lift into the air and began, at a reasonable speed, soaring towards Leningrad.
Vladimir watched the recently captured Budapest as the Kirov left in its wake. He had worked tirelessly to conquer Hungary and he will not allow the Allies or even this 'Empire' the chance to destroy the Union. He'll have to rely on his subordinates to hold off any attack on Hungary. Any succesful attack on the city would pave the way to Russia's heart and kill it. He doubted, though, that the Allies can recapture it back. Not with the final warning Vladimir had left with his officers if ever any Allied unit would step into Russian boundaries.
He vividly remembered the ashen and pale faces of his officers when he gave his command.
"If any Allied ever step one foot on this city, I will tie all of you together and gut your bellies until all of you will be swimming in your own guts. Then I will slowly burn them while your all still bleeding. Don't dare disappoint me. I do not make empty threats."
He recalled one officer beginning to feel faint.
He undressed himself and took a fast shower before changing into his sleeping garments. He laid on his bed, thinking on how he will recapture Leningrad. Slowly, he dozed off to sleep but not before dreaming of Natasha again.