RA2: Rise of the Nazis
By: Pho
Disclaimer: The characters are owned by Westwood, EA Pacific, whatever they are calling themselves this week. You know the rest, I don't claim to own the junk except original people, but they are technically WW's because it is in the CaC Universe.
Rating: PG-13
Professor Einstein wanted to change history for the better, again. He decided to give advanced technologies to Germany, his home country to counter the soon to come Soviet agression. Now he has yet again screwed up history. As this begins, it is an hour before the Soviet Invasion of the United States.
"Hail Chancellor Grumbler," shouted thousands of Nazi troops, raising their arms in salute, showing Nazi armbands.
"Today," began Chancellor Grumbler," the Soviet Union will invade the United States of America. While the Soviets are busy with the Americans, Professor Einstein has given us a new weapon. We have built many of them along our borders, calling them radio towers. We call them Prism Towers and Purification Launchers! With a solid defense, Germany can launch its own invasion of the rest of Europe!"
"Hail Grumbler!"
"Now assemble loyal troops. We march on France!"
The Kirov's bombs exploded in the skyscrapers. Paratrooping consripts had landed in the middle of the streets, their AK-47s cradled in their arms. They began to fire into the running crowds.
Screams were heard throughout the city. Blood began to cover the streets like a new coat of paint. One woman was begging for her life before a Soviet Conscript.
The consript lifted her up and threw her down. Calmly with a sneer he said," American whore," and put a bullet through her heart. Then looked down to her baby and shot it.
Several GIs fired down from buildings at the conscripts. However, several Kirov's were dispatched from regular bombings to destroy garrisoned buildings. Within hours the streets were deserted by all but the invaders. This was an invasion, an attack on freedom itself.
Nicolae Dumbledorf watched his fellow shocktroopers as they began to file into the Armored Personell Carriers. With his blue eyes he looked out behind them at the thousands of Tank Destroyers and Panzers. Behind them were the new Prism Tanks, and at the end of the line of this glorious invasion was the Assault Fortress.
The Assault Fortress was the greatest recent innovation in the Nazi Armed Forces. A seven meter long tank, with five mounted 12mm machine guns, two mini prism towers, two surface to air and surface to surface missile launchers, and a tailpipe capable of firing grenades. This invasion force had over a hundred of them. Nicolae smiled at the thought of the Assault Fortress in battle, crushing Jews and others unworthy of survival underneath of its massive treads.
Maybe one day he, he thought to himself, he would become a great warrior. On that day he might even be asked to join the Phantoms. Oh how wonderful it would be to become one of the elite warriors. Recognized by Herr Grumbler himself at being the best of the best.
They moved over the border slowly, then built up speed. French Grand Cannons were moving into firing position. Where was the air cover?
Flying low to the ground at first, several dozen Harriers dropped from the clouds. They armed and fired their missiles into the Grand Cannons, leaving burning, hollow shells. The smoke covering the entrance of Nazi forces.
The veichles raced over the countryside, destroying anything that moved. They set up small outposts along the way. A few days later the veichles were outside their destination. Paris loomed bright in the night sky, so unsuspecting. Most of its defenses consisted of pillboxes and a few hundred infantry.
The harriers dropped from the night sky and zoomed down into the City of Lights. Missiles roared into the pillboxes, leaving them burning wreckage, the smoke murkying the lights of the city.
Another wave of missiles launched into the city. The Eiffel Tower went crashing down, in a twisted pile of metal and tourist bodies. Other missiles hit other famous landmarks such as the Arc de' Triumph and the Louvre, leaving them as smoking ruins, remnants of their former glory.
Mirage tanks roared to life from their hiding places lining the streets. They had hidden as trees within the city for days. Burning infantry ran screaming as they were embraced by death. The Assault Fortresses began to fire their machine guns through buildings, and the mini prism towers' beams slashed into cars, bouncing from car to car the prism energy was released. Prism tanks moved to encircle the city, firing down as they moved into proper position.
A group of French tanks rolled out of a parking garage intent on stopping the Nazi invaders. Tank destroyers opened up from their positions, leaving unrecognizable wreckage and body parts where the French tanks had been.
The APCs and Panzers rolled into the streets to assist the Mirage Tanks. The APCs unloaded their troops and Nicolae took a breath of the air. The air was filled with the stench of everything from burning flesh to the stench of acrid smoke.
Nicolae moved forward with his squadron of shocktroopers to where they were assigned. They quickly sniped the guards at the Presidential Palace and scurried into it. They found the French President in the corner holding up papers above his ducked head. An officer took the papers, and motioned to Nicolae.
Nicolae hauled the cowering French President to his feet. He marched the President to the window, and moved him so he was looking out at the city he loved as it was burning, then he shot the President in the back. The body fell from the window, impacting upon the ground below.
His officer was smiling at what they had found in the President's hands, the papers were signed, and were France's surrender.
Two days later in the United States of America there was a briefing in the recaptured Pentagon. General Carville turned to face the Commander, Commander Thomas Smith.
"Hello Commander," began Carville in his I have bad news voice," I thought I would do you a favor for getting my office back so soon. How would you like to know about the United States chance for European aid?"
"Umm, I guess so Sir," said Commander Smith.
"The Europeans won't be helping us anytime soon. It seems the Nazis have taken France and are fortifying it. So the rest of the European allies are gathering their forces to protect themselves from Nazi agression. We're on our own Commander, and the Soviets seem to be winning."
Commander Smith looked a little green. Sort of like a person who found out their favorite relative had died and that they had cancer all in the same day as they had the flu. As he began to vomit General Carville slid the wastebasket over.
"For Heaven's sake Commander, do that in the trash can, not my office floor!"
By: Pho
Disclaimer: The characters are owned by Westwood, EA Pacific, whatever they are calling themselves this week. You know the rest, I don't claim to own the junk except original people, but they are technically WW's because it is in the CaC Universe.
Rating: PG-13
Professor Einstein wanted to change history for the better, again. He decided to give advanced technologies to Germany, his home country to counter the soon to come Soviet agression. Now he has yet again screwed up history. As this begins, it is an hour before the Soviet Invasion of the United States.
"Hail Chancellor Grumbler," shouted thousands of Nazi troops, raising their arms in salute, showing Nazi armbands.
"Today," began Chancellor Grumbler," the Soviet Union will invade the United States of America. While the Soviets are busy with the Americans, Professor Einstein has given us a new weapon. We have built many of them along our borders, calling them radio towers. We call them Prism Towers and Purification Launchers! With a solid defense, Germany can launch its own invasion of the rest of Europe!"
"Hail Grumbler!"
"Now assemble loyal troops. We march on France!"
The Kirov's bombs exploded in the skyscrapers. Paratrooping consripts had landed in the middle of the streets, their AK-47s cradled in their arms. They began to fire into the running crowds.
Screams were heard throughout the city. Blood began to cover the streets like a new coat of paint. One woman was begging for her life before a Soviet Conscript.
The consript lifted her up and threw her down. Calmly with a sneer he said," American whore," and put a bullet through her heart. Then looked down to her baby and shot it.
Several GIs fired down from buildings at the conscripts. However, several Kirov's were dispatched from regular bombings to destroy garrisoned buildings. Within hours the streets were deserted by all but the invaders. This was an invasion, an attack on freedom itself.
Nicolae Dumbledorf watched his fellow shocktroopers as they began to file into the Armored Personell Carriers. With his blue eyes he looked out behind them at the thousands of Tank Destroyers and Panzers. Behind them were the new Prism Tanks, and at the end of the line of this glorious invasion was the Assault Fortress.
The Assault Fortress was the greatest recent innovation in the Nazi Armed Forces. A seven meter long tank, with five mounted 12mm machine guns, two mini prism towers, two surface to air and surface to surface missile launchers, and a tailpipe capable of firing grenades. This invasion force had over a hundred of them. Nicolae smiled at the thought of the Assault Fortress in battle, crushing Jews and others unworthy of survival underneath of its massive treads.
Maybe one day he, he thought to himself, he would become a great warrior. On that day he might even be asked to join the Phantoms. Oh how wonderful it would be to become one of the elite warriors. Recognized by Herr Grumbler himself at being the best of the best.
They moved over the border slowly, then built up speed. French Grand Cannons were moving into firing position. Where was the air cover?
Flying low to the ground at first, several dozen Harriers dropped from the clouds. They armed and fired their missiles into the Grand Cannons, leaving burning, hollow shells. The smoke covering the entrance of Nazi forces.
The veichles raced over the countryside, destroying anything that moved. They set up small outposts along the way. A few days later the veichles were outside their destination. Paris loomed bright in the night sky, so unsuspecting. Most of its defenses consisted of pillboxes and a few hundred infantry.
The harriers dropped from the night sky and zoomed down into the City of Lights. Missiles roared into the pillboxes, leaving them burning wreckage, the smoke murkying the lights of the city.
Another wave of missiles launched into the city. The Eiffel Tower went crashing down, in a twisted pile of metal and tourist bodies. Other missiles hit other famous landmarks such as the Arc de' Triumph and the Louvre, leaving them as smoking ruins, remnants of their former glory.
Mirage tanks roared to life from their hiding places lining the streets. They had hidden as trees within the city for days. Burning infantry ran screaming as they were embraced by death. The Assault Fortresses began to fire their machine guns through buildings, and the mini prism towers' beams slashed into cars, bouncing from car to car the prism energy was released. Prism tanks moved to encircle the city, firing down as they moved into proper position.
A group of French tanks rolled out of a parking garage intent on stopping the Nazi invaders. Tank destroyers opened up from their positions, leaving unrecognizable wreckage and body parts where the French tanks had been.
The APCs and Panzers rolled into the streets to assist the Mirage Tanks. The APCs unloaded their troops and Nicolae took a breath of the air. The air was filled with the stench of everything from burning flesh to the stench of acrid smoke.
Nicolae moved forward with his squadron of shocktroopers to where they were assigned. They quickly sniped the guards at the Presidential Palace and scurried into it. They found the French President in the corner holding up papers above his ducked head. An officer took the papers, and motioned to Nicolae.
Nicolae hauled the cowering French President to his feet. He marched the President to the window, and moved him so he was looking out at the city he loved as it was burning, then he shot the President in the back. The body fell from the window, impacting upon the ground below.
His officer was smiling at what they had found in the President's hands, the papers were signed, and were France's surrender.
Two days later in the United States of America there was a briefing in the recaptured Pentagon. General Carville turned to face the Commander, Commander Thomas Smith.
"Hello Commander," began Carville in his I have bad news voice," I thought I would do you a favor for getting my office back so soon. How would you like to know about the United States chance for European aid?"
"Umm, I guess so Sir," said Commander Smith.
"The Europeans won't be helping us anytime soon. It seems the Nazis have taken France and are fortifying it. So the rest of the European allies are gathering their forces to protect themselves from Nazi agression. We're on our own Commander, and the Soviets seem to be winning."
Commander Smith looked a little green. Sort of like a person who found out their favorite relative had died and that they had cancer all in the same day as they had the flu. As he began to vomit General Carville slid the wastebasket over.
"For Heaven's sake Commander, do that in the trash can, not my office floor!"