This is my first C&C fic. It's supposed to take place after RA2, but
I'm not sure I got the timing right. This is just the intro. I'll start
the resistance part in the next chapter. I don't own any of the C&C stuff.
Please give me reviews.
Prologue
Vladimir Romanov the second sat quietly in his dark office in the Kremlin, waiting for the first report to come in about his invasion of the world. Yes, the allies had defeated his father once, and the Soviet Union twice for that matter but he would win. They had let their guard down again, even after the revolution he led to revive the glorious Soviet Union once again.
Yes, he might not have the brainpower of Yuri, or the Chrono technology of the allies. He had more; he had the ability to alter matter itself. It would be that power that would bring him to the throne of earth. The throne that so many people before him tried to get. They all failed though. He would succeed were they had failed.
"Sir," a voice said into the intercom on his desk. It was one of the nameless soldiers that would gladly lay down their lives for the Union. "Our first attack is going perfectly. Europe is under our control."
"What?" the head of the new Soviet Union said in surprise. "So soon. It has hardly been one hour since I gave the order."
"They cowered at the face of our mighty armies, but they fought hard. We were losing so we used the weapon. All except Britain surrendered after observing its destructive power. After watching some of their cities, and the people that inhabited them, get their particles mixed up and crumble they came around."
"Excellent," the fat man said with a chuckle. "Hold your attacks for now. I am satisfied with Europe for the moment. Disarm every man women in child in every house. I want no resistance. If there is," he gave out a sigh, "Destroy their capitals. And tell them you will do so as well."
"Yes sir," the soldier said back into the intercom, his face beaming. He then ran off to the radio room to give the orders. They would then be transmitted to the splendid forces of Romanov and Europe would be his. He knew they would give in. They had seen his power and wouldn't dare challenge it. America on the other hand. They were going to be the problem. They were brilliant in battle, as he had seen before, and as strong as a rock with their morale. They had seen the face of death and marched openly into it. They won too. Romanov reached down to the red telephone with the word America printed on it. He picked it up and it immediately dialed to the president.
"What the hell do you want?" the presidents yelled angrily at the other end. "What are you doing?"
"Just dominating the world," the man said casually in response. He then gave out a menacing laugh. "And you're next. Now surrender America or suffer the consequences. I'll give you thirty minutes to respond."
"Here's my response," the angry president said as he hung up. A few seconds later the young soldiers voice came over the intercom again. He was very excited.
"The Americans just launched nuclear warheads at us sir. They're heading straight for Moscow."
"No worry," he replied calmly. "Just go and tell the matter fighters to take them down."
"Yes sir," the man replied as he went to follow out his orders. He waited in silence a few minutes, gloating over his victory. It had taken Hitler a month to take Poland with the help of Russia. It had taken him an hour to take Europe. It seemed unbelievable, but it was true. It would be taught to the children as the great invasion of 1987, were their glorious leader, Romanov the second, had freed the world of all oppression. The soldier that had been reporting to him the past few minutes about the invasion came over the intercom once more.
"It worked sir," he said, happy that his life was out of danger. "You're brilliant. Now the pathetic American's will fall like Britain did."
"Yes, yes," the Soviet leader said as he picked up the phone to the White House.
"What the hell did you do? How did you.?"
"Shut up," the Russian man cut off the U.S. president. "You should not have done that. Now you will pay the ultimate price." He slammed the phone down and gave out a sigh. He then hit a button on his desk and a small screen came up. He pressed another button and a second later the screen visualized into the face of a middle aged man."
"Hello brother," the man said with a smile. "What would you like?"
"Quiet Dimitri. I need you to use the matter cannon on America."
"Which city?" Dimitri Romanov, brother of the Soviet Union's leader, asked.
"Washington D.C."
"But I thought you said you wanted the nations leaders alive."
"I did," the fat man said. "But the American's will fight to the bitter end if their leader is alive. The other nations, they would surrender at the loss of any city, but not America. They have fought even after their city of Chicago was destroyed."
"Yes, but they fought after Washington was under Yuri's mind control."
"They had a chance to save their president there and they did. I hope that with the loss of D.C. it will cause enough disturbances to allot us some time to deploy the shock troops. Then we will have America, and the rest of the world, under our control. The glorious Soviet Union will make the world the way our first leaders envisioned. And I, Vladimir Romanov the second, will come to rule the world with you at my side." The man on the screen before him gave a sly smile at his brother.
"Yes brother. I will do whatever it takes to bring that day to come." He then hit a third button and the transmission ended. Romanov congratulated himself at his own victory that would come soon. Nothing would stop him now. Nothing.
Prologue
Vladimir Romanov the second sat quietly in his dark office in the Kremlin, waiting for the first report to come in about his invasion of the world. Yes, the allies had defeated his father once, and the Soviet Union twice for that matter but he would win. They had let their guard down again, even after the revolution he led to revive the glorious Soviet Union once again.
Yes, he might not have the brainpower of Yuri, or the Chrono technology of the allies. He had more; he had the ability to alter matter itself. It would be that power that would bring him to the throne of earth. The throne that so many people before him tried to get. They all failed though. He would succeed were they had failed.
"Sir," a voice said into the intercom on his desk. It was one of the nameless soldiers that would gladly lay down their lives for the Union. "Our first attack is going perfectly. Europe is under our control."
"What?" the head of the new Soviet Union said in surprise. "So soon. It has hardly been one hour since I gave the order."
"They cowered at the face of our mighty armies, but they fought hard. We were losing so we used the weapon. All except Britain surrendered after observing its destructive power. After watching some of their cities, and the people that inhabited them, get their particles mixed up and crumble they came around."
"Excellent," the fat man said with a chuckle. "Hold your attacks for now. I am satisfied with Europe for the moment. Disarm every man women in child in every house. I want no resistance. If there is," he gave out a sigh, "Destroy their capitals. And tell them you will do so as well."
"Yes sir," the soldier said back into the intercom, his face beaming. He then ran off to the radio room to give the orders. They would then be transmitted to the splendid forces of Romanov and Europe would be his. He knew they would give in. They had seen his power and wouldn't dare challenge it. America on the other hand. They were going to be the problem. They were brilliant in battle, as he had seen before, and as strong as a rock with their morale. They had seen the face of death and marched openly into it. They won too. Romanov reached down to the red telephone with the word America printed on it. He picked it up and it immediately dialed to the president.
"What the hell do you want?" the presidents yelled angrily at the other end. "What are you doing?"
"Just dominating the world," the man said casually in response. He then gave out a menacing laugh. "And you're next. Now surrender America or suffer the consequences. I'll give you thirty minutes to respond."
"Here's my response," the angry president said as he hung up. A few seconds later the young soldiers voice came over the intercom again. He was very excited.
"The Americans just launched nuclear warheads at us sir. They're heading straight for Moscow."
"No worry," he replied calmly. "Just go and tell the matter fighters to take them down."
"Yes sir," the man replied as he went to follow out his orders. He waited in silence a few minutes, gloating over his victory. It had taken Hitler a month to take Poland with the help of Russia. It had taken him an hour to take Europe. It seemed unbelievable, but it was true. It would be taught to the children as the great invasion of 1987, were their glorious leader, Romanov the second, had freed the world of all oppression. The soldier that had been reporting to him the past few minutes about the invasion came over the intercom once more.
"It worked sir," he said, happy that his life was out of danger. "You're brilliant. Now the pathetic American's will fall like Britain did."
"Yes, yes," the Soviet leader said as he picked up the phone to the White House.
"What the hell did you do? How did you.?"
"Shut up," the Russian man cut off the U.S. president. "You should not have done that. Now you will pay the ultimate price." He slammed the phone down and gave out a sigh. He then hit a button on his desk and a small screen came up. He pressed another button and a second later the screen visualized into the face of a middle aged man."
"Hello brother," the man said with a smile. "What would you like?"
"Quiet Dimitri. I need you to use the matter cannon on America."
"Which city?" Dimitri Romanov, brother of the Soviet Union's leader, asked.
"Washington D.C."
"But I thought you said you wanted the nations leaders alive."
"I did," the fat man said. "But the American's will fight to the bitter end if their leader is alive. The other nations, they would surrender at the loss of any city, but not America. They have fought even after their city of Chicago was destroyed."
"Yes, but they fought after Washington was under Yuri's mind control."
"They had a chance to save their president there and they did. I hope that with the loss of D.C. it will cause enough disturbances to allot us some time to deploy the shock troops. Then we will have America, and the rest of the world, under our control. The glorious Soviet Union will make the world the way our first leaders envisioned. And I, Vladimir Romanov the second, will come to rule the world with you at my side." The man on the screen before him gave a sly smile at his brother.
"Yes brother. I will do whatever it takes to bring that day to come." He then hit a third button and the transmission ended. Romanov congratulated himself at his own victory that would come soon. Nothing would stop him now. Nothing.
