Authors note: well peoples I dun goffed. It appears the chief that becomes king in the CG timeline already has a name… and because it is so gay I think I will stick with Markus or however da fuq I spelt it. and the Soviets still don't know that Britannia is on the americas continent but Britain. just wait till they find out (not this chapter.)
Ok now for replies:
Thepingman: i am quite glad about your review. and no Katyusha is not from Girls und Panzer. but i have seen the song from the show and i have been itching to find a place to download it.(and also i needed a bewautiful Russian nameto go with the moe level cute in ma head)
and don't worry the Union will not go to KMF. in fact only the elite models shall be able to manslaughter like in the show. in a 1-on-1 a Hammer tank will will if in open country (90% 0f the time)
and a knightmare on its own will win in an urban enviroment only 40% of the time (as Hammers have the Mag beam to imobilize them.)
the Union shall have a Kmightmare but it will be between a Hammer tank and Sickle in terms of cost (which means in game it would be sort of a higher speed even more lightly armoued alternative to the sickle but capable of anti-tank operations cause they will all carry large arse flak cannons)
and yeah in my CG timeline Russia was more of a landmass miltary superpower who was currently more afraid of the EU than brittania so thats why they were conquered due to sneaky capitalist suprise attack. and they did not have their own knightmare (but the reason is revealed next chapter. which should be up by the time you read this)
and also a bigger character dump.
Marshal Belinsky: it is indeed. but they should be glad it brought along most of their nation.
Hkblarg Et caetera: i will comrade, and here is a little something for you(ie: the new chapter)
RoyalTwinFangs: well i like your idea, so be prepared to see if i took it or not.
edboy4926: nope it has not. but will it get there? no one knows. except me! (trollolololol!)
Chapter three: the Scouting Japan, the taking of Novgorod, weapons of the future and more dramatus persona.
Admiral Valcheski watched from the bridge of his ship as the first transports and MCV sped forth to the shoreline of Japan, filled with Conscripts, Convicts, Hammer tanks and Bullfrogs. They were landing on the main part of japan, in hopes of being able to send an expedition to Tokyo while the prototype MCCS (Mobile Construction/Command Ship, a ship with 2 battle Cannons and the function of an MCV and heli pad) would remain by the coast and construct a base.
Overhead a trio of MiG-32 fighter bombers, recent proto-types given to him for testing, blasted overhead in a delta formation towards the coast; their mission was to cause some chaos by bombing a military facility the recon sortie found and evaluate their aerial capability by trying to antagonize them enough to scramble fighters.
Turning to his left he made for the communications section to the woman already on the screen. A young western Russian about 6'4 high, shoulder length black hair, board shouldered and not so well-endowed and was an aggressive person. But she did have guts.
"So Admiral, what's my mission? Blow up something? Kill so and so?"
Valcheski snorted at his impatience and held up a document.
"Your mission Sheska, as I have so been told by the Premier himself, is to establish a large base on the coast of Japan. But instead I shall do that while you go and scout the area with a sizeable force."
She smiled thankfully.
"At least I get to do the fun stuff while you dilly dally around. Well what do I get?"
Valcheski sighed and listed off the forces at her disposal. She deflated sadly.
"So that's it? Not even a V4?" "Nope" "Hammer tanks? " "In your dreams."
She cringed at the news of not being able to use her favoured unit.
"well what do I get that can actually cause damage and will not be a limp dick in the enemy's path?"
The Admiral smirked before adding a visual feed to her screen. Her eyes widened in shock and delight.
The unit on screen was a Kirov of massive size, almost double the normal in lengt, 1 ½ in height and twice as wide with several flak cannons placed on the balloon and two massive cannon aimed at the ground. As well as several hooks for vehicles to be carried.
Gregory Valcheski had never seen a giddier smile than the one Sheska Varkovoc had on her face, the insane laugh that was yet to emit. 'Better interrupt before she loses it.'
"This is the Sky Carrier. A massive predator of the skies and ground, this proto-type is only capeable of carrying small vehicles or a few squads of infantry but latter production versions will be able to carry aircraft was well. It's all yours for the duration of this campaign. Use it well commander and good luck." With that he cut the connection and made for his chair, being intercepted halfway by an officer holding a mug of steaming coffee.
"Here sir. Least I can do."
Gregory smiled. "thank you Khan. Most welcome, how's the fleet?"
Khan gave a sarcastic reply. "In tip top shape sir, though everyone is a bit grumpy. Might have to do with the sudden change of time."
The two laughed at the quick snippet. The fleet was destined for Italy and it was about 11:00pm at night when they ended up in-between japan and china. At 2pm in the afternoon and everyone didn't have their blinds drawn, luckily Valcheski and Khan were awake unlike most others.
"well I better get going. With your permission sir I shall go check the guns and then have a sleep."
"yes Khan of course. Of course! Geeze you have been up since… how long ago?"
"over 34 hours now!"
Khan shouted back as he left the bridge. Valcheski really liked the man, good subordinate, fun person in general and was a great kid. Khan was born in Britain to two Democratic Capitalists who had good wealthy lives. Khan in his early teens soon found Communism and openly prided himself on his different political and social views as well as greater community spirit. Of course for an Earl's son to love Communism was unacceptable and when his father learnt he was meeting was local Communist party members for discussions for what the next issue of Britain they would target for politicians to deal with the earl became quite pissed off and sent the police using his high standing in the government.
Khan was arrested and thrown in jail blocking the police while the others escaped. After several months in prison his CPB (Communist Part of Britian) buddies broke him out, evading several allied patrols they took him to the airport where they had arranged with a contact in the Soviet Union to get him out of the country.
As the plane took off his friends stayed behind, and were gunned down by allied peacekeepers even though they held no gun, no bomb or even bad word. Khan changed his name and swore vengeance for his friends, his comrades.
That's where Valcheski comes into the story. When Khan arrived in the Union news of the son of a British earl having defected, be imprisoned and busted out ending with the courageous sacrifice of his comrades in arms so he could escape had spread far and gained a fair bit of media attention. And since the kid needed a place to stay Gregory had volunteered, mostly due to the fact his son had died in a munitions accident ten years ago and he knew what it was like to be alone in the world.
The two were a little awkward at first, with Khans western upbringing and Valcheski not used to company again but over time the relationship hardened into a father/son like one, And ever since both had been glad to have someone else in their life whom they could relate to, Even if in the vaguest sense.
… two hours later… inland Japan….Mt Fuji…
Sheska Varkovoc looked down on the beautiful mountain that was Mount Fuji, its fluffy snowy peak looking much kinder than the rough snow of the motherland. The bridge of the Sky Carrier she had the honour of naming, Mother's Flaming Fist (or the MFF for short.) was very open for a vessel of combat. Several deck chairs had been set up by some of the crew and the Sickle pilots were currently lounging in the cargo hold with it open as to allow them to 'catch some rays'.
Undoing the top few buttons of her uniform she let out a relived sigh of joy at the cool air flooding her… rather small chest, though she would never admit it. Moving to the railing she thought back to her old academy friend with a softer smile. Isidor Makari, a kind and gentle guy who cared for his sister, she honestly missed him, his stupid smile that rough beard he used to have, much to her disappointment when he shaved it, and the fact he never won a drinking contest against her, though he was persistent. She liked that about him, liked him a lot.
Her reminiscing was interrupted by the intercom. "Landing in approximately an hour. 33km from Tokyo. Sickle teams stop tanning and conscripts get into your undercover uniforms! And at least try to learn a few words in Japanese!"
'speaking of which' Sheska thought. Reaching for the Japanese for Soviets handbook on her belt she started to flick through and search for phrases that would be most useful. Promising to herself to find her old friend, and possibly become more than that with him.
…Mother Russia, Siberia, seemingly random mountain. USSR research base K3…..
Dr Zelinski got off the government owned jet and onto the near frozen runway, snowy wind blaring all around as the security guard led him to a waiting car which he got in with vigour to get out of the cold. The guard got in the passenger side and the waiting driver took off, the cars specialized wheels didn't slide on the ice slick tarmac.
Inside the car Zelinski rechecked the documents the Premier gave him. The new orders for the teams working on the first new production type of the Vacuum Imploaders replacement.
The Imploader would still be used as a secondary weapon and for when less environmental damage was needed but once this new… old weapon was complete once again the Union would stand above all others and control a power beyond anyone's dreams. Zelinski was not too sure about giving Cherdenko this power but if this new foe was as tyrannical as the recon footage had shown he was willing to drop the issue.
As the car came to a stop the guard got out and opened Zelinski's door, gathering up the document he stepped out into the alcove in the cliff face, where a giant door of thick steel 30m high was buried in the rock. After a few seconds the door started to ascend into the ceiling , slowly revealing racks of tube shaped projectiles, each 40m long with a Red Star stamped on the cone, a yellow circle with three shapes arranged around it. And for now there was a good fifty to sixty.
In four years' time there will be thousands.
…elsewhere in the motherland….. Outside the city of Novgorod…Soviet Frontline base….
Commanders Isidor, Moskvin and Katyusha stood in the lone MCV, surrounded by a quickly growing base several dozen kilometres from Novgorod. The city currently had several Soviet spies in it, all professional KGB agents who had many years under their belts, as well as equipment of the latest sort that could even compare to allied spies.
The trio looked on at the screen while the KGB agents went about acting like they belong there. What they saw was utterly appalling.
"Now move along civilian!" shouted a guard to agent 03, who was trying to get footage of the enemy's humanoid machines. They were a fair bit smaller than the Japanese King Oni, but still quite tall. 03 had done a good job with the footage until a guard caught him watching, so he headed off to change outfit and find another military base.
07 had found a resistance cell. The cell was one of some several dozen across Russia against these foreign invaders and was bringing them back to the base so they could talk to them in person about the status of the home country.
01 had managed to corner an enemy officer, assassinate him, hide the body and steal his uniform and all related items. And was currently waiting for orders to sabotage the enemy when the attacks begun. The other agents were spread out listening to gossip, rumours and observing in general.
The enemy spoke English, that much was was clear but it was an accent none of them, or indeed anyone on the base had heard of. Not British, nor American, Canadian or even Australian.
Of course the accent didn't matter when the enemy were going to be gunned down in less than an hour.
"Now we will send Stingray platoons across the River here, here and there. Then using the seven MiG's we have to strike their VTOL craft from the skies and provide aerial suppression.
The using bullfrogs we will send conscripts and flak troopers over and into the city. We shall test out what works best on these human shaped machines." Moskvin pointed to a diagram of one of the things, its purple paint job making no sense in the snowy lands of Russia while its Machinegun was stupidly oversized and over stylized bodywork just looked ridiculous.
A NKVD trooper stepped through the door to the command room which was currently near empty and saluted.
"Sirs, mam. The resistance cell has arrived and 07 has gone back to Novgorod. The leader is requesting to inform you with one of his subordinates."
Isidor waved the man to send them in. a few seconds later a Burly west Russian man about 6'6 high, moderately muscled and bearing a thick luscious beard of honey brown stepped into the room followed by a meek silver haired girl of around 26 years who had a tiny frame and looked like a twig when next to the burly man, the big man wore what looked like a uniform simular to an officer while the girl wore a fur jacket that went to halfway down her calves and long baggy pants, combat boots as well as holding a folder in her delicate gloved hands.
The two stopped on the other side of the digital map table and saluted, the trio of Soviet commanders saluted back both parties lowered the salute at the same time. Isidor then introduced his party.
"Greetings, I am Commander Isidor Makari, this is my sister Commander Katyusha Makari and Commander Moskvin. We are planning to take back the motherland from these invaders. But first we need to know about them so any details you could give us would be very welcome."
The burly man spoke with a thunderous yet gentle voice.
"Greetings, I am Ivan Romanov and before you ask there is no relation to the Tsar in my family bloodline. This is my intel officer and daughter Sashi."
Sasha meekly waved from behind the folder which she used to hide most of her face. Ivan gave a hearty chuckle and put an arm around his daughters shoulder.
"As you can see she is a tad bit shy."
Isidor smiled "mmm… reminds me of someone I know."
Moskvin sighed "let's just get on with this; we have a schedule to keep. Western Russia in a max of two years, the rest in another two and the world after that."
Ivan looked at the Soviets with curiosity "so you plan world domination? You're not the first. In this era."
"Well who owns those robots?" Katyusha questioned while snipping the right leg of her uniform off where her leg ended with was a far bit above where the knee of the pant leg was.
"The current Rulers of Russia are known as the Brittanian Empire." Ivan looked at the Soviets to see if the name rang a bell. He got nothing but blank looks, a raised eyebrow from Isidor and a confused look from the youngest of the three.
"ummm….. Who are they?" Isidor asked.
Ivan gave a genuinely surprised look. "You seriously haven't heard of Brittania? Well then. There are an monarchical empire that owns 1/3rd of the world and was the first nation to deploy the Knightmare."
Isidor interrupted "You mean the human shaped combat machines?"
"yes, like that" he pointed to the image of the Knightmare type glasco. "those are the old Glasco models, the newer Sutherlands are rarely seen here in Russia but they are common around Magadan, where the Viceroy set up shop.
We have several Knightmares, most supplied by the EU an…"
"you mean the European Union?" interrupted Moskvin
"No Euro Universe. Why would it be called the European Union?"
"ummmm… we'll tell you later. Still would it be possible for you to deliver several of these Knightmares to us for study and possible replication?"
Ivan frowned "we need those as there are only about six in our possession, and none of them within easy reach." He looked hesitantly at the Soviets before sighing.
"But I can see you guys are well equipped, supplied more and have a bigger personnel base so I guess you could. Listen; before Russia surrendered we were working on a knightmare frame of our own."
The Soviet Commanders were instantly interested; in fact Moskvin was looking eager.
"Go on, you have our full attention."
"Deep in the Ural mountains we had a complex, relatively hidden and lightly defended as to not draw attention. Of course six weeks after the Britannian conquest they found out about the base and have since perched camp up there.
The proto-type is still inside, along with most of the research material. But they are locked away. And not even Britannia can open it."
Isidor smiled a politicians endearing smile and slightly leaned forward. "And how do we unlock it?"
Ivan smiled "some genius Russian engineering, a massive safe room with walls of Titanium reinforced steel several metres thick layered with the hard rock of a mountain which is all but impossible to drill on due to the slope. And the front door is a bit of genius work, an 80 ton Titanium plated steel door reinforced with a few 'experimental' metals. And is only able to be opened by six Titanium key's which are the only ones of their kind in the world." He paused and let it sink in. the Soviets letting out a breath of amazement, but then Isidor became curious.
"How do you know of this?"
Ivan smiled a sad smile. "I was a part of the command staff at that base. We were nought but two weeks from finishing when the order to evacuate came. Dr Helshlov stayed behind to try and get it finished. The garrison held out for one week, six days. All I know is that it's still up there, sealed within the impenetrable box."
As he finished his sad tale Moskvin had a glance conversation with Isidor.
M='are you thinking what I am thinking?'
I='oh yeah we should totally go for the Knightmare. What an odd name that. Knightmare. It's not even a guy riding a horse shaped robot.'
M= 'with it we could revolutionize our arsenal!'
I=' why not Humanoid Kombat Skin? With a K. Or maybe Roller suits?'
M= 'yes we would conquer half the globe in no time. So its decided then? We shall go after it when the mission is over.'
I=' I'm going to call it the Humanoid Combat Skin or HKS for shot. Fuck these stupid arseholes and their crappy naming.'
The two turned back to Ivan who had a raised eyebrow in question as what were they going to do.
"It's decided, we shall claim this Knightmare and use it for our purposes." Moskvin declared.
Isidor then pitched forth his idea.
"Also we shall rename them Humanoid Combat Skins. With a K!"
Everyone in the room gave him blank stares and raised eyebrows. Katyusha just laughed at her brother's stupid idea.
… Novgorod…..an hour latter… Soviet Assault on Brittanian barracks/base aided by resistance cell….
"Hammer tank moving!" replied the tanker as his orders appeared on screen. The battle was in full swing; MiG fighters had decimated the Brittanian VTOL's in less than a minute and were now guiding V4 rockets to their targets, shooting down several counter missiles.
The new Twinblade, TB-32, was already proving itself own the battlefield with swift cunning, striking down the enemy's infantry before quickly zooming on before anti-air could arrive.
The Hammer turned the corner to encounter a small gunfight between ten conscripts with numerous wounded and some dead against almost double their own amount of Brittanian infantry garrisoned in the far building.
The Tank's gunner grinned as he pressed the fire button, sending a shell downrange and into the building with a thunderous *BLAM!*, debris fell from the shoddy age worn building. Followed by several armour clad soldiers.
"Forward! Let's get point blank!" he shouted and the driver did as asked, accelerating the tank till most of the gunfire was focused on them. The trio could hear the bullets impacting sporadically as the got within 25 metres and opened up with the heavy machinegun they stole off of a Brittanian APC they stuck the Mag Harpoon on.
The HMG chattered quickly as it ate through the munitions as it did soldiers with equal hunger, the bullets tearing and biting through concrete to seek the warm flesh beneath.
With a cry of URAH the Conscripts ran forward, their ADK rifles blazing with round after round.
The Brittanian infantrymen within were panicking, most of their number were dead and ammo was running low, they started to fight a desperate and loosing batte. As the bullets started to die down not even a minute later the Soviets stormed the building… killing all that resisted.
…Command centre….
Isidor smiled as his men finished off the brittanian forces garisioned in the building, their soldiers were actually quite weak when it came to infantry… however the situation was not the same with these Knightmares.
Moskvin gave a quite curse as a Brittanian Glasco finished off a trio of flak troopers, the monotone voice of the program annoying him with each "unit lost".
Katysha was doing a fair bit better, her Stingrays (she attacked from the river) and twinblades were carving through the sector yet had only encountered Brittannian Squire tanks, infantry and a platoon of self-propelled artillery, most of which had been dealt with.
Moskvin had attacked from the South, his forces comprised of 2 v4's, 30 hammer tanks, 100 conscripts and 50 flak troopers, plus the rear line replacements coming from base camps.
He had sneakily maneuvered his troops to the north and ploughed through the defences. With 150 Conscripts, 25 Hammer tanks and 20 Sickles.
The battle would be over in at least half an hour, and the KGB men had performed their rolls well, 01 had managed to take out a communications relay by allowing 3,4,6,7 into the building. 5 was currently laying a few IED's along one of the more travelled roads by Knightmares in preparation with Isidors own orders.
A minute later 05 was done and signalled Isidor who grinned like a shark. He then selected a band of his sickles and ordered them to jump to the end of the street the IED's were Placed. Midway through their thrill ride a trio of knightmares left the base and came hurtling down the road, their weapons blazing and only causing large dents for the most part. As the Sickle squadron returned fire the started to move further away from the IED's. the trio gave chase and when the final one went over the IED's only then did 05, who had moved into a nearby ally way, press the button on his det cord controller.
The IED's went off with the force of several munitions crates caught in a wildfire, utterly disintegrating the legs, body and everything of the rear two while the one in the lead only got light cosmetic damage.
As it drove off 05 headed off to join the others at the comm. Centre, his mission complete he would wait with the others for his next objective.
Isidor was currently smiling at his win. 'Looks like they're not so tough after all.'
"That's pretty clever." came a meek voice from behind him. Isidor jump a little in his seat and turned around to find a youthful face framed in silver looking at his screen. Sashi Romanov stood in a straight military like posture though the knee length jacket didn't make her seem like it.
Isidor blushed a little "th… thanks, so what are you doing. Standing behind my chair all silent and kinda creepily."
She offered up a warm smile and inquiry "just watching. Is this how your people command all of your battles?"
He nodded before turning back around to handle the battle as well as converse.
"You see, the modern network relies on Satellite in high and low orbit with sophisticated equipment, of course the technology is EECM. The old network relied only on low orbiting satellites and high altitude recon craft." He explained as the battalion moved forward towards the enemy fortress. Moskvin had his V4's already bombarding its outer defences and his little sister was currently repulsing an attack on the river district. She commed him from the other command room.
"How am I doing big bro?"
"You're doing great, just watch out for those Knightmares, there a pain."
"will do Isi! Oh and also how long their defeated?"
He looked at the enemy's base, its walls were crumbling and defenders almost dead. They had encountered very few knightmares, and only three were left, one desperately leading the attack on the counter attack on the river while the other two were back to back in the fort.
One was highly decorated while the other not so much.
'well this is going to be short. Let's find out a bit about the world from Ivan. Speaking of which where is he?'
"hey Sashi?"
"mmmm"
"Where is your father?"
Suddenly onscreen a warning flashed up, a small band of resistance fighters were entering the fray with a knightmare, Glasco, at the lead painted in the same red as the Soviet flag.
"I believe that's him." She pointed at the red Glasco, its gun chattering away at the enemy knightmares and drawing their attention.
The highly decorated one dodged to the side while the others armour finally cracked and the cockpit block ejected.
Ivan leaped at the highly decorated one and Isidor could only wonder what made the burly Russian do such a thing.
….Novgorod…. what used to be a brittanian military base…..
Ivan pushed forward on the levers, driving his Glasco forward into melee range with the highly decorated one. His hated foe, the one responsible for the death of his garrison in the mountains two and a half years ago.
The highly decorated Glasco swivelled around to meet him and brought out its combat boutan. Ivan grinned and readied his as well. As the two forces traded shots the knightmares were quickly engaged in a melee that was astounding. Blows, counter hits and blocks were traded for over a minute, neither Frame willing to give up.
Ivan thrust the fist forward and caught the other off guard and then suplamented with another quick punch to the body and using one of his legs to snap off the land spinners of the other as well as break the foot to prevent walking.
The crippled knightmare tried to run before falling on its face, a loud thud sounded from its body with still living pilot. The battle coincidently ended a second after with the surrender of the last few infantry squads and tank. The men dropping their guns and tankers waving a white flag made of someone's shirt out of the cupola.
Ivan used his knightmare to get a grip on the cockpit as to prevent its ejection system and started to pull the metal apart to see the pilot underneath all the while muttering over the com.
"Finally have you now Lord Dale!" and with a quick pull the metal tor and bent like cheap plastic. And within was a young man no less than 23, dessed in clothes befit for a upper class Britannian, blue eyes and red hair which was combed to be going to the back of his head.
"Ander? Where is your father? And why are you here?" questioned Ivan in a considerably less angery tone to before.
Ander chuckled before his response "oh Lenderal went back to Magadan the arsehole. And he told me to stay out here the bloody prick, just cause I am his bastard child. Oh and who are these new friends of yours? I like the uniform"
Back at base the three commanders watched with interest at the new revalation. Man this was getting odd.
