This chapter will mark the conclusion of the fic 'Red Alert,' however, another fic located solely in the VC Section, 'Red Alert: The Uprising' will come along at some point. This decision is due to the fact that, while RA2 and 3 units will appear in some form (Desolators, for instance), and Moskvin will appear in any following sequels I may write, the story of the GSSR is not one constrained to the Crossover section alone, but a Soviet-Imperial war would mark the use of units not used by either side in the games proper (Musings on the AnimeSuki forums between myself and another user, Firefly00, have produced many a unit that the Soviets didn't use in any RA games, ranging from MiG variants to M113 modifications.)
At the risk of this AN becoming a bit long, I wish to thank Mooarge (my apologies for the butchering of your name), and itrytofight for their support, along with the silent supporters who have read the fic, and the aforementioned Firefly00, for his aid in coming with new ways for the Soviets to curb stomp their enemies.
---Castle Randgriz, Gallian People's Liberation Army, GSSR, 1st May, 1936---
The blue and white flag of the Principality, and of the Duchy, no longer flew on any flagstaffs.
Marchenko looked out the window, bottle of Vodka in his hand, upon the flag that had replaced the old one. In place of blue, there was red, and in place of white, there was yellow. The coat of arms placed in the center of the old flag was replaced by the universal symbol of Communism: a red Hammer-and-Sickle, with a red outline of a star placed above it.
The PM turned his thoughts way from the glorious flag that now flew above the heads of the liberated people, and to the plans drawn up by a Gallian commander who had willingly joined the Party in their quest to liberate the people of Europa; Marchenko thought it odd that such a man would willingly fight for what would undoubtedly be considered the 'evil communists' for years to come, and the Atlantic Federation and the East Europan Imperial Alliance both had a sudden, but justified, fear of a sudden takeover of the government by Men from the Blue Lights, as had happened in Gallia.
But, such a fear was also unfounded: Marchenko and any Subordinates of his that spoke Russian with a good accent, were the only Soviets sent through.
Turning to the first Gallian commander in the GPLA, he spoke. "Comrade Commander G7," he began, "Plans for invasion of Empire are quite commendable, if recon photos and GRU are trusted. Only one problem; We don't have equipment or men to carry out such operation yet; projected we will have numbers from Universal Conscription by... 1939, but the equipment; tanks, aircraft, ships, by 1937."
The Gallian nodded, and replied. "I understand Comrade Prime Minister, but by then the Empire could have set their sights on us: By all means, they have greater numbers than we do."
"Yes, but, if some well-placed KGB agents can get this... Maximilian, into power, we could use his dislike for Darscens to our favor: Empire rejected aircraft out of racism, no? We play this up, and focus mostly on airborne assault, should take out the important infrastructure quickly, right? Without their industrial capabilities, Empire cannot build tanks; cannot build tanks, cannot fight our bigger, stronger tanks, no?"
"Well, the GRU and KGB reports said something about them having a plan B relying heavily on infantry, and one of the Valkyrur named..." the commander looked at the intel report. "...Selvaria Bles."
Marchenko laughed. "Ha! We have weapons to fend of any... Valkyria, who fight us, no? Tesla weapons, aircraft, Atomic weapons..."
"Atomic weapons, Comrade Premier?"
"Dah... can annihilate entire city in one pass. *Boom.* Like that."
G7 became a bit shaky. "Sir, are you sure that such destructive power... should ever be used by someone who isn't a Valkyria?"
"Of course: We develop it, we use it. Simple process. Valkyria is... biological error: they are mutants, not humans, in mind of mine. Since wars fought with humans, we don't use Valkyria here in GSSR."
G7 was a bit unnerved by the Premier's opinions on the superhumans. "Comrade PM, one Valkyria can annihilate an army! How can you say they should not exist?"
"Because; back in Glorious Mother Russia, we fought with guns, tanks, planes and missiles: No burning blue woman aided us or the Allies during the Great Patriotic War. In fact; such person would be... liability, not advantage."
G7 fell silent. Arguing with Marchenko was ultimately futile: once he made his point, his mind could not be changed.
To many, the Valkyria were gods; to the Communists, since to them there was no deity higher than the Glorious Comrade Prime Minister, the people who conquered Europa a little under 1500 years ago were mere errors in the gene pool.
This confused G7.
---Elsewhere in the city---
Clomp. Clomp. Clomp. Clomp.
The May Day inspections had ended; as a bit of proof that the Soviets were here to stay, they had held the grander of the military inspections in the Castle, while a few journalists from various parts of the world were allowed entry to show their nations that the Old Gallia was no more. A New Military, a New Leader, and a New Government, all of which had overrode the old ones.
Ellet found herself at the forefront of this inspection, as the new Rhino tanks rolled by, alongside the many thousands of Russian troops sent through the portals from the other side.
She looked upon the photos she had taken; while not a single reporter was allowed inside the tanks, she had managed to sneak into a Heavy tank parked for deployment in the Militia, which had been integrated with the GPLA. The photos, all of them black and white, could not capture the actual images on the screen, as green text in both Russian and Gallian appeared. She had found herself attempting to figure out the OSS as she had overheard some troops call it when they kicked her out.
Turning to look out the window, she watched as some Soviet troopers high-stepped by with their odd looking AK-47 assault rifles. While she didn't understand a word of Russian, she'd heard Marchenko translate the name as Kalashnikov's Assault Rifle, Model 1947, which was either him being cocky and thinking the weapon was eleven years ahead of it's time, or the other side of the portals was of a later date than the year 1947. The latter was correct, but she would never know that; there was much the GRU and KGB held close, from the prying eyes of a reporter.
She had heard rumors of the GPLA having a branch called the GPLAAF, or Gallian People's Liberation Army Air Force, but the only thing in the air during the May Day inspections was the 'National Hymn of the Republic,' and the words, sung in Russian by a chorus of the many thousands of Russian troops gathered.
After attempting to forget the tune of the song, and the first verse, to no avail, Ellet gathered her photos, and headed out of the room reserved for her by the KGB, the entire time having the odd feeling she was being watched.
---Gallian People's Liberation Army Air Force Headquarters, Nuclear Missile Sub-Command---
One of the less public of the Inspections was the Marshal of the Republic's visit to the command headquarters of one of the most well-concealed part of the entire military (save for the Submarines, though their secrecy was wearing off after Civilian reports of 'black sea monsters' when the ships came up for air).
"Comrade Marshal.," said the General in charge of the Nuclear Missile Sub-Command. "Comrade Premier..."
"Yes, yes," said the voice of Nikolai Moskvin. "Trust me; if Comrade Marchenko says it, I'm always the first to hear it."
"Yes, of course, Comrade Marshal." The General gave a salute.
Moskvin turned his attention to the screens. The main, dominating one displayed a map of Europa. Lesser ones showed the state of readiness of multiple missiles; every word was written in Russian; due to the secrecy of the NMsC, not a single Gallian, and only Marchenko's most trusted soldiers, were allowed into the bunker far below the Castle that housed the place from which the order to annihilate a continent would be given.
"To think, that the Prime Minister can make a phone call, and twenty minutes later kill millions of people," the General said.
Moskvin Chuckled. "Comrade General, I would rather Comrade Marchenko have that power than some idiot who would actually use it."
---END 'RED ALERT'---
The Story of the GSSR, and Welkin and Alicia in the GPLA is not finished, but this chapter in the the Republic's history has come to a close.
Leave a Review, then, in the future, look for Red Alert 2: The Uprising in the regular VC Section, since it will draw more from VC than RA (save for units and the like.)