RA2: Rise of the Nazis
By: Pho
Disclaimer: EA Pacific, formerly known as Westwood owns Command and Conquer, not me. I don't claim to own any of it or anything. I'm just writing this fic for entertainment.
Rating: PG-13
Chapter 2: Expansion


"Comrade General Tanya, I have summoned you to my office for a reason," said Premier Romanov.
"Why Comrade Primeir," asked Tanya.
"I have executed the bumbling fool Vladimir. You are his replacement, congratulations Comrade General."
"Yes, congratulations," said Yuri softly.
"Comrade Premier, allow me to prove my loyalty to the Soviet cause," said Tanya.
"Of course Comrade General but what...," began Premeir Romanov as Tanya pulled her pistol and shot Yuri twice in the heart and once in the head.
"He was planning to betray you Comrade Premier," said Tanya.
"Do you have proof," roared Romanov.
"Of course," said Tanya handing a file from a chair to Romanov, inside it were Yuri's plans and diary.
"This is...convincing," said Romanov as he looked through the file.
"Comrade Premeir, I will give you a victory over the Americans wherever you wish," said Tanya fiercely," just name the location."
"We already hold New York City, but we lack a foothold in the western part of the United States. I want you to take Los Angeles," said Romanov," with a foothold on both coasts we can finish the American Pigs quickly."
"It will be done Premier."


"Nicolae Dumbledorf, you are the soldier who executed the French President?"
Nicolae was sweating profusely, he was being questioned by Herr Grumbler himself. He had no choice but be honest," Yes Herr Grumbler," he said, voice trembling.
"I have ordered you here for a reason. We wish to take Italy, but the Italian's defenses are great. We would take heavy losses even if they are inferior to us. We need small squads to land and do damage.
"I want you to lead one of these squads. Kill the Pope and blow up a few dozen civilian structures."
"I will do my best Herr Grumbler, but is this not a mission for the phantoms?"
"I know of no such group," said Herr Grumbler coldly.
"Of course Herr Grumbler, I must be mistaken."
"Do your mission," said Herr Grumbler, voice as chilled as an artic wind, with an 'or else' implied.



"Commander Smith," said Luietenant Eva," the Soviets have begun an invasion of Los Angeles."
"I'll lead a defense immediately," said Commander Smith, and then his eyes widened.
"I think that we can let the Soviets have the city," she said, stripped down to her red bra and thong.
"This is entirely innapropriate, I should have you court-marshalled for," began Commander Smith.
Eva leaned forward and placed her lips on his. As they began to kiss she felt his body with her hands, but he could not see the Soviet insignia on her bra clasp.



Siege choppers landed on the tops of several buildings. They deployed and large shells shot out into nearby military positions. Pillbox after pillbox was gone in fiery smoke.
Kirovs began to float in the distance, levelling several dozen Naval Shipyards. Smoke rose from the burning shipyards and ships.
Rhinos and larger Apocalypse tanks ran into the streets, shooting at parked cars, running people, and into crowded buildings. Conscripts ran past burning wreckage, shooting anyone who moved.
An hour later, Los Angeles was fully under Soviet control and classical music was playing full of subliminal messages about becoming loyal Soviet citizens. Similar techniques had been used to turn loyal Americans into Soviet spies, such as Lt. Eva and even Comrade General Tanya.



Nicolae Dumbledorf looked down at the old man in the bloodstained robes before him. As his orders had stipulated the Pope was dead. But he added a little something, he used a Spanish gun to kill the Pope, the Spanish would be blamed for the murder.
Nicolae signaled his team it was time to go. One of them pulled a small remote control from his pocket. He pressed the red button.
Around the city, several dozen packed buildings blew apart, killing hundreds and injuring thousands. Seconds later similiar explosions began occuring across Rome from the other teams' explosives. Now they would leave under the cover of chaos.
They repelled out the window and into a waiting boat. The boat engine roared to life as they sped away.



"What the Sam-hill happened Commander," demanded a furious General Carville.
"Well sir," the Commander began, but couldn't continue.
"I don't care about your excuses. We lost Los Angeles today because our forces there weren't even reinforced. It is your fault Commander Smith," raged Carville," get out of my sight."



"You did well Comrade General Tanya, I hear our operative in the Capitalist Pigs, command structure aided you," said Romanov, happy.
"Yes Comrade Premier, Lt. Eva did her job well," said Tanya.
"Good, good. With footholds on either side of the United States the capitalist pigs called Americans will fall before our armies."
(Well I told you it was an alternate Red Alert Two. Tanya and Eva are both Soviets, and Nazis are here to boot.)