RA2: Rise of the Nazis
By: Pho
Disclaimer: Yeah, yeah, you know Westwood, EA Pacific or whatever is the owners of Red Alert 2 and all related things to it.
Rating: PG-13
Chapter 3: Diplomacy


"Congratulations, Captain Dumbledorf," said Herr Grumbler," your mission in Italy was a complete success for our cause. Even as we speak, our forces are taking the crippled peninsula of Italy, and they have met little resistance."
"I am glad Herr Grumbler," said Nicolae nervously.
"Now I have a different mission for you. One which requires diplomacy..."
"I will do what my nation needs of me Herr Grumbler," Nicolae said, trying to sound confident.
"Good, because we are sending you to the United States of America," said Herr Grumbler," you will make peace with the American Capitalists and give them our prism tower technology."
"With all due respect Herr Grumbler..."
"No, no. We would never do that. We wouldn't give them the technology. We're giving them the technology with a code built into the circuits of the prism towers. One which will allow us to take control of the towers with a press of the button."
"That is so devious," responded Nicolae, forgetting to use Grumbler's title.
"Yes it is, isn't it," replied Grumbler stroking his chin," the prism towers will become vital in American defenses, as well as any who ally with them. Then when they least expect it, we will turn the button on and the American Pigs and their allies will fall to what they thought was their own defenses."
"Yes Herr Grumbler," said Nicolae smiling," and knowing how insecure these Americans are, they will put at least one on every streetcorner. They will trust us because we have helped them to slow the Soviet advance."
"Exactly Captain. Exactly," Herr Grumbler said with a nod," when the plan is over we will be the dominant world power, and then we will strike against the Soviet Union."
"When do I leave Herr Grumbler," asked Nicolae, eager to inact the plot.
"In an hour."


"Commander Smith," said Carville as Smith came into his office," this is President Dugan."
"Mr. President," said Smith shaking heavily with nervousness.
"Commander, aside from the Los Angeles disaster, I've heard nothing but good things about you," said Dugan with his politician smile.
"Thank you sir," replied Smith, still shaky.
"The reason we called you here is simple Commander," said Carville," we need you to protect an airbase in Oregon. We have ambassadors that will be flying out of it with a harrier escort, they're headed for Korea."
"These negotiations must happen Commander, without Allies we could lose this war," interrupted Dugan gravely.
"Now as you know Commander, the rest of California has fallen to the Soviets, and for some reason, there doesn't seem to be any resistance. In fact, most of the population has volunteered for the Soviet Military.
"This is a threat. Oregon and California share a border. If the Soviets catch wind of our ambassadors they'll launch a full scale counter-strike at the airbase."
"I understand General, Mr. President. I'll do my best to defend the airbase until the Ambassadors make it out," said Commander Smith earnestly, he needed to make up for losing not only Los Angeles, but also California in its entirety.
Then the door opened with a creak. It was Lt. Eva and she had a man behind her in a Captain's uniform, with a Nazi armband on his arm.
She smiled at them," Mr. President, General, Commander, this is Captain Nicolae Dumbledorf of Nazi Germany."
"Well what does he want Luietenant," asked Carville.
"He's here for peace talks General."
"Commander Smith if you and Luietenant Eva would leave to go prepare a defense for the airbase, we have to talk to the Captain," said Dugan, flashing his politician smile again.
Commander Smith and Lt. Eva left the room and Nicolae marched in. In clipped tones with lightly accented English he began his speech," On behalf of Herr Grumbler and the Nazi movement I am here to display a hand of friendship to our American friends."
"But, don't you hate our diversity and how we tolerate other ethnic groups," asked Dugan puzzled.
"We would, but we do not have the time. We must do what we can to stop a larger threat, even if it means swallowing our principals for the time being. We wish to offer you a gift in support for your war against the Soviets," said Nicolae, his tones still perfectly clipped.
"Well we can't turn down an offer like that, can we General Carville," asked Dugan, still smiling.
"I think not Mr. President," replied Carville in his Texas draw.
Then the negotiations began.


"Comrade General Tanya," began Romanov," the Capitalist Americans are looking for aid against our invasion. We have recieved word through Lt. Eva about the ambassadors preparing to leave for Korea from an airbase in Oregon."
"The airbase will fall Comrade Premier," said Tanya.
"Good Comrade General, now go make sure it does."


Commander Smith looked down at the airbase. On the runway was a 747 being serviced for flight. In an hour the ambassadors would leave on that plane, and the harriers at the various command centers scattered around the base would escort it.
His cell phone rang softly and he looked down at the caller ID. It was Lt. Eva.
"Hello," he said after opening it.
"Commander," she said, her voice slightly terse," we have bad news. Somehow the Soviets have found out about the ambassadors and the airbase. There are nearly three thousand conscripts marching over the California and Oregon border and should be reaching your position any minute. With them is at least a full division of Rhino Tanks and another division of Apocalypse Tanks."
"My God...," muttered Commander Smith in shock.
"Commander, I recommend retreat," said Lt. Eva over the phone.
"I can't. I have to hold this position," said Commander Smith into the phone determined and he hung it up.
"Ambassadors boarding plane, ambassadors boarding plane," droned a bored officer's voice on the intercom and then he became panicked," Soviets. Massive Soviet offensive approaching the airbase!"
GIs deployed their sandbag bunkers and the Guardian GIs deployed behind them, missile launchers resting on the shoulders of the GIs in front of them. Grizzly battle tanks took cover behind buildings, barrels poking out from behind corners. Pillbox machine guns tracked the seemingly empty forest slowly. German Sheperds rushed into the forest, intent on stopping the invading troops.
Seconds later the first dog screams reached American lines. The dogs had been killed, overwhelmed by the sheer amount of Soviet forces. Soon the first conscripts could be seen through the trees and the tank divisions just rolling down the trees in their paths.
The GIs with their heavy machine guns sent bullets tearing through the conscripts. The conscripts fell in bloody heaps and the first tanks exploded under a hail of missiles and tank shells.
The ambassadors' plane took off from the runway. The harriers rose, flanking it, and they were off into the distance.
"Sound the retreat," Commander Smith told the officer at the intercom system. Then the Commander walked over to his own harrier and climbed in. He took off, no time for a pre-flight check.
He veered over the battlefield for the moment. Quickly he released his two missiles into a pair of rhinos, their wreckage slowing the Soviet offensive. Then he turned the harrier, headed quickly back to Washington.
However the remaining troops couldn't fall back. Machine gun fire laced the American lines, and within minutes the Americans remaining at the base were dead.
Slowly the American Flag was lowered, and the Soviet flag rose above the base.


"Welcome back Commander," said Lt. Eva, her voice silky," The good news is, our ambassadors made it away and the Nazis have given us a new technology that may help us turn the tide of the war."
"That's good," said Commander Smith nervously.
"I thought you would like it, almost as much as you like this," Eva said, unbuttoning her uniform to reveal a fishnet red bra underneath.
"Well, yes I do," said Commander Smith.
She moved closer to him, and stroked his neck softly as she moved to place her body against his.


"It is done Herr Grumbler," said Nicolae Dumbledorf, full of pride.
"Good," said Grumbler," it makes me happy to know that you succeeded as well as your counterpart did with the Russians."
"He did well?"
"Indeed. They accepted the prism technology as well as the Americans. They are convinced it will help them win the war."
"The Americans are sure that they will be able to defend perfectly with it, and are already drawing up designs for their own prism tanks."
"Ah the idiots on both sides, they will spread our prism towers far and wide, and close together to maximize firepower, then when they least expect it, we will turn the prism towers and the prism tanks they are creating, against them."