A/N: This story takes place in the future of the current JAG series (Note: Since I do not get cable in my own home my knowledge of the current status of JAG is limited to occasional watching at my kin's house. So if I miss something important, please point it out. ) And if these Hollywood producers have half a brain, they might try something like this. I intend to write other JAG stories, so you might as well get used to me.
Disclaimer: All peoples, places, and other such items not originally made by me are the sole property of Paramount Pictures, and Viacom.
Copyright: This story, and all peoples, places, and other items, witch do not come into conflict with the above disclaimer, are copyrighted 2003 by BM&S Publishing Company. Anyone found violating this copyright will be prosecuted to the full extent of the law.
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The Novaya Russia
By: Max Geary... A.K.A. Book-Master
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November 22nd
The Kremlin, Moscow.
0502 Local Time.
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Boris Stripsky walked along his patrol route in front of the Kremlin's gate.
It was a freezing fall night, and in Russia, that didn't mean joyful playing in snow forts.
He repositioned the AK-47 to a different area of his shoulder so it wouldn't freeze in place.
The only other people awake were the President, his domestic advisor, and Sasha, his guarding partner for the night.
A truck turned and came to a stop in front of the Kremlins gate. Boris walked over to the driver's side window.
"Papers and state your business, please." He said.
The Driver handed out a piece of brown parchment. Everything looked in order.
"Here to fix the electric power plant." The driver said.
Boris nodded, handed the man back his papers and opened the gate for them. The truck rolled over the speed bump, and headed for the sheds on the west side of the compound.
As the truck pulled up, an officer walked over to the driver's side.
"Can I see your papers and ask your business here?' he asked.
The driver again, handed out his papers and repeated that he was here to fix the electric plant.
"This isn't scheduled. Who...?" But a silently dealt bullet thru the brain cut off the officer.
At that moment, the driver jumped out of the vehicle and knocked on the side of the truck quietly.
A dozen men with facemasks on and armed with silenced sub-machine guns leaped out the back and then creped toward the Kremlin's entrance.
They reached the door, and hit knocked out two guards who were dozing in front of the door. Entering threw the large doors, they ran swiftly and silently threw the halls, they didn't encounter anyone else until they reached the office, there, four more guards soon laid dead without even getting off a shot.
Finally, the sirens went off just as the men burst into the office, and captured the President.
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JAG Headquarters, Three days later.
1434 Zulu
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Commander Harmon Rabb sat at his desk watching the news on a small screen TV.
The reporter on the screen was in Moscow; they were waiting for the Russian parliament to make its last official act... elect a Premier for the newly reestablished Communist State.
The reporter wasn't that interesting, but he listened anyway.
"Here, in Moscow, we continue to await Parliaments decision on the new leader of the reestablished regime. There are thousands gathered here to await the decision, and..
Wait, someone is coming out... It's the Parliament announcer, and he has a document with him."
This made Harm straiten up abruptly to here this new item. The messenger read the document. It was translated into English.
"Parliament Act 1150; we, the Parliament of the Russian Federation, decree that this be the last official act by this body, as Parliament has complied with the wishes of the former President and has resigned the steps of Democracy.
As of this moment, the future Premier, of the newly restored Union of Soviet Socialist Republics, to be Yuri Alexander Gobervich."
At this, the crowd rang into instantaneous cheering, all of a sudden men began waving old flags of the Soviet Union, and, form loud speakers set up previously, the newly restored national anthem played loud and clear, as the people sang to it with all sincerity.
Harm listened, but he felt awkward doing so. It seemed the television company had the so-called "decency" to put up English lyrics at the bottom of the screen. (A/N: Since I'm pretty sure none of you speak Russian I'll just put them in English.)
"Unbreakable Union of freeborn Republics,
Great Russia has welded forever to stand.
Created in struggle by will of the people,
United and mighty, our Soviet land!
Sing to the Motherland, home of the free,
Bulwark of peoples in brotherhood strong.
O Party of Lenin, the strength of the people,
To Communism's triumph lead us on!
Through tempests the sunrays of freedom have..." Harm couldn't take anymore, he shut off the TV. He did this just a few moments before the Admiral came in.
"I know. I know..." Harm said, knowing exactly what this was about.
"Yeah, you know. Now let's get moving."
Harm grabbed up some files, and walked out with the Admiral. On the way to the court rooms, Harm spotted Mac, having a conversation with an Ensign. She'd been ignoring him lately, and he wasn't sure why.
"Oh, well." He thought to himself "I'll find that one out later."
Just when he was about to go to go to his court room, the Admiral said
"By the way, come to my office when your done."
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Secret Submarine Facility, Novaya Zemlya.
2330 Local Time
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Admiral Marco Romanov stood on a steel platform overlooking a huge garage. She was ready to go anytime.
He knew what he'd have to do, and he knew he'd have to do it now. He had received word from reestablished; Admiral of the Fleet of the Soviet Union Josef Bordesky, and Admiral of the Fleet of the Soviet Union Gregory Stukov(i.e. a Russian naval rank.), telling of the restoration of the Communist State. he knew, also, that his current commanders would soon no longer be in a position of authority.
He clapped some files shut he had ad on his desk, stuffed them into his briefcase, and got up.
He turned to the officer who acted as his secretary .
"Alert 126. We leave in fie hours."
The officer nodded, and began making phone calls while the Admiral exited the office.
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