A/N: Well, as far as I see, I didn't expect a welcome, or a hostile welcome. But I got both, partially, and that means I'm on equal footing. So I'm happy. As for the flamer who isn't a real flamer. While I may not watch JAG as often as I'd like too, as far as I can tell, not only did I not get any facts wrong as-of-yet, but in this day and age; a coup in the Russian government is possible. If there were as many grammar errors as you say, I will correct them.
(I've only read two reviews, so if there are any others, I'm not referring to any of you.)
FYI, incase the same thing is mistaken as in another story I posted, if there's a difference in the exact time comparing of time zones, it's because time has passed in-between the sections.
Final note: I never have claimed to be a professional writer, although I'm nearing the completion of my first novel.
Disclaimer: Do I really need to put this on again? I think not... Oh, what can it hurt? I do not own any characters originally from JAG except those I make up myself; all other items are the property trademarks of Paramount Pictures and Viacom.
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Chapter 2
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JAG Headquarter, 1520 hours.
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Harm walked down the hall with a half-depressed look on his face. He had been defending a client who was on charges of negligence. They had gotten threw the hearing, and his client had dumped him for a civilian lawyer
He remembered what the Admiral had said to him, and turned the corner to his office. He knocked lightly on the door and waited.
"Come in" he heard from inside. He opened the door, and closing it behind him stood at attention.
"You wanted to see me sir?" Harm asked
"Sit down already." He replied
Harm sat in a chair across form the Admiral. Taking a small stack of papers out of his desk, he handed them to Harm.
"Bad luck in court?" He asked.
"You could say that." Harm replied
"Our intelligence shows that the day after the former president of Russia stepped down from power, messages were sent on a special channel to, what we now know, to be a hidden base on the island of Novaya Zemlya."
"'Special channel, sir?" Harm asked
"What I mean is that it took our guys a two and a half days to crack the code. It seems that a message was sent to a certain Admiral Marco Romanov, informing him that the government had been couped and to proceed with his objectives as he saw fit."
"What does that mean?"
"We believe that the Russians were using the cover of nuclear weapons test on the island to conceal a submarine project that's been going on since around 1995. The Joint Chiefs called a meeting and have determined that the new Soviet government may have acquired a new asset to their arsenal... And as you can guess; anything involving them has to be important"
"What, exactly, does this have to do with me?" Harm asked curiously
The Admiral sighed and looked out the window.
"The brass wants to send a military reconnaissance mission into the Arctic Ocean to determine whether or not there is currently a threat... they asked me too select an officer to go along..."
Harm seemed to suddenly realize exactly what the Admiral was suggesting. And he didn't like it at all.
"Sir, are you suggesting that I go on this mission? Sir, with all due respect, this isn't my qualification."
"Nonsense, you'll have your sea legs back in a day. And Harm, could you stop calling me 'sir'?"
"Ok, A.J." harm said with a slight grin
"That's better. Anyway, you're going. You leave tonight for Iceland; you'll be briefed when you're underway on the sub. Go home, get some things"
Harm reluctantly got up saluted and was exiting the room when he heard
"By the way, Colonel Mackenzie will be joining you on this one."
Harm stopped a minute, then closed the door with anxiety.
"Oh brother." He thought to himself. "Can this day get any worse?" It did. Just when he left the building, it started to rain.
Deck of the Leningrad, Northwestern coast of Russia, 0230 Moscow time.
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Captain Peter Butin stood on the bow of his ship. Off to the port side, he could see the Udaloy and the Rasumny. He had been standing here for several minutes, watching the seas go by.
He and his men had rejoiced at the return of power to Communism, but now, everything was fairly quiet. His ships, and the two others, were awaiting orders from Severomorsk regarding their next mission. Although, he was confident he already knew the nature of the mission.
"Sir, the orders have arrived." A voice said behind him.
Butin turned and after taking the orders nodded to the officer as a sign to go. The officer saluted, and left.
As he looked over the paper, his eyes gleamed and he put an evil grin on his face.
Office of Yuri Gobervich, Moscow, 0345 Moscow time.
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The newly lifted Premier of the Soviet Union sat at his desk in the presidential office of the Kremlin; witch had so recently been where a hostage had been held.
He was currently looking over paperwork for remaking the Soviet republics back together.
Kazakhstan had reluctantly, but devotedly, joined this new alliance. As well, as Tajikistan, Turkmenistan, Georgia, Armenia, Azerbaydzhan, Finland, Belarus (White Russia), and all three Baltic states.
Ukraine, immediately following the appointment of Gobervich, accepted Russian armored forces back into their land to re-garrison the abandoned Soviet bases.
Gobervich sighed wearily. "How could this happen?" He asked himself. "How could there be such joy in restoring our old ways?"
He had never imagined that things would happen like this so quickly. Communist Russia hadn't even been re-established for a week, and already the USSR was coming back together.
"How could it all happen? What's next? Poland? Romania? Slovakia?"
His thoughts were cut off abruptly, by the entering of his friend and butler, Miklos.
"You're tea, sir." Miklos said. Putting a cup on his desk and filling it from a kettle.
"Thank you, Miklos." Yuri replied.
Miklos put the kettle back on the tray, and was about to leave, when Yuri said.
"Miklos... would you please sit down a moment."
Miklos put the tray on a stand near the door. Then shutting the door, he took a seat across from Yuri.
"Miklos... there is so much a bout my homeland I love, and yet so much I do not understand..." he began.
"I did not want this position of leadership... but I have it now, and I must accept the responsibilities. I want you to see something."
He picked up one of the many reports on his desk and looked it over.
"Miklos, three self-exiling generals have returned to our homeland and have reclaimed their leadership with absolutely no opposition. The cabinet is bringing back the USSR. And I am stuck here with paperwork..."
"Da, sir." Miklos said.
"Don't you see Miklos? I have no full control over my country. I wasn't put in this position because I was talented. I was put here because there are some radicals who believe that I will e easy to control..."
He dropped the report back down to the desk and walked slowly over to the window. There, he looked down at the capital city, streetlights gleaming and an occasional car horn honking.
"You really should get some sleep, sir." Miklos said.
"It won't happen to me Miklos... I will not allow the same mistakes as my predecessors. I will make us strong again, but I will not tolerate this kind of thing. I must gain control over the armed forces before these generals do something stupid. Even in the navy, old Admirals have reappeared and taken back the high positions. For all we know, I could be ordering Deltas to the coast of California and not even know it."
He stood there a moment longer. Then, turned and, along with Miklos, he left the office.
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NOVEMBER 23rd
Keflavik Naval-Air Station, Iceland, 1530 Local time.
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Harm walked down the docks, admiring the ships docked there. He finally came to where he was supposed to be. He saw that some last minute work was being done on the boat, but for the most part, at least tot him, it looked ready.
He gestured to Mac, and they both walked down the pier. Crossing the metal bridge to the submarine gave them a closer view of it. It was a pretty big boat.
Harm spied a man directing some seamen in their work and recognized the marks of Captain. Walking over to him, they both saluted.
"Permission to come aboard, sir." Harm said
"You're already on, so granted. Who are you?" Replied the Captain.
"Commander Rabb, this is Colonel Mackenzie." Harm said, introducing them both.
"Right, I remember now. You're coming along for the ride." He thought out loud "Captain Johnson. Welcome aboard the Newport News. While you're onboard there's only one important rule: don't ask me where the navy came up with the name."
Harm held back a small laugh, but the Captain didn't.
"Anyway, get settled into your quarters. We'll be getting underway in about an hour." He looked over at one of the seamen. "Show these two officers to their designated cabins."
The man nodded, and led Harm and Mac to the forward hatch.
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Ok, so we've got that one over with. Don't worry, chapter three isn't far behind.
If this is still too short (And it probably is) I will be enlarging the next few chapters.