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Timedraven 117: It's not a jumbled mess, every event will have the effect on the latter part of the story. The problem with World in Conflict and Wargame Red Dragon is the fact that it's huge, only in WIC you have to create a French, German, British, American and the Soviet character, let alone Wargame Red Dragon that add the Warsaw Pact, US's Non-NATO allies, China and North Korea. I want every nation to have at least participate in an event so that they wouldn't be forgotten. Now to the part about unrealism in this story. First, the depth charges. It was extremely easy to find in some random weapon depot, hell the Turian can even produce it themselves. Second, Turian's number. As I say, this story's extremely unrealistic so the Turian's number is at a number of a battlegroup and there is a dreadnought and I think no one in the Turian naval high command would be crazy enough to use them as a patrol vessel. Hope you understand.
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Turian Dreadnought Subjugator, Earth orbit.
Desolas and his senior officer cadre sat in the dreadnought's meeting room, discussing about the present situation on the planet below. The room held a large metal table, with many chairs around it and two gate like entrances guarded with sentries.
"How is the enemy resistant Colonel Decna?" Desolas asked in a serious tone, eyeing each of his officers meaningfully.
"It's ferocious sir, this race is fighting for every inch of ground especially in urban areas. Their armoured fighting vehicles are heavily armed and armored. Our casualties have reached 80,000 and steadily climbing with each hour, and estimates are that we will need to call for reinforcements within a few more days of fighting, we don't have the supplies for even a simple occupation at this point. Estimates say that we would need at least millions of soldiers just to guard the primary supercontinent. We have lost the element of surprise and their military is reorganizing and reallocating to face our landing zones, and turning around to fight us." Colonel Decna reported, reading from a prepared document.
"What about the population? Do they submit to citadel law or not?" Desolas demanded, looking to his lieutenant fiercely.
"Don't even start with them submitting to the citadel law, more than 99% of them do not even speak a language our translators are meant for. This planet's population is extremely hostile in any case, and not just the humans, some places have jungle as ferocious as Invictus and we've made no progress in those areas. Some partisan groups are more organized than certain militaries, especially in the Southern Continents and many of the small islands in the ocean between the supercontinent and the two continuent chain, and what they are doing is devastating to our morale. They fight both like us and at times like the Krogan, to be exact.
Desolas leaned back in his chair, looking at the holographic planet before him he sighed and motioned for attention, "Alright, after deliberation about the report you have given to me, I conclude that this race is extremely hostile, adaptable, and some of their equipment can rival or are even superior to ours. I'm giving you new orders: I'm officially lifting any code of conduct to wage this war. Do whatever you deem necessary to win." Desolas ordered.
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Turian Invasion+4, New York, USA.
The UN meeting room was filled with Soviet and NATO aligned officers and politicians chatting, or more accurately, screaming, "We demand that Warsaw Pact forces stop engaging our forces! We are already engaging an alien invasion!" British representative David Trembley demanded.
"No, we will only do so when you have acquiesced to our reasonable demands that you give us the economic aide we need to survive as a nation." Vladimir Kasyanov said unbreaking of his stance that the rest of the world did not want to supportthe failing, and to western eyes, corrupt, Soviet system.
"So you admit Communism is a failed system? You can't even keep your economy running, let alone advance your military any farther." David asked, insulting all the communist representatives present. After all, in David's eyes, if they had ran their government half competently, then they wouldn't have needed capitalist money in the first place
"Then don't hope for a formal peace treaty." Czechoslovakian representative, Marcel Havelka answered.
"Typical from you, never willing to give an inch when cooperation is required, not even admit you are wrong!" French representative Jaen shouted, causing an uproar among the Warsaw Pact representatives.
"The words from a surrender prone nation such as yours deserves no weight!" the East German representative replied with a clumsy insult.
"Says the mass murderer, who uses the Gestapo's son." French representative Jaen shouted in reply. Causing the East German representative to removes his shoes and throw them at Jaen.
"ENOUGH!" boomed the former US President, Representative Ronald Reagan. He was now an old man, but was more than capable of diplomatic talk, especially for something of this magnitude.
"We are under a goddamn alien invasion, and yet you are still bickering like little children?! People are dying out there, our soldiers are dying, our very way of life is dying! Remember that you are here for a peace talk! Not a match of who can make a better insult!" Reagan screamed in anger, the elderly man in such fury, caused the other leaders to sit down calmly, stunned that one such as him could muster a voice like that.
"Good. Now let's proceed. I know you all want to end this war and concentrate on the aliens attacking us. So I've come with an offer. First: the Warsaw Pact, China, North Korea, and other communist countries who require it will receive economic aid, the amount to be decided upon by an independent panel, in exchange for a peace treaty and labor paid for by us, to repair the damage caused to the US and its allies by the invasion. Second, Both sides will form an alliance against the alien invaders. Third, the Soviet Union, the United States, United Kingdom, France, China and North Korea are to cooperate in turning some of our nuclear arsenal to become a surface to space missile system and prepare for a counter-attack on the alien invader ships. Fourth, we will have very serious talks about reforms within all nations, especially the disgustingly repressive East Germany and North Korea, and with that we will allow reunification with all divided nations, as long as its observed and maintained peacefully by all nations, with free elections. If you would like to dispute that last point, are you afraid that you won't win the elections fairly?" Reagan read his offer to the other representatives, his last comment, not insulting or belittling, but obviously pointed towards those who lacked popular opinion, appealing to their sense of importance.
"This offer is open to all who would join in this new coalition, and its not required for us all to participate, but also included is the withdrawal of any military aide to those who refuse, or renege on their agreement. Any reforms will be gone through by the good people in the UN, and hopefully we can all agree on a system that will make us all happy." Reagan spoke plainly, while he knew this was a tough pill to swallow by the Communist leaders, most of them were dictators or oppressive regimes in many ways, they also knew that their militaries were at the breaking point, and while their NATO counterparts were also hard pressed from the relentless assault by the Warsaw Pact, they had the benefits of close supply lines and stronger economies, while all of their own were greatly extended and on the verge of ruin. In essence, they were held between a rock and a hard place, and no doubt the Americans would use this meeting and their refusal as ample propaganda against them, and their already failing public image at home.
"That sounds unfair for us." the Soviet Representative stated glumly.
"I know it does, but know this, we need you, and you most certainly need us. We either work together, or we die together." the French representative said solemnly.
"It's good enough for us to accept, it was a gamble for my people to even enter the war in the first place, and we make much more money selling to the US. We have no love of the Soviets." Chinese representative, Ming Xihao said as he clapped his hands "The Chinese labor force is big enough to repair every US and Allied city if properly equipped and compensated. And until then we can pump out the goods for war to every nation in need, in the form of lend lease, or in exchange for resources All we need is the resources and equipment to exploit our own and we can triple production."
"We can't say no, our people, if they learned of this, would be upset that the Americans of all people were asking us for a few reforms, and we refused, they would know we are being selfish." Polish representative, Colonel Lukasz Plotecki said stoically.
The whole room then clapped, if hesitantly, for Reagan's proposal.
"It's reasonable, economic aid in exchange for access to a labor force to repair our country. The beginnings of a good relationship." Thai representative, Lieutenant General Pichit said, clapping his hands in approval.
Suddenly a squad of armed guards from the various nations, jogged in and the Polish member whispered something to Lukasz before he left the room, "I have received a report from Danzig. The alien start to indiscriminately execute my people!" Jaruzelski said while he started to dig into the suitcase he brought along.
"Colonel Lakasz please wait." Reagan said to Lukasz who was ready to leave.
"To hell with waiting for the ink to dry, we have a few units that are not engaged, we can send them to help you if you wanted to." stated the Soviet Representative, memories of his own people being slaughtered by the Nazis coming to mind.
"Me and the Polish people would be grateful." the Colonel said gravely. The entire room had fallen silent, they all knew what this meant, so far the aliens had avoided causing such casualties, a turn of this magnitude in strategy was were one step away from using their ships to fire upon their cities.
"Colonel, our air force is tasked to the maximum, however, our airfields are open and have a large amount of ammunition and fuel, all we need is .sufficient SAMs to start picking off the enemy fliers for our forces to refuel and rearm for a coordinated strike to support your forces." The Danish representative said, eager to help as well.
Indeed suddenly their former foes started to offer support, some of it token at best, but others with valuable resources they could allocate to their defense.
The Human Alliance was formed.
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Danzig, Poland
In the old city of Danzig, the Turians had started rounding up civilians in the cities many public squares, and shot them one by one in an attempt to force the city's garrison to surrender. It had the expected effect from all, including the Turians, of causing more vehement and hostile responses. Now if the civilians didn't run away, they fought back with rocks and bricks, and whatever weapon they could find. While not life threatening at first, as time went on knives and improvised weapons started to show up, assault rifles, machine guns, RPGs, and even technicals started to be seen used by civilians, or more accurately, partisans bearing the standard of the Red guards.
The casualties were mounting at a rate that resulted in the Turians just shooting anything that moved, ending up in more than a few blue on blue deaths, and eventually chaos in their own ranks as units started to refuse to move from their position. Turian discipline, while renowned for their unending limits, was facing with if not morale issues, than moral ones. Hastatim were hand picked for their ability to compartmentalize what they do, the average soldier, some with no more experience and training than 6 months and just sent out, were questioning their officer's orders.
From the shelter of a deserted apartment block, overlooking a market square, Corporal Feliks Kamiński and his squad of Piechota Zmech under the command of the Polish Army reserves watched in shock and anger as the Turians rounded up the civilians they had captured before shooting them one by one and throwing their bodies into the mass pyre.
"No better than the Nazis." One of his men whispered as he saw a Turian soldier dragging a crying girl in her early teenage years by the hair into a line of 4 others.
The Turians raised their weapon and aimed at the civilians, "Stchal!" ordered the Turian squad leader as the Turians soldiers fired their mass accelerator rounds into the heads of the civilians, killing them instantly.
"This is disgusting, they are monsters, no more than that!" Feliks yelled before he rose up from cover and started firing his AKM at the Turians caused them to run for cover.
"Feliks! Wait for the plan!" His sergeant screamed after him, but it was too late.
"Die scum! You are no better than the Nazis! No better than any of those who controlled us for hundreds of years! You Scum! Murderers!" Feliks screamed in now incoherent rage. The rest of his squad, their cover now blown, started to fire from their positions, and the forward assaulters, moved forward from the buildings with rapid speed. More than 30 angry Poles charged the Turians, firing their weapon on the go, before reaching cover and attacking with greater accuracy.
"Enemy infantry! Store front!" Feliks' comrade shouted out on instinct, before he threw a grenade into the building's broken window, killing anyone inside with the pressure wave of the explosion.
Feliks charged for his unarmed people, in a holding pen. Breaking the primitive locking mechanism, he threw open the gate, and people started to pour out by the dozens and grabbing whatever weapons they could, or just fleeing for the side streets."Get out of here or fight! For Poland!" Feliks ordered.
"Enemy platoon 6 o'clock, they're trying to flank us!" Feliks' squad machine gunner reported as he saw about two dozen Turian infantry appeared, behind the squad from the main street.
"MGs, relocate and provide covering fire, everyone, start to pull back, nothing more we can do." Feliks' sergeant ordered, as the unprepared death squad Turians were mercilessly cut down from all around the market square, lacking any cover but the pile of burning bodies they had erected.
"Kriskot! Enzi vi kosh!" ordered the Turian Sergeant, leading the charge foolishly as he was suddenly ripped to pieces by gunfire from the buildings, his armor was not made to withstand the damage inflicted to his body, , crumpling on impact with the large MG rounds, and his shield lasted for seconds before it dropped.
"This is Danzig 3-2 can anyone respond?" Feliks' sergeant tried to radio for support but to no avail. Most of the Polish Army was either on full retreat or had their hands full fighting for survival.
"Corporal! Lookout!" a comrade shouted before he pushed Feliks away from the blast zone of a mortar round that would have costed him his life if he had been hit.
Feliks thanked his comrade before regaining his footing and started to run for the nearest building with the rest of his squad, as they tried to escape the ever tightening noose surrounding them.
"Alright everyone, I just got word, reinforcements from our Soviet allies are inbound, don't die on me! Our people need you breathing." the sergeant ordered, hope in his voice for the first time in a long time. Indeed, Feliks' pained muscles were given renewed strength as he and the last few survivors of the square made it to a building. Unfortunately for them and everyone else in the building, the back door was collapsed with rubble.
"No escape!" one of the civilians, a gaunt looking woman in her late thirties, wailed as she hid near the back with the other unarmed or wounded civilians. Under her arms she held two crying children.
"Hold out guys! Dig your way out, everyone with a gun, hold the front! Please dig quickly!" Among their number of soldiers were a few armed civilians, who had picked up the alien weapons, while the ergonomics were off and often painful, they fired wild bursts of rounds at the enemy, causing them to halt in confusion as their own weapons fired upon them.
"They are closing in!" said the medic, as he tended to a fallen civilian who had taken a pellet to the side, and was writhing in pain. Another civilian came up to take his place a young boy no older than 17, who looked remarkably similar to the young girl from earlier, picked up the alien rifle and began to shoot with wild bursts.
And indeed they were closing in, the Turians, given a established enemy, moved with experience and drilled movements. Like the waves, the first fire team fired suppressing fire while the other half of the team moved up to closer cover. And it was deadly efficient, already half of their defenders were down with wounds or dead. The aliens were one thing and that was accurate and well drilled.
"Never give up, for Danzig, for your families, for Poland!" Feliks encourages those under him, and looking back to the exit, the rubble was partially cleared, and while only large enough for children, the mother was telling her children to go through the hole. "Keep digging! We can make it out of here!" he encouraged, "You can rest later, we can make it!" he continued as he fired his rifle at an exposed alien, toppling him as his head exploded.
Despite the heroic resistance of Feliks and his comrades, the Turian's numbers were inexhaustible it seemed, and they just kept pouring in, with steadily increasing fire resulting in everyone unable to fire back.
The turians took their time though, however it was not enough for the rubble to be cleared for all of them to escape. Their diggers, and the less stalwart civilians had escaped, while the immobile wounded and the soldiers held their rear as one by one the civilian crawled out.
Of the unwounded that remained; himself, the young man, and the squads grenadier. With a dozen bleeding out men and woman holding rifles, and propped up at various points inside the cafe. All of their weapons trained at the entrances.
"Surrender!" demanded one Turian, in barely coherent Polish, probably the only word he understood, before he shot the surrendering pole.
"Look behind you and tell me honestly if you would surrender in our place!" Feliks replied meaningfully to the burning pile of bodies. In the background noise, he could hear the familiar scream of low flying jets.
"Admit. No." the alien said in broken polish, the jets growing louder and the yells of the Turians in their language as boots started to grow fainter compared to the sound of the jets. They heard it too, and they were running for cover, because very suddenly they were out in the open in the middle of an air strike."
"Get behind something solid!" Feliks ordered as he, and everyone that could, got behind tables, chairs, and the bar. In the square, nearly a hundred turians without cover found themselves strafed by a fighter bomber, dropping its payload of incendiary bombs and firing its cannons as it went by, followed by what sounded like helicopters.
When Feliks and everyone that could stand helped their wounded and dying comrades escape the building before they too burned like the Turians. Several had already succumbed to their wounds, and they could be mourned for later, instead he ordered their weapons taken and they took who they could from the building, many of the standing wounded supporting up to two people. In the alley way a few civilians who had escaped still lingered and they rushed to help ease the burden. The medic did what he could with the bandages he had, all the while calling for help on his short ranged radio.
"Feliks, you should go, I'll take care of them, they won't survive if you don't get help." the medic said as he did his best to stop the bleeding in the most critically wounded man. The other civilians started to tear up any cloth that could be found to help.
"You, what's your name?" Feliks asked the young man who still carried the rifle.
"My name is Przemek, sir." He replied numbly, likely in shock from being in an enclosed space with so much gunfire, and more likely, from seeing so much death at once.
Reaching a main road Feliks and his ad hoc fire team rejoiced at the beautiful sight of helicopters flying by, Przemek, raising his rifle and shouting at them in a moment of glee, shouting oaths and well wishes that they kill millions of the invaders.
At the far end of the road, Feliks cried a tear of joy at the sight, three T-80s of Russian origin drove into the road, followed by a swarm of Polish T-55s and SKOT-2A APCs covered by 2 ZSU 23-4 'Shilka'.
"Keep up the tempo! We need to cut them off at the next block!" Ordered the Polish Major as he exited his SKOT-2A and looked at Feliks and his team. "Corporal I assume you're not standing there to admire us. You look like you got something on your mind."
"Yes Major. The square on the other side of these buildings was a execution area, me and my platoon attacked and freed our people. My platoon is scattered, and we have a lot of wounded comrades down this alley. Please they need help sir." Feliks pleads to his superior, nearly crying with joy at the fact that those heros wouldn't die.
Nodding the officer pulled his helmet microphone closer, "SKOT 6-7, report to my position and go down the alley, we got wounded soldiers and civilians." looking up to Feliks he motioned for the man to join him as he walked, "I've just been freshly deployed from the rearguard, I heard bad things coming from the fleeing. From what you and I assume they are all true. Do you have any information you would like to share before we advance further?"
Before he could speak Przemek spoke, "They are monsters, they care not for who they kill, but the ones you should kill first are the ones with yellow diamonds, they are something called Hastatim-" he would have said more if the other man didn't covered his mouth over the youngster for speaking out of turn.
"I'm sorry sir, yes I have some samples of the enemy's technology, and I would be glad to trade them with your men for a hot meal, water, and some ammo." Feliks said good naturedly, "I can also say that the aliens fight with extreme discipline, and while they are armored, some important soldiers like NCOs and technicians wear some form of shield, it doesn't stop explosions or melee though, and half a clip of 7.62 will down them and a shot of 14.5 will blow their heads off. Their weapons are a real problem though, it's like they never reload, and they only pause to let them cool down."
The rest of the vehicles and men continued down the street, the leading tanks peering cautiously around the end of the street while the SKOTs waited patiently to advance, "Excellent, I haven't received much intelligence on the enemy, I want you and your comrades to get in SKOT 6, if you have any tips to relay to the men feel free to advise them." with that he was dismissed and Feliks sighed at the thought of sitting down.
"Hey you there!" said one Soviets VDV as he passed, "That was a pretty close call wasn't it?"
"Yes, it was." Feliks replied to the elite Soviet soldier.
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120 miles Northeast of Wonsan, International Waters, Sea of Japan/ East Sea
An F-15J was being chased by a swarm of Turian Fighters. Under normal conditions, such a thing would mean the death of the lone pilot. In a situation such as this, the pros and cons weighed out evenly to a normal aerial engagement: Death for the lone pilot.
Normally in such a dogfight, the Turian fighters would have killed the Japanese fighter from farther than sight range, but for some reason the fighters had to close the range to a mere kilometer before opening fire on her with their main guns. They also sailed through the air like drunken hippos, not made for in atmosphere flight in mind. But they numbered at a dozen and she was definitely not the man in the MiG.
"This is Dagger 1-3, they're on my tail. I can't shake them! Request immediate support, anyone!" reported the F-15J's pilot as she dumped another flare in an attempt to evade a missile coming at her aircraft. Thankfully the missile followed the flare like a good little bastard and exploded harmlessly.
Once again the next Turian fighter began to fire its cannon at her, spraying wildly at the dodging and much more agile human made jet. They were getting better, as they ground down her fuel reserves and slowly caught up to her. She could use her afterburners to keep up the speed but if she did she ate more of her fuel. Praying to a variety of spirits, or just to anyone that listened to her, she continued to dodge, until one lucky shot clipped her right Aileron, and caused a portion of it to break off.
"I'm hit, I'm hit!" Reported the F-15J's pilot. "I'm at 25% fuel, My airelon is damaged, my maneuvering is reduced and I'm losing altitude by the tens of meters with each bullet fired at me! Help, anybody!"
The Turian pilot, upon seeing the F-15J losing altitude and having its mobility hampered severely, flew directly behind her. The pilot thought it was all over, saying her last final prayers to the kami when suddenly a missile slammed into the Turian fighter and transformed it into a ball of flames and shrapnel.
"Thank you!" commented the pilot as she saw 2 Chinese SU-27SK and 3 North Korean MiG-29s fly in and engage the Turians with their missiles and cannons. It seemed the turians made the critical error of tunnel vision, where a pilot loses consciousness of their surroundings and focus on a target. And combined with the extremely close range from which the fighters attacked from, barely 500 meters and emerging from a cloud bank, they had no warning to the surprise.
While the Turians were busy fighting the Chinese Sukhoi. A North Korean MiG closed in on the Japanese F-15J from the side and contacted the pilot.
"Attention Japanese Aircraft; this is 1st Lieutenant Kim-Min-Woo of the Korean People's Airforce. I am guiding you to an airstrip near Wonsan, please give us the aircraft's status and fuel." requested the North Korean pilot.
"My aircraft is losing altitude, but it's manageable for the destination, my right wing is in really bad shape, HUD is down, but I still have enough fuel to reach Wonsan." replied the Japanese pilot as she gave the status of her aircraft to the North Korean.
"Min-Woo copies all, in that case you won't have to make an emergency landing, but from the sound of your maneuvers you may have broken something in your craft, so be prepared. Set your course to 270 and follow me." the North Korean pilot replied before he escorted the damaged F-15J to the airbase.
But the Turians wouldn't let them go that easy, a Turian fighter breaks off from the battle with the Chinese Sukhoi and engage in a dogfight with the North Korean MIG-29 escorting the damaged F-15J, both of whom broke off in drilled fashion that would make both their teachers proud.
"I'll bait him, you come in from behind." The more wounded F-15 shouted out as the pilot made an over elaborate turn that screamed easy target to the Turian.
In the meantime, the North Korean pilot used the MiG-29's high maneuverability to outmaneuvered the Turian fighter before finish it off with its cannon from behind, as it struggled to line up a shot. Unfortunately in its last seconds it decided to spray and pray, and while most shots from the burst missed, one managed to impact directly into the fuselage, damaging the F-15's landing gear.
The MiG then returned to escort the damaged F-15J as the two pilots flew in silence until they reached the airstrip, "Now would be a good time to inform you that my front landing gear is inoperable, It has been entirely blown off." The Japanese pilot said, breaking the unspoken radio silence with the North Korean wingman.
"This is ground control to unidentified aircraft." The flight control radioed the North Korean pilot. "Identified yourself or we'll shoot you down."
"Flight control this is Lieutenant Min-Woo, I am escorting a damaged F-15J with me, prepare for an emergency landing." The North Korean pilot replied to flight control.
"Wonson Flight Control Copies all. Good luck and stay safe, we have fire suppression teams on standby." flight control replied as the ground crews scramble to their position.
"Dagger 1-3 reduce your speed down to 50 km per hour. The airstrip is unpaved so you have to be careful, I don't want to have done that all for nothing. Good luck." the North Korean pilot explained as he pulled his MIG-29 away from the other jet, giving the pilot ample room to prepare to land.
"Roger, reducing speed to 50. Closing in." Replied the Japanese pilot as she closed in on the runway, slowing her speed and pulling her nose up so that her rear wheels would impact first. If she did this right she could keep her balance on them alone long enough to not break her jet into pieces.
Gently, or as gentle as a multi ton fighter jet could on unpaved airstrip, the fighter rolled down the strip, slowing its speed even more as finally the front end tipped forward and started to scrape along the ground with ear splitting screeches. Slowly it slid to a halt three quarters of the way down the line. Stopping dead, the pilot was breathing in and out deeply, hearing her breath uncomfortably close in her helmet. She was still alive, her fuel hadn't ignited, and her bird was still in one piece.
Chuckling in a bit of stoned glee that she was still alive she looked up to her canopy to see a North Korean ground crew knocking on her cockpit, "Hey, you in there! Are you still alive?"
The pilot raised a thumb up in affirmative as she slowly processed that she was still breathing, her chuckling dying down to a low chortle.
"Good, we'll get you out. Welcome to Wonsan." The North Korean replied as the Chinese and North Koreans started to land after her, having caught up to her after their leisurely flight back to the airstrip.
The North Korean ground crew allowed Dagger 1-3 to pop open the canopy before pulling the pilot out of the crashed F-15J and began to give what medical aid they could to the exhausted pilot, "Heh, can't feel my legs after that bumpy ride." she commented in japanese as one of the men helped her along with her arm around his shoulder.
After about 5 minutes of waiting, of which she got to spend one laying down on a bench, they began to rush her to the airbase's hospital on a stretcher, allowing her to slowly take off her flight helmet. The last thing she saw before she became unconscious was a doctor giving her an oxygen mask.
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When the Japanese pilot woke up, she found herself lying on a hospital bed with an old doctor sitting next to her, "You were asleep for almost a day, the anesthetic did a fine job on you. You're going to be dizzy for a few days because of its side effects."
"Wait, you can speak Japanese?" The Japanese pilot asked aloud, quite puzzled at why a korean, especially North Korean, would be speaking Japanese. The Koreans, rightfully, hated the Japanese.
"I was born during the Japanese occupation so I can speak Japanese." The doctor answered. That would place his age at at least in his 60s, if he was old enough to learn that much Japanese. Now that was surprising, but she didn't question a friendly face.
"That aside, you are very lucky, you pulled so many blood vessels with those sharp turns, that we are genuinely surprised you haven't got a brain aneurysm. You also broke your right foot, and sprained your left arm in the landing. Quite lucky it was not worse, you could have disocated your spine, or broken your pelvis if you had been moving any faster." The doctor said as he looked out of the window to the meagre skyline of outer Pyongyang.
"When can I get out of here?" The Japanese pilot asked.
"At least a month." he said gravely. Continuing to look out over the skyline.
"A-a month, why?" The Japanese pilot asked sadly. She knew why, he just explained it, she would be lucky to fly again if this were peacetime, but her country, no, her world needed her in the air.
"Look, if I were you, I would also want to get out as soon as possible. North Korea is still not the most friendly place for foreigners, but you have to understand: Your wounds are not yet healed, you need to wait until the wound is healed, and then go through therapy, and even then you may have to use a cane for the rest of your life." the doctor explained.
The door suddenly slide open by a North Korean officer, "Doctor, we need to talk." he said, nodding to the pilot as he held the door open for the elderly man.
"We will speak more, I need to ensure you have received no concusions, such things are always lingering." The doctor said before he lefts the room. The Japanese pilot, with her curiosity, decided to quietly scoot to the door to hear what the doctor and the officer were talking about, she understood a little bit of Korean thanks to the lessons they taught her during her time as a flight cadet.
"The party commission is very angry with your decision to help the Japanese, they say that you had betrayed the motherland and her people." The officer explained, annoyed, but not directed at the old man, probably annoyed at the fact he was relaying such menial message, and the content of the message.
"Isn't the hostility ceased already?" the doctor asked back, using his elderly status to inflect a bit of tone in his voice.
"Yes it has, but the hard liners within the party still believe in our triumph over the capitalists." He spat out the word 'triumph', she knew why, the DMZ that had marked the border between the north and south had never moved an inch into South territory. Despite North Korea reducing Seoul to rubble, like had always been threatened, they could never push back the more technologically advanced Japanese, Americans, and South Koreans who fought them, the DMZ is turned into a massive meet grinder where nobody can brake the deadlock, despite reinforcements from China and the USSR, mostly due to the upper leadership from North Korea being hopelessly out of date. Their soldiers fought well and honorably, but their lack of training, and poor equipment, meant they were repulsed by the more mobile NATO who claimed masterful tactical positions on the hills before the Chinese arrived a few months earlier, when they finally deigned to declare war on the US when the USSR attacked the US from Seattle.
"I don't give a damn about those hard liners, and I know neither does you or anyone else, it's a doctor's duty to help the patients regardless of race, nationality, religion, affiliation and class. Or is that now unpatriotic in the views of our dear leader's son?" The doctor replied venomously. Now this was almost unheard of, but from his age, and likely social position as a doctor, she should expect that he had not bought in full the crap the Ministry of Propaganda released. He was old enough to have fought alongside Kim Il Sung himself, and even taken part in the Korean war. He was old enough and high enough in the social ladder to remember a different time.
For a moment the officer was speechless, she could imagine his mouth gaping like a fish, "I wish you a good luck then, I must leave." he finally said, speechless.
"Please do not disturb me with such trash next time. I have much more important duties to attend to then listen to a corrupt party member complain." The doctor said in farewell to the officer before he started to walk down the hallway to reach the room at the end of it.
'Shit, he is coming back. I better return to the bed.' thought the Japanese pilot before scooted back to the bed.
When the doctor entered the room the woman busied herself by looking out over the skyline of the city, its four lane highways devoid of any vehicles, its concrete buildings forlorn looking, its great monuments better maintained than the average peasant. But was that her own people's propaganda talking? Were the Korean people truly so oppressed? The government so corrupt? She would need to do some reevaluations of her preconceptions of North Korea.
This happen all over the Earth, BLUE and RED soldiers assisting or helping each other, Americans and Soviets, Chinese and Japanese, North Korean and South Korean, East German and West German, Czechoslovakian and French. The world formed a united front against the Turians. Even in places where normal tensions would result in violence, there was someone new who was fighting them, and the enemy of your enemy was your friend.
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New Nation
Name: Socialist Republic of Vietnam (Cộng hòa Xã hội chủ nghĩa Việt Nam)
Affliation: REDFOR, Red Dragon
Capital City: Hanoi
Language: Vietnamese
Military: Vietnam People's Army
Socialist Republic of Vietnam's Military Arsenal
Logistic
Dội lệnh (Command Squad): A 5 men command squad armed with Type-56 (The same as Chinese QBZ-56-I) and PKM. Cost 100 points to deploy.
UAZ-469: The same as their REDFOR counterpart. Cost 100 points to deploy.
BMP-2K: A BMP-2 that is capable of capturing a sector. Cost 135 points to deploy.
ZIL-131: The same as the ZIL-130 but come can carry 50 more supply. Cost 20 points to deploy.
MI-8 Cargo:
Infantry
bộ binh cơ giới (Motorized Infantry): A 15 men squad armed with Type-56, RPG-7 and PKM. They are regular trained and cost 20 points to deploy.
nhóm hỗ trợ hỏa (Fire Support Team): A 5 men squad armed with Type-56 and SPG-9 Recoiless rifle. Cost 10 points to deploy.
Strela-3: The same as their Soviets counterpart. Cost 10 points to deploy.
Konkurs: A 5 men squad armed with Type-56 and Konkurs ATGM. Cost 20 points to deploy.
Igla: Same as their Soviets and North Korean counterpart. Cost 15 points to deploy.
lính thủy (Marines): A 15 men squad armed with Type-56, RPG-7 and PKM Machinegun. They are shock trained and cost 25 points to deploy.
lính thuy'90: The same as the previous unit but it was rearmed with AK-74,
RPG-29 and RPK-74 SAW. Cost 30 points to deploy.
Dac Cong (Vietnamese Special Forces): A 20 men squad armed with AKS-74U, RPG-29 and RPD SAW. They are elite trained and cost 40 points to deploy.
Support
2S1 'Gvozdika': The same as their Soviet counterpart.
2S3 'Akatsiya': The same as their Soviet counterpart.
BM-21: The same as the rest of REDFOR.
ZSU-23-4 'Shilka': The same as the Soviet Afganesky. Cost 20 points to deploy.
S-75 Dvina: A SAM launcher mounted on a chassis of the T-55 and thus it have 7 Armor on the front, 4 on the side and 3 on the rear. It carries 5 missile that have an accuracy of 40% but have an HE power of 10.
S-125 Neva/Pechora: The same as the North Korean Pöngae-2.
2K12 Kub: The same as their Warsaw Pact counterpart.
Tanks
T-34/85: The same as their REDFOR counterpart.
T-55A: The same as their REDFOR counterpart.
T-55AM: The same as their REDFOR counterpart.
T-55AM2PB: The same as their REDFOR counterpart.
T-72: The same as their REDFOR counterpart
T-72M: Like their North Korean counterpart. Cost 45 points to deploy.
T-72M1: The same as their East German counterpart
Recon
Biên phòng Việt Nam (Vietnam Border Defense Force): A prototype unit of Vietnam. They're 5 men squad armed with AK-47, RPG-2. They have good optics and are militia trained and cost 20 points to deploy.
UAZ-469: The same as their REDFOR counterpart. Cost 20 points to deploy
Mi-2: The same as the rest of REDFOR
BRDM-1: Like the rest of the REDFOR
BRDM-2: The same as their REDFOR counterpart.
Viet Cong: A prototype unit to Vietnam. They are 5 men squad armed with
AK-47, RPG-7 and RPD. They are elite trained, have exceptional optics and cost 35 points to deploy.
Vehicles
ZSU-57-2: The same as the rest if the REDFOR.
SU-100: The same as their Chinese and North Korean counterpart. Cost 15 points to deploy.
BRDM-2 Konkurs: The same as their REDFOR counterpart.
BRDM-2 Malyutka: The same as their REDFOR counterpart.
BTR-60PB: The same as their REDFOR counterpart.
BTR-70: The same as their Soviets and East German counterpart.
Helicopters
Mi-4: The same as the rest of the REDFOR
Mi-8: The same as the rest of the REDFOR
Mi-8 Gunship: The same as their North Korean counterpart.
Mi-24: The same as their North Korean counterpart.
Fighters/Bombers
MiG-21MF: The same as their East German counterpart.
SU-22: A SU-22 armed with NR-23 cannon and 4 1000kg bomb, they had 15% ECM and cost 105 points to deploy.
J-5: The same as their Chinese counterpart but rearmed with 4 250 kg bombs.
J-6: The same as North Korean F-6
J-7: The same as North Korean F-7B.
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Author's Note: Sorry for not updating for so long. My Gate fanfiction did a fine job on distracting from the story.