Chapter Eleven

Author's Note: this is more then likely going to be my longest story ever as I have A LOT of C&C Games to go through. Although, if it helps, think of this as Part II in the overall story. For things like Red Alert 2 and Yuri's Revenge, I'll merge those into one part instead of having one for each. One last note, I'll also be including Generals into this. (Hence Alexis Alexander, Leang, and Prince Kassad.)

Supreme Commander Romanov

Undisclosed Location

Libyan Desert

Present day

1010 Hours Local

I gave the three people in the room a look. Why did they simply stop there?

"Well, what happened next?" I asked, pushing them to continue.

Natasha smiled. "Now, you have to talk to General Alexander. She has the next piece of the story."

"Wonderful…" I muttered as we strode out onto Prince Kassad's base. We managed to find our way out of that mess, and next we went to Maine, in the United States. We got there via aircraft carrier, and then have a Nighthawk helicopter transport take us the rest of the way. When we approached the US Coastline, two F-22A 'Raptors' from General Alexander's base went up to meet us in flight to determine if we were hostile of friendly. The two combat aircraft flashed past us so fast that the sonic boom put turbulence in our path, forcing the pilot to correct and not slam into the ground. The fighters circled around and the pilot talked with them on the radio for a while. Eventually, the fighters went into escort us until we landed.

When we did land, we all got out, ducking to avid the still-turning rotor blades. The nearby personnel saluted me and Leang as we disembarked. Natasha was largely ignored, and Kassad was given several glares. After the helicopter finished powering down, I walked into Alexis' Office. She looked up from the papers on her desk and looked behind me, seeing Leang, Kassad and Natasha. She waved us in, and before sitting down, she said: "So, he found us out, eh 'Tash?"

Natasha nodded, and explained how I found out what exactly happened, and where I was at in the story. When I was finished, Alexis leaned back in her chair. "Personally, Commander, I thought you'd find out about this a little sooner, especially with Yuri and his troops crawling around your base in the second Allied/Soviet war."

I sat down on the couch that faced her desk. "I'm waiting for the continuation of this story."

General Alexander laughed. "Always straight to business, huh? All right. since you guys seemed to blaze through the first Allied/Soviet War without me, the next part of our story takes place 25 years later, at the start of the Second Allied/Soviet war and a little into the Yuri War."

Alexis Alexander

July, 1970

Maine, United States

1200 Hours Local

I was reading the latest letter from Natasha. Even though it had been several years since we met, we still kept us this inane letter-writing. I also kept in touch with T'ing Leang, and Prince Kassad, although their replies were slower. Probably because Leang lived in China which checked all letters before sending them to their final destination and Kassad… well, he was nearly impossible to find. He didn't stay in one place long enough for my letters to reach him, and even then, I had a hard time finding out his address. Natasha seemed to be my fastest correspondent because she had apparently pulled some strings with her father and that allowed her to have her letters come in with only about a week of delay.

Dear, Alexis the letter began.

Sometimes, I don't know what's happening with Russia anymore. My brother keeps getting promoted and my father seems to think that all Americans are the source of all our problems. I tried to talk with him, but he keeps insisting that what he's doing is for the best. He's planning something with the help of Yuri, but I can't listen in. At least, not yet. I haven't tried using 'it' yet, but I'll see if that works. I doubt it though. Yuri is too good at finding out where I am. I think he's a psychic, but I can't be too sure. At least, not yet. I asked my father about him several times, but he doesn't seem to listen. Sigh, maybe I'm just being paranoid, but I'd still recommend you stay on your guard. Maybe 'they' will make another appearance. I don't know. I just thought our victory in Zurich was a little too easy, don't you agree?

Well, I look forward to seeing you again, Alexis. Maybe after this whole situation dies down, we can meet up in Zurich, just like old times.

Yours truly, Natasha Romanov

This didn't sound too good. Although that seemed a bit contradictory with what the news reports were saying about Russia; nothing at all. There were no tensions, no problems, no battles in the UN, no nothing. Although maybe I was overreacting. After all, the Allies had put Alexander Romanov in charge of the Soviet Union for one reason: all he wanted was peace and well-being to his citizens. He had said this himself in several press conferences. As for this Yuri fellow being a psychic… I dismissed that as a rumour Natasha picked up somewhere.

Besides, I just couldn't pack up and leave for Russia. for one thing, while I was old enough to get away from my parents, I wasn't old enough to fly anywhere. Secondly, I didn't have enough money to just leave like that, and thirdly, I didn't have a passport or any kind of paperwork that would let me go to other countries… at least legally. I had the Morphing ability, and I still used it from time to time, but I couldn't exactly cross an entire ocean and the entire country of Europe in under two hours.

I sighed and went to look out at the ocean. My apartment, while not huge, at least had an ocean view, so I liked it and I stayed there, despite the enormous cost of rent. (Well, it was enormous for me at the time.) As I stared out at the ocean, I thought I saw something in the sky. I focused on that single dark smudge on the horizon, and eventually, I saw more of them. Several other black smudges also formed on the ocean surface, and soon the sky and sea were packed with black smudges.

i kept staring at those things until they got closer. They were probably pretty big, and they were also very slow. Not taking my eyes off the things, I turned on the TV and listened to it. there was a story about somebody's dog attacking a large wolf of some kind, but eventually, that was cancelled out and a new story must have broke the news.

"This just in," the anchor said, slightly worried. "The Soviet Union has launched a massive strike pushing up through Texas from Mexico. Additionally, Soviet aircraft are converging on our country from all directions. We ask that you please remain calm, and do not leave your homes."

I looked back to the window in fear and sure enough, those things on the horizon had came close enough so I could actually see them: large blimps with what looked like bombs on their undersides, and ships that had two large missiles on them as well as several smaller things including submarines, and what looked like a monster come to life: a giant squid came out of the water, grabbing a ship, and pulling it under the ocean. I ran to the door and tore like hell trying to get out of the building before all hell broke loose. I managed to get outside just before the Soviet's tanks started going through the city. These ones looked pretty big, had two barrels, two sets of rocket pods, and they looked a bit similar to their old Mammoth tanks, although these ones were clearly different.

I ducked into an alley and tried to hide amongst all the other junk that was here. the tanks didn't seem to notice me as they drove past the alleyway, but I think a dog must have smelt me because I heard barking from somewhere nearby. I started sneezing a few seconds later, although I tried to hold it in. if I sneezed, I was done for, most likely. Seeing no other choice, I began morphing into the Bald Eagle I had acquired in Switzerland.

I started changing slowly, although by the time I was done, the dog had rounded the corner. I beat my wings to take off, but it was slow in coming because there weren't any thermals or anything to help me. Eventually though, I did and I managed to get off the ground before the dog tore at me. When I was airborne, I looked around and tried to see what was going on. A Soviet MCV was driving slowly though the town, looking for a relatively safe spot to deploy. When it selected on, it deployed and started making the Soviet's first foothold on US territory.

I was getting panicked now. Where was the air raid siren? Where were the nuclear missiles? What happened to our MAD (Mutually Assured Destruction) policy? Where was the Air Force? How could nobody see this coming!?

I looked around sharply, trying to see if I could see any sign of the US forces, or any other Allied troops for that matter, but… no. nothing. Cursing, I flew off to try and find some place that wasn't swarming with Soviet troops. I had already been shot at by them, and I didn't really want to have that done again.

Eventually, after I traveled a good few miles, I landed and demorphed. I kept cursing myself because of my inability to do anything. The Soviets had struck too quickly for us to do anything… although, maybe there was one thing I could try. After a while of walking through wilderness for a while, I eventually came across another city. This was a farily small one, and a doubt it was even on the map, but it was there nonetheless. I walked in and managed to get a pair of shoes and some decent clothes from a shop. (in the end, I had to punch the guy out and take the stuff out the back.)

Once I got my main problem taken care of, I went to find a phone or something similar I could use. I found a phone booth and dialled for the operator. At first, I thought the call center would have been overrun by the Soviet forces, but it was surprisingly still working.

"How may I direct your call?" the operator asked.

"Long-distance, please, the Alexander Romanov's residence."

There was no response for a while, and I bet the operator found me to be insane for wanting to call the leader of the Soviet invasion, but eventually, he put me thorough, and I quickly went to the best Russian accent I could possibly manage when the line was picked up.

"Da, Natasha Romanov here." the voice on the other end said.

Finally! A break! I thought relieved.

"Natasha" I said, instantly losing my accent. "What the hell is going on over there!? I'm seeing tanks, ships, blimps with bombs, and shit-loads of other Soviet forces trampling on my home state! I thought you said it was probably nothing in your letter!"

Natasha was surprised for a minute. Maybe from me actually calling her, maybe from hearing my voice again, maybe from what I was saying, or maybe a combination of the three.

"Alexis? Is that you?" she finally said at last.

"No, it's Santa Clause! Of course it's me! WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON OVER THERE!?" I yelled again. I was getting glances from the local cops, but I didn't particularly care.

"I don't know! My father and brother didn't say a thing about this to me! Why would they!? Anyways, it's not safe for you to be there anymore. See if you can't find a way into Canada. That would probably be the safest place for you right now. I'll meet you there in a few days."

"Thanks, although what about Leang and Kassad?"

"I'll call them myself, and tell them the exact same thing. Although… I think we're going to need more people to help us with the Yeerks. I have a feeling they'll be coming back… and get some powerful morphs. Even if they aren't coming back, I have a feeling we're going to need them."

"Right, see ya." I said and put the phone back. I sighed, and wondered how the hell I would be able to get from Maine to Canada with no money and with the entire Soviet Union after me… well, not after ME per se, but I was sure as hell that any American would be shot on-sight.