I just wanna say, this is a fanfiction of Vengeful Soldier's story 'And So the Soviets Conquered' if you havent already please read that story. Nothing here is Canon to his story, it is purely an excercise in a concept I always liked, having demihumans fight alongside humanity. Do please leave a review, I'm a bit rusty at this writing thing, and enjoy this story. Updates may be spotty, but I'll try to keep it going.
Anyways, enjoy comrades!
Suma Village, Democratic Vodoglia Republic, 50 miles from Rubigrad (The city on mount Rubicon) 55 years since the imperial soviet war and 45 since the closing of the japanese gate
Suma Village was a small farming community, no more that 500 people lived there, the majority being bunny warriors. This small village stood in stark contrast to the city of Rubigrad, capital of the Democratic Vodoglia Republic, the newest member state of the CCCP. In the aftermath of the war with the empire, many new states for different groups were created, each a communist ally. In the far outskirts of the village were the many farms, growing carrots, wheat, potatoes and even brewing vodka. But right now it wasn't harvest season, so the workers and their children were relaxing, drinking tea, talking and playing games.
"Haha you can't catch me!" jeered a young bunny girl, running through the fields while her friend chased her, laughing all the same. "Yula you're too fast!" shouted her friend behind her, panting. Yula laughed, "Pshhh, Laila what're you talking about?" she said sarcastically. Yula stopped running, waiting for Laila. While Yula herself had snow white fur,Laila instead had chestnut brown fur. Laila was panting, kneeling on the ground trying to catch her breath, "How… are you… so fast!?". Yula smiled, "Genes I guess, my gramma was a bunny scout, speed is in my blood!" Yula beamed with pride. "Hey how old is your gramma anyways?". "She's like… almost 88 now". Laila paused "Wow… just wow. I mean like 60 years ago we bunnies only got to like 45". "I know right?" said Yula, "We're 15 right now, but we have so much left ahead of us". Laila nodded, "Thanks to modern medicine!". "Mmmhmm, gods I'm thirsty, wanna head to my place for some drinks? My mom's tea is the best!". Laila nodded and the 2 walked off.
Five minutes later they arrived to a wooden cottage atop a hill. The house itself was quaint, with a small wooden porch, a set of metal wires connecting to the telephone lines along the road and to town, several windows and a stone chimney jutting out from the top. But next to the front door there was a metal red star. A symbol placed on houses to symbolize that a veteran of a large war lived there. Yula pushed open the wooden door, instantly greeted by warmth. "Hey mom, I'm home". The inside of the house was nice. Consisting of 2 levels, the first level had the kitchen, living room and one bedroom, while the second floor had 2 more bedrooms. A bunny poked her head out of the kitchen, both ears listening to her daughter, "Oh hey sweetie, welcome back. Oh hi Laila" she waved. Mrs. Lunia Duma was the mother to Yula Duma, had her same snow white fur and was almost 35 years old. Lunia noticed how tired her guest and daughter looked, "Would you both like some tea?" Laila and Yula nod their heads, "Okay, ya'll can go sit in the living room, I'll get your drinks. Oh and can you ask gramma what she would like to drink?". The girls nodded and walked off.
The living room was nice, with a couch, a chair, a desk and bookshelf and the fireplace. But the most luxurious feature was the TV on a table next to the fireplace. Currently all that was on was some old human movie, but the thing was a luxury to have. And no one in the house enjoyed using it more than Yula's grandmother, Losha Duma. Losha was sitting in a lounging chair, enjoying her programs. Losha had been around for a long time, and that age and experience showed on her. Her white fur had dulled a considerable amount, and her face was lined with wrinkles and a large scar over her right eye, thankfully not blinding her. Even now she wore glasses, her keen eyes having been weakened with age. But her ears, one was cut off halfway down, the old imperial way of marking a slave. Losha smiled seeing her granddaughter and friend walk in, "Hello sweetie, how was your day?". Yula smiled, "It was great, we played tag. And I woooon" said Yula, smirking. "Yeah yeah, you're super fast. We all know". Yula pat Laila on the back, "Oh gramma, mom wants to know if you want a drink?". "Ah, can I have some vodka? It's getting late and I have to sleep soon". "Okay gramma, Laila, just make yourself at home while I go get our drinks" said Yula, leaving the room. Laila sat down on the couch, sinking into its soft cushions. She looked around the room, noticing photographs and paintings before Losha pulled her out of her thoughts. "So my granddaughter outran you today?" Laila nodded, "Good, I expect nothing less of my descendant. I used to be the fastest girl in my tribe, I outran even imperial cavalry, and as a scout I moved through the forests at speeds no man could match" Losha smiled, lost in her thoughts. Laila noticed the TV, showing footage of soldiers running up a hill with guns, "What're you watching?". Losha shrugged, "Old movie, something about the Korean war in the human world. I'm just recognizing some of the equipment from my time in the ranks". Yula returned with the drinks, her mother following. Yula handed her gramma a glass of vodka before giving Laila a cup of tea. "How's the movie so far mom?" Asked Lunia as she settled into the couch. "It's alright, they're using real combat footage here and there, but it is nice to see some of the gear and tactics I and my group used back in the day". "Ohh that's nice, when i grow up I wanna become a scout just like you gramma!" declared Yula, "I can only imagine how great it was to become one". Losha nodded, smiling softly, "We were slaves. Escaped from the mines and a broken scattered people. But the general… he saw something in us. I and the rest of our race owe him and the union our eternal gratitude. Without them your mother and you would not be on a nice farm and a calm village. You'd have been slaves like I was. The general trusted us…".
Camp zhukov 65 years prior
A 23 year old Losha sat in her tent with 2 other bunnies, getting out of the driving rain. Losha was famished, she could see her ribs to the smallest detail whenever she bathed. The pitter patter of the rain reverberated through her ears, making the conversation between the rest of her tentmates harder to hear. One of them was a red haired bunny, her left arm wrapped in bandages, courtesy of the soviet medics. "They just gave me some white round things to eat and boom, one week later my wound isn't infected anymore!" she gushed. "Wow Wenlo, that's incredible! They gave me a wrap for my head to heal a cut I got from a rock in the mine" said a black furred bunny. "Wow these otherworlders sure got some incredible equipment huh, right Penn?" Penn, the black furred bunny nodded. "What about you Losha, they help you with anything?". Losha shrugged, "I didn't need much, just some alcohol to 'sterilize' some cuts". Losha closed her eyes, slowly dozing off, listening in on the other bunnies conversation. "Whaddya think of the new Taisech?" asked Penn, absentmindedly fidgeting with her bandage. "Well I still cant believe he carried me to the medics tent! Much less that he treats us like equals. If he hadn't gotten me to the medics, they say my infection woulda killed me". Penn whistled, "Whoo, that sounds like it could have gone bad. I personally like the 'soh-vee-ehts' they are being so nice". Wenlo nodded, "I just wish there was someway we could repay them. Some girl tried to thank a soldier by offering herself but he just said no, that the soviets did not want payment like that". "Hmmm well we should try to think of some-" Penn got interrupted by a loud roaring outside, as a Mig25 at the airfield took off into the night sky, rocking the very air with its noise, sounding even louder to the bunny's sensitive ears. Losha spoke, "I want to fight the empire". Penn and Wenlo turned, "Again!? Losha we lost last time! What in the name of Hardy's hell makes you wanna try again?". Losha sits up, her stomach and legs covered in bandages, along with her left ear, that had been cut in half. "Because we have other worlders this time! Look at their gear! Iron elephants? Flying chariots? Horseless carriages and explosive wands! If there is any power that could beat the empire it's these guys". Penn shook her head, "But would they even help us?". Losha sighed, "From what some elves told me, the empire attacked their world. They're here for retribution. They already wiped out a mercenary army, with their magic they could level cities". Penn and Wenlo were silent, "But… why would they need us then? We're just… slav-" Losha rose and slapped Penn across the face, "Dont say that! We are warrior bunnies! Not slaves, not pets. WE ARE NOT THEIR PROPERTY ANYMORE!" Penn rubbed her cheek, "But look at us Lo, we're starving, injured and broken! Our tribes are scattered, our queen Tyuule betrayed us. Our home is gone… and we're just a lost people". Penn fell to her knees, tearing up. Losha knelt down and hugged her, as Penn began to sob. "Shhh listen. You're right, our home is gone, and our queen betrayed us. Our tribes are scattered and most of us are slaves. But look around you" Losha lifted Penn to her feet. "We are surrounded by 50,000 escaped slaves and 15,000 warrior bunnies. Our tribes may be scattered but this is our new tribe, our new home". Losha sat penn down on her cot and pulled open the flap to their tent, pointing at the walls of Fort Zhukov, "And in their is the man we made our Taisech. If enough of us ask him to let us fight, he just may. The soviets may be strong, but this world is still new. They will need help, and as bunnies it is our duty to help our Taisech however we can". Penn and Wenlo smiled, tearing up as Losha continued, "We need our revenge".
Losha's yelling had caught the ears of many bunnies around their tent, and through the night word spread, from tent to tent as bunnies heard what Losha said. Although she'd never known, that night she lit a fire in all the bunnies in that camp, and filled them with a resolve to fight.
The office of general Alexandrov,
Alexandrov sat at his desk, beset by a veritable mountain of paperwork. He did have orders to fill out for equipment, reports from scouts and pilots to read and a call with Marshall Konev in 10 minutes. But right now he was nose deep in a report from Dr. Pajari regarding the warrior bunnies. Ignoring the questionable ways the doctor attained this information, the general focusing instead on the cultural information on the race. He had heard enough gushing about their biology from Dr. Pajari to last a lifetime. Of course he had been instructed to learn about the different races of the other world by the Politburo, but he had taken a keen interest in the warrior bunnies. He was after all crowned their Taisech, a position that he and the communist party felt uncomfortable with as it did imply monarchy. But for now the soviet government was willing to overlook it, so long as Alexandrov never acted as a monarch, and made it clear that he accepted the title as an honorific. 'Taisech, a title given to a united leader of the bunny warriors people. It is a title that is earned when an individual shows great daring or honor in an action'. "Hmmm. So it is a mix between a hero of the soviet union medal and a promotion?". A knock on his door, "Come in", Alexandrov didn't even look up from his papers as the individual opened the door. "Comrade General, report from our scouting groups. They are having issues with forested terrain that our vehicles can't penetrate". "Noted, leave the report on my desk, I'll find a solution". The man nodded, leaving his report on the mahogany desk before leaving. Alexandrov continued to read, 'Bunny tribes are almost always fighting, whether between themselves or outsiders, they are an army constantly on leave or on the march'. Those words stuck out, there were now 15,000 essentially soldiers outside his fort. Alexandrov was a soldier's soldier, he understood what doing nothing can do for morale and restlessness. 'Morale… those girls were just slaves, they cant possibly be doing well mentally. And I am not letting Pajari anywhere near them'.
He sighed, putting down the report and rubbing his eyes. He put the report down next to the last one he'd read, 'Slavery in the other world'. Alexandrov had read the whole report and felt sick to his stomach. The barbarity of this 'Saderan Empire' against its natives was disgusting to the patriotic war veteran. He had discussed his finding with Marshall Konev over the phone, who passed it to Premier Kruschev.
The phone rang, prompting the general to pick up, "Ah Konev, great to hear from you again". "Same to you comrade general, how are operations going in the other world?". Alexandrov leaned back in his chair, grabbing a cup of coffee and taking a sip. "Good so far, antislavery operations are going well and we have captured several Mythril mines. Our scouts are having issues with terrain, local knowledge and cultural exchanges though. But I am working on a solution". "Good good, our intel says that the Americans have not found out about the gate, so we aren't in too much of a rush to get things done. Have your forces encountered anything new?". "No sir. Well not exactly, one of our scouts hired a local knight on dragonback to serve as a scout. They're mainly using gold looted from a tax collector to pay her". "Hmmm, I'm not a fan of mercenaries, but that seems like a good use of resources, it always helps to have locals help us out". All of a sudden an idea hit Alexandrov, "Sir… we have a lot of patriotic war equipment leftover right?". There was a pause on Konev's end of the line, "Yes… we do. Why?". Alexandrov looked out the window, "just checking, we may need some later. Local guides and scouts shouldnt look like mercenaries after all".