Gaia Rodina
21-05-2004, 03:01
Comrade General Gregarin pulled his fur coat around him as the T-90 MBT rumbled across the Antarctic tundra. The Red Army C-5A Galaxys had long since become inpractical to use in this barren waste. To the right of the General, a pair of Red Army Mk. 6 Mobile Construction Vehicles struggled across the permafrost on their chained wheels. Red Command had deemed it too time consuming to replace the wheels with tracks, but Gregarin now thought that decision was in error.
"Comrade! How long until the target?"
"Coming up on three hours to the fields, Comrade General."
Three more T-90s followed the General's tank, along with numerous other auxiliary vehicles. Red Command had agreed to dispatch some more artillery-type vehicles once the area was secure, but Gregarin had hoped that he would be given more than four tanks.
This oil and uranium will be worth it. If it will help us against our enemies, then I am willing to brave this cold.
Some Greenpeace activists had protested the plan of the People's Army to mine the resources on the Antarctic continent, but these protests had been squelched by the government. There was no room for environmental nonsense in time of cold war.
"Comrade! How long until the target?"
"Coming up on three hours to the fields, Comrade General."
Three more T-90s followed the General's tank, along with numerous other auxiliary vehicles. Red Command had agreed to dispatch some more artillery-type vehicles once the area was secure, but Gregarin had hoped that he would be given more than four tanks.
This oil and uranium will be worth it. If it will help us against our enemies, then I am willing to brave this cold.
Some Greenpeace activists had protested the plan of the People's Army to mine the resources on the Antarctic continent, but these protests had been squelched by the government. There was no room for environmental nonsense in time of cold war.