Generic empire
06-09-2004, 06:52
General Mikhail Greghov, commander of the Imperial colonial army in Mozambique, stepped off of the truck, into the sealed off area of the New Port Belgrade dockyards. In front of him sat 300 brand new ZZ-1 double-barreled tanks in factory condition. General Greghov took one look at the equipment, and practically drooled. This was more than he could have hoped for. Command had really gone all out in reinforcing him.
He walked towards one of the machines, and ran his hands over the metal. The Imperial emblem had been emblazoned on the side, so that the enemies of the Empire would know to whom these fine machines belonged. An officer approached the General from behind.
"Sir!"
General Greghov turned around. The other officer saluted smartly. General Greghov returned the salute.
"Colonel."
"I trust you like the new toys, General?"
General Greghov grinned widely.
"Of course, and I will enjoy testing them even more so."
"Speaking of that, General, we are preparing to get underway."
"Excellent."
"We have a helicopter prepared for your observation."
"Fine. Let's get started."
Several trucks sped into the compound, and unloaded the crews.
"We will be using twenty of the machines in our tests today."
"That will be sufficient."
General Greghov walked towards a waiting helicopter, and stepped in. The tank crews boarded their machines. As the chopper lifted off, the tanks rumbled to life, and lumbered out of the compound, and through the dockyards. The colonel yelled over the noise of the rotors.
"The test sight will be a village twelve miles north of here."
The helicopter followed the armor across the savannah. Ahead, the small village began to appear. In the dusty streets, the natives went about their daily business. Women gathered water fromt he well. The men headed out to the fields. Children played in the streets, unaware of the devastation about to befall them.
"Here we go."
The tanks advanced, lumbering towards the edge of the fields. The villagers looked on in confusion at first, and then began to run in panic. The colonel gave the order.
"You may fire upon the test subjects."
The machine guns opened fire on the fleeing farmers. The bullets ripped through the fields, cutting the wheat low, and burying themselves in the bodies of unfortunate victims. The tanks accelerated, driving over the fields. Wounded villagers were crushed, the sound of breaking bones and mashing flesh sickeningly audible. The people screamed, and continued to run, eventually being caught by the tanks, and pulled beneath the treads.
The dual cannons of each tank opened fire ont he village, the shells slicing through the air, and erupting in clouds of smoke and flame. Debris, and bodies were thrown into the air. Cattle, startled by the noise, began to run in confusion, only to be ripped to shreds by bullets and explosions.
The tanks rumbled on, smashing houses and villagers. The flames consumed everything, and bullets whizzed through the streets. When the armor reached the other side, the village had been annihalated, every man, woman, and child slain.
"A successful test. Take us back. We'll celebrate with a Champagne I had flown in from France for the occasion."
"An excellent idea, sir."
The helicopter turned, and flew off towards a nearby military base, leaving the armor to follow.
He walked towards one of the machines, and ran his hands over the metal. The Imperial emblem had been emblazoned on the side, so that the enemies of the Empire would know to whom these fine machines belonged. An officer approached the General from behind.
"Sir!"
General Greghov turned around. The other officer saluted smartly. General Greghov returned the salute.
"Colonel."
"I trust you like the new toys, General?"
General Greghov grinned widely.
"Of course, and I will enjoy testing them even more so."
"Speaking of that, General, we are preparing to get underway."
"Excellent."
"We have a helicopter prepared for your observation."
"Fine. Let's get started."
Several trucks sped into the compound, and unloaded the crews.
"We will be using twenty of the machines in our tests today."
"That will be sufficient."
General Greghov walked towards a waiting helicopter, and stepped in. The tank crews boarded their machines. As the chopper lifted off, the tanks rumbled to life, and lumbered out of the compound, and through the dockyards. The colonel yelled over the noise of the rotors.
"The test sight will be a village twelve miles north of here."
The helicopter followed the armor across the savannah. Ahead, the small village began to appear. In the dusty streets, the natives went about their daily business. Women gathered water fromt he well. The men headed out to the fields. Children played in the streets, unaware of the devastation about to befall them.
"Here we go."
The tanks advanced, lumbering towards the edge of the fields. The villagers looked on in confusion at first, and then began to run in panic. The colonel gave the order.
"You may fire upon the test subjects."
The machine guns opened fire on the fleeing farmers. The bullets ripped through the fields, cutting the wheat low, and burying themselves in the bodies of unfortunate victims. The tanks accelerated, driving over the fields. Wounded villagers were crushed, the sound of breaking bones and mashing flesh sickeningly audible. The people screamed, and continued to run, eventually being caught by the tanks, and pulled beneath the treads.
The dual cannons of each tank opened fire ont he village, the shells slicing through the air, and erupting in clouds of smoke and flame. Debris, and bodies were thrown into the air. Cattle, startled by the noise, began to run in confusion, only to be ripped to shreds by bullets and explosions.
The tanks rumbled on, smashing houses and villagers. The flames consumed everything, and bullets whizzed through the streets. When the armor reached the other side, the village had been annihalated, every man, woman, and child slain.
"A successful test. Take us back. We'll celebrate with a Champagne I had flown in from France for the occasion."
"An excellent idea, sir."
The helicopter turned, and flew off towards a nearby military base, leaving the armor to follow.