Fascist Confederacy
28-01-2005, 02:11
6:35pm -- Tallinn, Estonia:
Mihkail Gorbochef sat in his room, laying on his bed with a coloring book infront of him. The seven year old boy was oblivious to the world around him. He had no hate and no care for what was happening with his national neighbors. He'd heared his Mother--an Asian-Estonian of whom he took after--crying last night, but simply suspected it was the fact that Daddy hadn't come back yet from the Estonian-Latvian border. He'd heard on the news of a great might smashing resistance forces in his large, Northern European world, but hadn't given it much thought, he trusted his parents and people would take care of him.
Suddenly, a loud roaring noise flowed through the streets--sirens. He stood up at the side of his bed, looking out the window as people began to leave their homes. His Mother ran in the room, quickly scooping him up and running down the creaky stairs. He was in a state of shock when they finally made it to the street. Then it happened, a large shell from a B-90 fell into his two story home about fifty yards away. It erupted, the thermobaric shell all but vaporising the old wood and stone.
The two stumbled as they ran--hand in hand--down the cobblestone roads. The sirens were getting louder. They turned a corner and he saw a flicker of fire. They turned a corner and watched as a large amount of shells fell from the wing-shaped bombers on the streets below. Buildings were collapsing all around and the sky was nearly blackened from the Anotovs.
The two ran down toward the epicenter of the sirens, they say the home guard ussering in people into the shelter. Mikhail was crying by now as his Mother held him as they packed down into the tight shelter full of Asian-Estonians and full blooded Asians--mostly Chinese. They waited for what seemed like days, but it was only hours. Finally, after roughly four hours of bombardment, without any news from the outside world, the bombing raids ceased. The refugees heard tredds echoing above-ground along with the gentle rumble of diseal engines. Suddenly, the door to their make-shift shelter blew open. A Confederate soldier from the 9th Battalion looked down in on them, holding his ED-889 'Bison' assault rifle. The Fascian man looked at the cowering Chinese and smirked. He looked back at his comrades and shouted,"Hey guys! I found me a bunch of chinks!" With that, most of them knew it was over. The guard pulled two grenades from his flank-jacket and pulled the pins simultaneously. He quickly chunked the pair of ordinance into the shelter and quickly closed the door. A rumble jolted through the quit streets as the two grenades detonated in the shelter, killing the refugees...
7:10pm -- Baltic Sea, Off The Coast Of Saaremaa:
A Kriegsmarine wolf pack sat pivoted for attacked off the coast of Saaremaa. They were sitting at a position to knock out the largest naval base in all of Estonia. They awaited eagerly for the Admiral to give the order... It was given. From Lovertt class aircraft carriers, Mikyoan-71's were catapulted to the target. They began flying over the large naval shipyard. Missiles fired, hitting the heated engines of the battleships and sinking the aircraft carriers. From the 6th Wolf Pack came fire from the battleships' massive guns. They were directed towards both the enemy ships and construction yards. Explosions filled the night sky as fire and smutt clouded the view of the stars from the screaming and hussling sailors.
Flames erupted ever-higher as the fueld depots were struck, sending flammable fluids across the shipyards. Men screamed and dove off into the sea on fire, only to die from hypothermia in under five minutes. Over the shaky communications channel directed towards the shipyard, a muffled communication came through: "We.. sur-...end-...er! We-....[static]" Minutes after the communications came through, the assault on the shipyard ceased...
Secret Bunker, Battlefield Command HQ, Tallinn:
Prime Minister Juhan Parts lay on the floor, half his skull missing when an officers Ruger P345 blew off his face. His signature was on the 'National Asset And Estate Submission' document. He quickly dropped the pen after the signed the document. He soon met his fate aswell. The officer fired a .45ACP shell through the side of his skull, inner fragments splattering across the wall... The officer instructed the soldiers to grab the document and burn the bunker. They did...
Affiliated Media:
"As of Nine PM this evening, Estonia was signed over to The Confederacy after a heated battle for control. Over the past month, Estonian resistance agaist 'Confederate Imperialism' has caused a dramatic drop in economy, moral support, and even the Estonian kroon in comparisson to the Confederate Dollar. As of now, Estonia's Govenor-General has been named as Karl Sturm. Please stay tuned for more news on The Northern European Conquest."
Somewhere On Hikurmaa Island:
Trucks filed one-by-one into the center of the island complex: A Pacification Facility. The new prisoners were loaded off the trucks and instructed to do various things: line up, file into a gas chamber, or simply wait their turn as a small group of officers pecked them off one-by-one. There were only roughly 6,000 infidels in Estonia, thus it was only a matter of time before the crematoriums at Hikurmaa and other places across the nation--hidden in remote areas--would be put out of business. But for now, the soldiers delighted in hearing the inferior species scream...
Mihkail Gorbochef sat in his room, laying on his bed with a coloring book infront of him. The seven year old boy was oblivious to the world around him. He had no hate and no care for what was happening with his national neighbors. He'd heared his Mother--an Asian-Estonian of whom he took after--crying last night, but simply suspected it was the fact that Daddy hadn't come back yet from the Estonian-Latvian border. He'd heard on the news of a great might smashing resistance forces in his large, Northern European world, but hadn't given it much thought, he trusted his parents and people would take care of him.
Suddenly, a loud roaring noise flowed through the streets--sirens. He stood up at the side of his bed, looking out the window as people began to leave their homes. His Mother ran in the room, quickly scooping him up and running down the creaky stairs. He was in a state of shock when they finally made it to the street. Then it happened, a large shell from a B-90 fell into his two story home about fifty yards away. It erupted, the thermobaric shell all but vaporising the old wood and stone.
The two stumbled as they ran--hand in hand--down the cobblestone roads. The sirens were getting louder. They turned a corner and he saw a flicker of fire. They turned a corner and watched as a large amount of shells fell from the wing-shaped bombers on the streets below. Buildings were collapsing all around and the sky was nearly blackened from the Anotovs.
The two ran down toward the epicenter of the sirens, they say the home guard ussering in people into the shelter. Mikhail was crying by now as his Mother held him as they packed down into the tight shelter full of Asian-Estonians and full blooded Asians--mostly Chinese. They waited for what seemed like days, but it was only hours. Finally, after roughly four hours of bombardment, without any news from the outside world, the bombing raids ceased. The refugees heard tredds echoing above-ground along with the gentle rumble of diseal engines. Suddenly, the door to their make-shift shelter blew open. A Confederate soldier from the 9th Battalion looked down in on them, holding his ED-889 'Bison' assault rifle. The Fascian man looked at the cowering Chinese and smirked. He looked back at his comrades and shouted,"Hey guys! I found me a bunch of chinks!" With that, most of them knew it was over. The guard pulled two grenades from his flank-jacket and pulled the pins simultaneously. He quickly chunked the pair of ordinance into the shelter and quickly closed the door. A rumble jolted through the quit streets as the two grenades detonated in the shelter, killing the refugees...
7:10pm -- Baltic Sea, Off The Coast Of Saaremaa:
A Kriegsmarine wolf pack sat pivoted for attacked off the coast of Saaremaa. They were sitting at a position to knock out the largest naval base in all of Estonia. They awaited eagerly for the Admiral to give the order... It was given. From Lovertt class aircraft carriers, Mikyoan-71's were catapulted to the target. They began flying over the large naval shipyard. Missiles fired, hitting the heated engines of the battleships and sinking the aircraft carriers. From the 6th Wolf Pack came fire from the battleships' massive guns. They were directed towards both the enemy ships and construction yards. Explosions filled the night sky as fire and smutt clouded the view of the stars from the screaming and hussling sailors.
Flames erupted ever-higher as the fueld depots were struck, sending flammable fluids across the shipyards. Men screamed and dove off into the sea on fire, only to die from hypothermia in under five minutes. Over the shaky communications channel directed towards the shipyard, a muffled communication came through: "We.. sur-...end-...er! We-....[static]" Minutes after the communications came through, the assault on the shipyard ceased...
Secret Bunker, Battlefield Command HQ, Tallinn:
Prime Minister Juhan Parts lay on the floor, half his skull missing when an officers Ruger P345 blew off his face. His signature was on the 'National Asset And Estate Submission' document. He quickly dropped the pen after the signed the document. He soon met his fate aswell. The officer fired a .45ACP shell through the side of his skull, inner fragments splattering across the wall... The officer instructed the soldiers to grab the document and burn the bunker. They did...
Affiliated Media:
"As of Nine PM this evening, Estonia was signed over to The Confederacy after a heated battle for control. Over the past month, Estonian resistance agaist 'Confederate Imperialism' has caused a dramatic drop in economy, moral support, and even the Estonian kroon in comparisson to the Confederate Dollar. As of now, Estonia's Govenor-General has been named as Karl Sturm. Please stay tuned for more news on The Northern European Conquest."
Somewhere On Hikurmaa Island:
Trucks filed one-by-one into the center of the island complex: A Pacification Facility. The new prisoners were loaded off the trucks and instructed to do various things: line up, file into a gas chamber, or simply wait their turn as a small group of officers pecked them off one-by-one. There were only roughly 6,000 infidels in Estonia, thus it was only a matter of time before the crematoriums at Hikurmaa and other places across the nation--hidden in remote areas--would be put out of business. But for now, the soldiers delighted in hearing the inferior species scream...