Nerotika
16-12-2006, 05:50
The winter weather of Russia was particularly harsh this day, the nighttime surrounding didn't aid much either. The red and yellow lights on the runways showed bright, enhanced by the white snow. The runway was cleared enough for the single engine plane of Karl Viliant to land that night and Kustrovitz's newly enlisted Soviet Guard were waiting, black dots near the orange lighted small building in central Omsk. They stood with military cloths baring strapped on AK-74M's. On their heads sat street camo cloth wrapped kevlar helmets baring a red start symbol with U.S.R. written above it.
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Omsk would be the meeting place for Kurstovitz and Viliant, here everything about The Syndicate relations with the Soviet Republic could change. Viliant had not liked Kurstovitz's approach to taking the lower lands and had ordered the RLF disabanded once the revolution was over. Ideas of dictatorship with him in charge were his forethought but when Kurstrovitz was placed as leader Viliant had to speak to him. Viliant's thought for the soviet expansion so early was that neighboring territories would feel threatened and attack the new republic. Viliant wanted so much to rule the russian land and with Kurstovitz taking over he had no choice but to keep his position in the Syndicate and continue hiding from his enemies. Now many things would change, he would speak with the man behind the soviets and strike agreements with him, maybe Viliant would get his land after all.
The plane came in and made a quick landing, going into a hanger as fast as possible. Viliant stepped down from the stairs of the plane to be greeted by the Soviet Guard to which he smiled and with a wave headed toward the black box looking sedan. A guard opened the door and Viliant stepped inside, meanwhile the hanger was being shut and the pilot was lighting up a smoke with the remaining soviet guards.
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Kurstrovitz had set up a small conference room in a windowless bunker basically in the middle of a forested field. There was a simple wooden table, two chairs and twenty guards, the building had the same red star and U.S.R. symbol on the side of it as the Soviet guard did, infact this was the new symbol of the military and they waited no time in placing this everywhere to claim the territories. Vitaly stepped out of the bunker to await the arrival of his ally, he wore a long wool trench coat colored black, his thinly rimmed glasses had sled down to the tip of his nose and the cold left his arms crossed.
http://www.socialistviewpoint.org/sum_03/trotsky.jpg
The Soviet guard were split randomly around the area except for two who stood by the single steel door. The guards were talking to each other with an ease of lessened discipline then other divisions of lesser value then they. Though they talked they were alert and when the lights of the oncoming black sedan shined through the midnight moonlit forest they took their positions. Three before the street to check the car, two in the trees to give support for any troubles, four on their knee's with guns up ready to fire the rest watching near Vitaly. The sedan stopped as ordered and the guards waved him off after which the car rolled up next to Vitaly.
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A guard ran up and opened the door revealing Viliant who stepped out wearing a green camo jacket and a black had with a red star on it, a show of support for the soviets.
"Ah, Karl Viliant. Its nice to finally meet you." Said an approaching Vitaly with a hand out to shake.
"And the same to you comrade." Viliant responded with a firm grasp to Vitaly's hand.
"This way, please after you." Vitaly directed Karl toward the steel door which was being opened by the door guard.
Viliant nodded and walked forward entering the white room of the bunker. He looked around seeing nothing, no maps or papers. Just a plan white room.
"Yes well, I suppose you were expecting something with more papers about it. Sorry for that, maps are still being drawn in detail as well as our new government papers and such. Its in the process, but for now I wanted to speak with you instead of the papers." Vitaly immediatly responded to Viliants look of surprise.
"Yes well, all fine. I was expecting a more political meeting but I suppose I havn't had a plain one for so long that I always expect it anyway." Viliant chose his seat across from Vitaly who had walked to the left, across from Viliant.
The door was shut behind the two men and their meeting begun.
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Omsk would be the meeting place for Kurstovitz and Viliant, here everything about The Syndicate relations with the Soviet Republic could change. Viliant had not liked Kurstovitz's approach to taking the lower lands and had ordered the RLF disabanded once the revolution was over. Ideas of dictatorship with him in charge were his forethought but when Kurstrovitz was placed as leader Viliant had to speak to him. Viliant's thought for the soviet expansion so early was that neighboring territories would feel threatened and attack the new republic. Viliant wanted so much to rule the russian land and with Kurstovitz taking over he had no choice but to keep his position in the Syndicate and continue hiding from his enemies. Now many things would change, he would speak with the man behind the soviets and strike agreements with him, maybe Viliant would get his land after all.
The plane came in and made a quick landing, going into a hanger as fast as possible. Viliant stepped down from the stairs of the plane to be greeted by the Soviet Guard to which he smiled and with a wave headed toward the black box looking sedan. A guard opened the door and Viliant stepped inside, meanwhile the hanger was being shut and the pilot was lighting up a smoke with the remaining soviet guards.
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Kurstrovitz had set up a small conference room in a windowless bunker basically in the middle of a forested field. There was a simple wooden table, two chairs and twenty guards, the building had the same red star and U.S.R. symbol on the side of it as the Soviet guard did, infact this was the new symbol of the military and they waited no time in placing this everywhere to claim the territories. Vitaly stepped out of the bunker to await the arrival of his ally, he wore a long wool trench coat colored black, his thinly rimmed glasses had sled down to the tip of his nose and the cold left his arms crossed.
http://www.socialistviewpoint.org/sum_03/trotsky.jpg
The Soviet guard were split randomly around the area except for two who stood by the single steel door. The guards were talking to each other with an ease of lessened discipline then other divisions of lesser value then they. Though they talked they were alert and when the lights of the oncoming black sedan shined through the midnight moonlit forest they took their positions. Three before the street to check the car, two in the trees to give support for any troubles, four on their knee's with guns up ready to fire the rest watching near Vitaly. The sedan stopped as ordered and the guards waved him off after which the car rolled up next to Vitaly.
http://chechennews.org/img/basayev.jpg
A guard ran up and opened the door revealing Viliant who stepped out wearing a green camo jacket and a black had with a red star on it, a show of support for the soviets.
"Ah, Karl Viliant. Its nice to finally meet you." Said an approaching Vitaly with a hand out to shake.
"And the same to you comrade." Viliant responded with a firm grasp to Vitaly's hand.
"This way, please after you." Vitaly directed Karl toward the steel door which was being opened by the door guard.
Viliant nodded and walked forward entering the white room of the bunker. He looked around seeing nothing, no maps or papers. Just a plan white room.
"Yes well, I suppose you were expecting something with more papers about it. Sorry for that, maps are still being drawn in detail as well as our new government papers and such. Its in the process, but for now I wanted to speak with you instead of the papers." Vitaly immediatly responded to Viliants look of surprise.
"Yes well, all fine. I was expecting a more political meeting but I suppose I havn't had a plain one for so long that I always expect it anyway." Viliant chose his seat across from Vitaly who had walked to the left, across from Viliant.
The door was shut behind the two men and their meeting begun.