NationStates Jolt Archive

"and the world shall remember the day then few stood against many"

Russia, what is it? What is that word, that spirit, that ideal that keeps billions of people living together, that keeps them loving their motherland and living by their sacred attachment to their soil? Russia the land of beauty, the land of wilderness, the land of unconquered will, it is impossible to break it, it is invincible it is as if the human beings living on that land are trees, their roots running down through the soil they call their own, the blood of past generations that fought to defend it feeding the new generations with the will to fight to the last drop sacrificing themselves so their children can one day grow up and live the life that their parents never could. A famous Russian proverb states "hope dies last" and it is true, with the Russian culture, Russian tradition, Russian identity as a people hope dies last and in that it never dies at all as one passes the others remain and their hope never vanishes, their strength never dissipates, their will to live and protect that which is theirs never disappears. A Russian poet once said "as long as there is one Russian alive on this earth Russia will remain strong".

Something has been brewing over horizon, the big war, the last war, the war which will decide the fate of Mother Russia and its children. The last chance for freedom from oppression and hypocrisy of western world. The October Alliance, the most evil conglomerate of nations that ever existed waits in the darkness its teeth already chewing on Mother Russia's flesh, its claws already ripping apart her heart and the beast only wants more. They wish for the will of the Russians to be broken, they bring war to her true children's doorstep and cover it with a cloak of lies and hypocrisies. But where comes a point then it is enough, there a comes a point then children must act to protect their mother and such a point has arrived.

The Mish-11s pierced the sky over Kremlin, one squadron of many protecting her blue seas. The table was set a long time ago and now the game has begun, only a match was needed to light this barrel of gun powder, and such a match was about to be lit to the west.

"Then we are prepared entirely now?"

"Yes, sir. This council is prepared to begin."

The uniformed military leaders once again sat in that office, the location of which unknown only to these officers. The war would continue, it was the TOA that provoked it believing that the Russian forces would back down when they reviled a hoax. This would be the time for the Russian honor to be proved whether the federation stands with them or not they would fight.

"This is the soviet pride, if the TOA decides to act against us that is their decision. The GSO charter does not protect us here if we attack and so we must believe that our russian allies will make the right choice."

"Commander, once again please inform these men about the remaining plan."

"Thank you, Sir, alright. Gentlemen our targets are set, by the four hour set time Kostroma will be on fire along with many other towns. They are but cottish people and so their deaths will not be felt by anyone but cotland, once the rockets and missiles fire we will begin the air invasion. MiG-71's have already started up and have gotten airborne to hold the skies and we have deployed a few recon troops over the border to examine the locations. With MLRS's all across the border soon all hell will break loose and Cotland will know the Soviet pride."

"Then his leadership approved of these orders."

"Yes he has. Kurstrovitz has signed and approved of every detail and is prepared to make the war proclamation once the attack commences."

The border of Cotland controled Kostroma and USR controled Kirov was covered in camoflauged MRLS's all loaded with 12 round rocket pods and a system that would guide them right on target. The rockets were loaded with a special tail that would guide them perfectly then drop them like artillary hitting from above like a falling dumb bomb. It was late, 4:00 AM to be exact and the 153 MRLS trucks that sat along the border were finally given the order to take their aims. Kostroma was the main target as the capital city of that region and would take a bulk of fire while many other targets included small towns and villages all over the territory. They would not fire yet until they recieve the final launch orders but it was obvious many of the soldiers handling the trucks were ready to begin right at that moment. With 3 soldiers to a truck and 14 extra for guards the border had become the heaviest military occupied area in the USR and that would soon change as the ground forces would invade after the rocket strikes.

Meanwhile at a Kirovian Base south of the city hundreds of thousands of USR paratroopers were preparring themselves for the drop in. A song played over the intercom echoing with a shreiking electric guitar to get the men ready in mind and body. Guns were checked and pre-loaded then switched to safty mode, this would not only be the first chance the USR used its military in an actual war but it would be the testing point of the USR's military as a whole. With the large planes fueling up and moving to the runways and the soldiers lining up to load into the planes the sight of this military base was amazing. The 36th Paratrooper division had only dropped four times and seperatly as squads not as a whole, here stood the entire 6,400 man division ready to jump in various locations along with other men from other planes something that none of them had seen before. Some were frightened but most were proud that they were fighting to gain back the USR land they had lost once before and gain back that respect the USR had never earned. Cotland invaded without reason but here these soldiers had reason, the Cottish were the enemy and they were threats of Russian peace and the breakup of Russian brotherhood. They were the retarded sister of Mother Russia and must be delt with as so. (For anyone that might take offence to the word retarded...sorry?)