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"Kill, Drive, Escape, Hide."

That was the thought running through the 6 men's heads. It echoed over and over again. The 4 men were of the Lotus and were in a white van. They drove slowly past where the Tocrowkians were stationed. The men were dressed as if they were painters, their van filled with 'painting equipment.'

"Javan, lets find where the soldiers begin to thin out. I don't want to get a round off before turning into swiss cheese."

The driver, now identified as Javan, turned to the passenger and cleared his throat. "Yes Rick I understand."

The men had been driving up and down for the past 2 hours and they had been watching the tocrowkians. It had disgusted them as they watched these soldiers walk through ralkovian lands like they owned it.

"There Javan. Right there, you see those soldiers. They are far enough away that we could kill them and they are distracted with their affections," he said pointing the 4 women and 2 men making out in an alley.

Javan parked a half a block away as the men got out. They opened the paint buckets to reveal grenades, pistols, silencers, ammo, 3 blocks of C4, and 2 claymores. The quickly walked towards the soldiers. One of them a woman pulled away from kissing her partner another woman. They looked to both be 20 or 21 Rick thought to himself.

"What do you need Ralkovian?" The woman said with an air of superiority. It sickened rick who had been thinking of sparing the women only moments ago or at least not killing them.

"We need...you dead," he said as he took a knife and stabbed into the womans stomach. Even if there was armor it would stand against his blade. She looked at rick blood dripping from her mouth. He grabbed her face and whispered into her ear.

"Look at how your pure people die so easy, we shall have fun making you 'impure.'

Her comrades had been put down and quickly massacred. Blood pooled at the feet of the soldiers as it drained into the sewers.

Silencers had kept the dirty business quiet and the men had time to skin them and then tie them by a wire. Tavin, one of the men, had gutted 3 of the tocrowkians and placed C4 and the detonator or claymore to the string.

Should the tocrowkians try and cut them down the explosives would go off. The men had killed 5 of the tocrowkians and abducted the leader.

The noise of the chopping blades were dulled by the cabin. Sturmscharführer Annemarie Harpe would have been able to block the noise out even if it wasn't, however. The Veteran Storm Trooper was all to used to the sound, and at this point in her life found it normal, even comforting. The men and women around her all sat with arms crossed and eyes closed as the chopper flew over the city and made it's way toward the temporary HQ that had been set up therein. Hours before she had been resting comfortably in her home in Ancheron, but she and her unit had been called into duty. Turned out that Govener Militant-Lugo wanted the best of the best to pacify Ralkovia.

As the chopper landed, Annemarie hoped out and jogged to meet the officer that had been assigned to brief her on her first mission. The young man saluted, and looked her up and down with her eyes. She was used to it, though. Though in her mid thirties, having spent most of her adult life fighting, she was still attractive. Only a scar that split her upper lip all the way down to her chin detracted from her looks. She half-heartedly returned the gesture. He waited until the rest of her squad had crowded around her and then began.

Annemarie was sickened to hear what the Ralkovian barbarians had done to the six troopers, plus the three that were wounded trying to recover the bodies when the explosives went off. However, there was one young woman left alive and she and her squad were to rescue her. An easy task...considering each Tocrowkian in the services had a small, electronic chip implanted in their wrist. A randomly generated 5-digit code consisting of three numbers and two letters allowed the location of any soldier to be tracked in any battlefield.

She and her squad made their way down to the armory. They were of course, no normal unit. They were elite, even among Special Forces. They were the Storm Troopers of the S.S., the ones hand-picked by the Grand Master to join the secret Ordnung des Löwen, the Order of the Lion. They formed prides, swift and dangerous and majestic. As Annemarie stuffed her cropped red hair into her helmet and placed tactical sunglasses over her eyes, she instructed that no prisoners were to be taken. And within the hour, they were on the way, tracking the faint signal of the implant chip...

Rick grabbed the woman before splashing water on her. She had been stripped in search for weapons or detection equipment. They had found nothing missing the signal of the small capsule in her wrist. The freezing water rolled down her body. Rick couldn't help but look. He wanted to do more but he was a gentleman. Or at least that was what he had convinced himself he was.

"Wake up woman," he said untying her bonds and handing her her clothes. He was careful enough to make sure he was far away if she tried any funny business. He looked at her in a sort of controlled lust, he wiped his sweat away on his tan sleeve.

She slowly moaned as if waking up from a dream, he looked at her injury and rubbed some cream on it. He was now in control of someones life. "Hold still," he said walking closer to her to examine the injury. He was in an awkward position but the guards around him also made sure she would not try and take him by surprise.

His face neared her stomach, his warm breath prickling against her cold skin. "You are very lucky, .4 inches and you would have been bleeding acid into your body," Rick said without much thought to where his hands were placed.

"Okay so what rank are you tocrowkian?" He said as he began to rebandage the wound. The woman was attractive and he could find no flaws or imperfections on her skin. No scars or bumps which meant she had only been in the military a short time so she couldn't be higher than a corporal.

"I have a name you know. And I'm a corporal," she said breathing a bit hard. The man's face changed instantly to anger. He slapped her with his ring finger and licked the blood now freely flowing from the side of her mouth.

"You are not the superior anymore tocrowkian. However what is your name?" He said taking out a cottonball and padding it against her cheek.

The woman dazed for a moment now spoke,"Corporal Ashley." She bit her tongue as the man used alcoholic pads on her wounds. His faced neared hers as he checked the damage he had inflicted. She tried to back away holding her head far away from the savage ralkovian.

"Bitch!!!" He said tying her up still naked and taking her clothes once again. "You better learn to mind your behavior or you shall soon find yourself at the end of a barrel."

He grabbed her chair and dragged it over the freezing air conditioner and left. He came back moments later with a bucket of almost frozen water and poured it on her.

"Now pay your dues bitch," he said sitting on top of her ensnared thighs. His face neared hers again. The heat of his beath warmed the now freezing tocrowkian. He held her for a moment before planting his mouth on hers.

Rick couldn't resist the temptation and now he made sure that she knew that the ralkovians were in charge by showing her who was the top dog. He woke up laying next to the sleeping woman. He couldn't remember what had happened but in a fit of anger and lust he had had his way. He felt terrible. He had broken the lotus code of gentlemanship. He left her tucked in a blue blanket. He looked at her sleeping on the bed she was covered in bruises head to toe.

He woke her up and decided to bring her outside. After crossing the corridors and main hall the woman...ashley got her bearings. They were in some sort of medieval fort probably in the middle of nowhere. Rolling hills and sand dunes blanketed the land scape as far as the eye could see. They were some 180 miles away from the capital. This castle was a ralkovian fort built in the 1400's and still stood today and it was being used as a supply base by TUMOR.

The medieval fort had been turned into a modern one. The parapets once filled with archers had AA guns. The walls which would have had patrols of swordsmen were now patrolled by men toting automatic weapons. The courtyard once filled with the calls of men training now was filled with tents and crates of supplies. The stables once filled with cavalry were now filled with mechanized cavalry. Artillery and mortars were entrenched around the walls and the fort held in it Four Abrams, Twelve Bradleys(4 of which were linebackers), and a variety of civilian and transport vehicles.

Over 140 men manned the fort and it was central to the control of the region. The Ralkovians in the fort were a mix of Lotus, Rising Sun, and Black Shadow. Among the 140 men there were four medics and eight engineers all twelve were female but they mostly kept to their jobs helping the men and women on the base.

Annemarie stared at the Fort through digital binoculars. Having tracked the signal, the Pride managed to pin it down to this location. For the purpose of remaining stealthy, her team was deployed ten miles away and had to march the rest of the way. Having received a general layout of the place from satellite imaging, she began to formulate a plan. Lowering her binoculars she reached into her pouch and brought out her tube of sunscreen and liberally applied more to her exposed face. "Fucking desserts." She cursed. Tocrowkians, having spent their lives in a mostly artic climate, had trouble when it came to fighting in dessert environments.

Turning, she saw her squad doing the same. It was a shame they hadn't packed more. But they couldn't let sunburns stop them from doing what they came here to do. Walking over to her team, she stabbed her knife into the sand. "We go up the walls." She said blankly. Garret Jenkins, her teams heavy weapons officer suggested they could blow a hole through the wall, but numbers weren't on their side here. No, they had to get in and out quietly. Or at least, remain quiet for as long as possible.

The Pride waited until night fall. Moving in silently, they approached the Fort's eastern wall. Their minesweeper of course lead the way, as the Pride weren't stupid. Any modern fortress would have landmines in one form or another as protection. It took quite awhile to navigate through the field, but they did. Annemarie was first, throwing her grappling hook the wall as the others followed suite. Fixing sound suppressors, they began to scale the wall...

Meanwhile

Ashley Jurgeon felt like her life was over. So many things, so many terrible things had happened to her within the past...what was it? Hours? Days? She had lost track of time. But the vivid memories of watching her comrades, and her soldiers being slaughtered and skinned like animals were still fresh in her mind. And Rachel...oh god, why did those animals have to do that to her? Ashley had loved her so much and now she was dead. She hated this country and it's people and for the life of her she could not understand why the Steward had not just nuked it.

She collapsed to her knees when she beheld the barren landscape around her, sobbing uncontrollably. She had been beaten and raped, and it was all catching up to her. She buried her face into her hands and fearfully crawled away from Rick, mumbling Rachel's name and the name of the Lord, wishing for salvation from her nightmare.

The sound of men talking at the top of the walls was quite distinct. They were talking in Common(Language easily understandable by all NSers) about the few things that happened over the week. As they chatted with each other the sound of anything clammering up the wall would be hidden.

The light from the main complex shone through the night lighting the climbers paths. They were lucky the fort was being occupied by the reserves and the newbs or else they might have been found.

One of the men grabbed Ashley as Rick was laying in bed. He brought her to the men in barracks 8 and used her. The men all took turns using her before bringing her back to Rick. He tried to bandage her up the best he could but he knew that she wouldn't get over it. A call came out a few moments later that a ralkovian contact in the colonies could get rick some serious weapons.

He boarded his helicopter forgetting about Ashley as the men would use her as they liked. He was needed elsewhere.

Annemarie finally reached the top, and clicking her weapons safety off heaved her self over the wall and took aim at a target. She blew the throat out of one man with a controlled three round burst, and riddled the chest of another full of lead. She turned to see the rest of the Pride had made the wall now and were all equally busy taking out targets. It was astonishing to watch as twenty men were all dropped in less then ten seconds without even getting a round off, but such was the efficiency of the Pride.

She motioned to a door and two of the storm troopers kicked it in, finding only a store house. The pride quickly drug the bodies inside and closed the door, hopefully delaying their detection. A few well placed rounds from the Pride's sniper had taken the tower guards out of commision, so now they could look for a way down into the fortress...

The long stair case was one of the 2 ways to get down. The other one a ladder. One of the men quickly entered a tank and began to fire with the machine gun on top at the men who were murdering the guards.

The ralkovians in the barracks were woken as well. Ashley was locked in a closet as the men headed up to kill the intruders. She was a broken woman.

The Pride's heavy weapons officer, Jordan Schmilding fired an anti-tank, fire-and-forget rocket toward the tanks machine gun. The resulting explosion took out not only the gunner, but the turret it self in a shower of fiery red-orange flames. Annemaire motioned for her troops to kneel as she saw the troops from the barracks running up as well. She squeezed her trigger, as did the Pride around her and they caught the Ralkovian's in a stream of overlapping fire.

Colonel Hugo Schaefer, the base commander, had been woken up by the sound of the gun fire. He had assumed it was some lonely group of travelers who had sympathies towards the Tocrowkians. Now with this gun fire was getting close and he, only having 2 hours of sleep was pissed.

He opened his closet and took out his SPAS 12 "A BEAR" ABEHR(Armor Breaking Extremely Heavy Recoil). He loaded it before walking outside. A bullet grazed by him. His eye, the one that hadn't been blown out by shrapnel in the great war, adjusted to the light. In front of him was a tocrowkian female trying to shoot at one of the privates on base.

He pulled the trigger and she went flying off the wall landing with a sickening thud as she fell almost 30 ft. "FUCKING TOCROWKIANS. I WAS TRYING TO FUCKING SLEEP," he screamed at the Tocrowkians now firing at his position.

Some of his men were entering the barracks and armory to try and get better weapons. He realized he was alone on the wall but still he was HUGO SCHAEFER, hero of the battle of the turnboll. One of the tocrowkian soldiers, one with blonde hair ran towards him screaming at the top of her lungs about killing her lover or something.

He accomodated her as well as she was blown back. The splatter of blood coated the man. Whose eye was now the same color, red. It glowed in the night like that of a vampyr. He had blood relations with the raskovs giving him the "all seeing" eyes.*

He tasted the blood. Tocrowkian blood tasted sweet, he licked the rest off of his lips. One of the tocrowkians, another female, tried to sneak behind him and get him with a knife. He smiled as he heard the noise and he turned around and grabbed the girl. He slammed her against the wall. The crunching sound of bone breaking was clearly heard even with the clammer of gunfire.

The tocrowkian screamed as he pushed harder. She moaned in pain as he broke through the ribs. He used her body as a leverage so he could bite into her neck. She screamed in pure terror as he licked the blood that had begun to spill out.

Several of the tocrowkians tried to advance but the soldiers who had gone to the armory were now back and peppering the tocrowkians with machine gun fire. Not to mention the vampyr who was shooting them with shotguns.

He continued to drink her blood before releasing her body which now not being held up by the man dragged down the wall leaving a trail of blood.

"YOU BASTARD, REBECCA!!!!!!!!!!!" one of the Tocrowkians yelled running at him the same way the other ones had.

"YOU WANT HER!?!?! CATCH!!!!!!," he said laughing as the blood dripped down from his face. He picked up the woman he had just killed and threw it at the soldier running for him. Both were knocked off the wall and onto a ralkovian below. The sound of bodies crunching against each other was absolutely sickening.

"I'LL KILL ALL OF YOU!!!!!" He said laughing almost insanely.

Ducking into yet another storage room as bullets peppered around them, Annemarie huddled in a corner and reloaded her weapon as the last several moments caught up to her. She quickly recounted the Pride's losses. First, the shotgun totting maniac had come out of nowhere and taken out Kristin. Even if the gunshot wound hadn't killed her, she was sure that the fall had. And a few seconds later, before she could stop her, Amelia ran toward the same shotgun wielding maniac and met the same fate. Annemarrie should have expected her to want to exact some form of revenge after seeing her lover murdered. In contrast to most armed forces, romantic relationships between it's members were not forbidden. No, quite the contrary. Intimacy between comrade in arms was allowed, even encouraged as it was thought to make a group more united if there was someone you loved and cared about fighting beside you.

However, the tactic had it's downsides, as evidenced by what happened. But Kristin and Amelia had been together for years, so something was bound to snap when one of them went down. So now she was minus two casualties instead of one. Rebecca had gotten within stabbing range after that, but he detected her. The rest of the Pride was forced to listen to her high pitched screams as she was crushed and exsanguinated, unable to do anything. Then Karla ran forward, firing her assault rifle hoping to avenge her comrade, but the psycho threw Rebecca's limp body into Karla and forced them both off the wall.

Now it was Annemarie's turn. She demanded the remaining rocket launcher for her own purposes from her heavy weapons officer, along with a light machine gun. Heaving both weapons, she ran out and fired the rocket launcher directly into the crowd of Ralkovians that had them pinned down, dropped it and emptied the belt of 50. Cal ammo down toward them. She discarded that weapon and continued her run, drawing her knife and her sidearm as she charged Schaeffer...

(He is not really a vampyr he just shares traits with one. What happened with you on MSN?)
He smiled at the woman rushing him again. He clicked the trigger hoping to blast her away, the gun jammed. He threw it to the side before pulling out an Officers Katana.
Colonel Schaeffer smiled as he parried the woman and then tried to cut into her. She parried and almost turned it around on him.

He was now using the sheath as well, he whacked the hand holding the pistol hopefully knocking it out of her hand. Stepping over a body he now used his sheath to try and stab(not with the blade just a painful poke) while he used the Katana to hold her knife up so she could not block.

"You are good Tocrowkian. You're friends however......are not so good," he said smiling. His red eyes looked as if they were spinning. It would be so easy to just stare into those eyes forever. He truly enjoyed the battle and the blood. It could be seen in his eyes. His hypnotic eyes.

The walls began to shake intensly as what felt like an earthquake was interrupting the battle.
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The Ralkovians down below were now just firing pepper shots. Some, the unwounded, were retreating to a few of the underground networks but one of rockets had blown up a major ammo depot underground. The walls began to shake as ralkovians and tocrowkians were thrown about. Over 1 kiloton of explosives were underground and in a second they turned the western walls(the ones where your men climbed up) into rubble. The northern wall was beginning to break as well.

The underground network was turned into a super heated wall of explosions that wiped out most but not all of the few men who managed to hide in their. The battle had been decided and now the ralkovians who were heavily wounded were surrendering. The few uninjured ones tried to hold the 'keep' of the fort, a small stone tower in the middle but with the explosion half of it came tumbling down. Turning the tower into a cut through.

A sniper at the top who had probably inflicted the most damage to the tocrowkians dropped 50 ft screaming the entire time. Blood splattered as his broken body lay in front of the ralkovians trying to hold the fort. The number of ralkovians 141 altogether had dropped to less than 50. The soldiers in the keep did what they did best, they loaded their assaults and attached bayonets. They needed to make it to the vehicles and cut through the tocrowkians. The Ralkovians charged screaming the entire time as they emptied round after round at the sheltered tocrowkians.

One of them laden with C4 would blow up the second ammo depot hopefully collapsing the other walls and destroying the tocrowkian menace. In barracks 8, the soldiers inside were putting out enough firepower to hold any one back. Two pieces of artillery were now aimed at the walls Schaeffer and Annemarie were on. "FIRE!!!!!!" the barracks leader screamed as the artillery pieces released the shells at the wall bringing parts of it down.

One of the men grabbed Ashley and through her down into the basement. If she was found with them in the closet even those surrendering would be killed. He dragged her by the hair into one of the rooms in the basement before tying a clothe around her mouth, having a little fun, and then locking the door leaving Ashley in the dark room.

The sound of battle was now beginning to whither as numbers fell to 41 then to 31, and then to 21. Finally the battle was contained to just Barracks 6 and 8. Some of barracks six cut into the walls that separated them from barracks 7 as they tried to rally with their heavily armed brethern.

"WE SHOULD SURRENDER," screamed one of the ralkovians, a 1st Lt. "We aren't going to survive if we don't. We can offer the woman life as insurance for our own. At least we might be given a head start to leave. We won't have any chance of survival and dips and the rest of the gals are in barracks 6."

Everybody around them looked, the Lt. was the highest ranking officer alive. The Ralkovian picked up a loudspeaker and tried to talk to the tocrowkians.

"Please we are willing to surrender!!! We will give up the woman. Please consider are offer. We just want to go home. We are only supply officers we don't fight."

Her hand stung as the sheath smacked into it and sent her sidearm spiraling away from her, off the wall and into the sands far below. And it didn't mattered what his eyes looked like. She wasn't looking at them, all she was trying to do was look for some weakness to exploit, someway to kill him. She was on the defensive now, blocking two weapons at once. But the veteran stormtrooper wouldn't be subdued so easily, and she proved it by deftly dodging two attacks and stepping into his guard. With a movement almost too quick for the eye to catch, she chopped his wrist hard and caused him to drop the sheath, which she promptly kicked off the wall.

Still, it was a katana, of all things, vs her knife. A faithful steel companion that had tasted the blood of many enemies, but a knife none the less. The odds were stacked against her even more when she factored in the size of her opponent, but she stood undaunted. With her free hand that had once held the pistol, she flipped off her sunglasses and her helmet and let her hair spill across her back, revealing her face in the process.

"I want you to know mongrel, who it is that takes your life."

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The Tocrowkians stopped firing for a moment as the Pride considered the offer. They then responded. "Bring the girl out first, and then come out with your weapons raised. above your heads."

He span his Katana,"What is your name woman?" He said his eyes beginning to glow in the dark.
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The men quickly got the woman and brought her out. They kept their weapons trained on the Tocrowkians just in case they opened fire. It was standard of ralkovian war manuals.

Each one filed out with hands in the air. The other men inside, the ones who had raped the woman, had not wanted to get captured headed to the basement where they bit into cyanide capsules.

"My name is Sturmscharführer Annemarie Harpe." She replied. And that was enough talking for her, as she reeled forward and using the entirety of her upper body strength, parried his katana away and plowed through his guard. She kicked in a kneecap, and then round-house kicked him right in the face sending him into the side of the wall. She prepared her self to end it, clutching the knife firmly in her hand she strode forward, wanting to slam it straight into his heart.

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With the battle essentially over, the Pride moved out and subdued the Ralkovians, cuffing them with duct tape and holding them at gunpoint. By that point, Ashley had been reduced to a crying, shivering shell of a woman, but the sight of friendly forces gave her some comfort. Wrapped in a flimsy cloth blanket from one of the Pride's kit, she was lead to a small room while the Pride called in the regulars to take care of the rest.

He grabbed her and kicked the blade out of her hand, they were now both defenseless. He got ready to grapple with her only to find his knee beginning to falter. He didn't have enough time as he found himself faced with the womans blade. He had just enough time to pick up his Katana and hold it to her body. Both would die if they tried to kill each other.

He looked to his men as they had been brought to the floor and could only narrow his eyes as they returned to the normal blue. "For the sake of my men will you accept my eternal service under the accord of the War of Two?"

Annemarie considered her position for a moment. It was a stalemate. She could easily slit his throat, but as a result she'd have her own guts spilled all over the wall. An ignominious end to her career. Plus, it'd add another casualty to the Pride and she was always against that (especially when said casualty was her.) With a begrudging sigh, she lowered her knife and sheathed it. "Very well." She whispered. "I accept your service." Of course, she had no idea what it meant, having no idea of whatever accord he spoke, but that was a problem for another time.

Within a half hour, a full platoon of Tocrowkian soldiers from the army arrived via helicopter. The area was thoroughly swept, the bodies of Ashley's tormentors being discovered and unceremoniously riddled with bullets and then cremated. The poor girl her self was loaded onto a helicopter that would fly her to the capital, and then back to the Reich where a team of experts would assist her in her recovery, both physically and mentally. The story was released, though the military had demanded that her name had been withheld for her own peace of mind, of a Tocrowkian woman being molested by the mongrels of Ralkovia. It served it's purpose by enraging billions.

Standing near a chopper, Annemarrie looked wistfully at the non-describe bags that held the bodies of Amelia, Kristin, Rebecca and Karla. Had the lives of four women really been worth the life of one? Not to mention the dear girl in question was broken, and would need years of therapy to even function in society. But they had taken out an important base of the rebel movement too....she tried to comfort her self with that knowledge. Both then, and on the long ride back to the capital.

Schaeffer watched the woman, he had guessed what her thoughts were, he thought he was right and when spoke he tried to sound as humble as possible. "A rescue mission is one of the hardest possible missions a commander has to commit too. Their is one question that always remains. That is, are the lives of my troops worth saving just one? That question cannot be answered. It can only be rationalized and the pain lessened when you think that you have done something else. Such as broke the enemy, caused a major blow, etc.

Have you ever heard of the Hildat Rescue?(Famous Rescue of a captured ralkovian soldier) I was the commander for that mission. I lost 20 of my men and my eye. Each morning I wake up with the reminder as I can only see half the world.

The question even 10 years later still ponders in my mind," he said sighing.

He took a breath before ending it with the words,"My master." He remembered that he belonged now to the Tocrowkian. He had forfeited his life for his men. Had he done it sooner he might have saved a few more of them.

He sighed again before looking down at his cuffs. He took another breath trying to forget his previous commitments. He had no wife, no kids, no real friends. Just loyalties to his men and to the grand master. He looked out the window towards the sun. The other tocrowkians in the helicopter looked as if they were about to kill him. He had after all single handledly massacred 4 of the tocrowkians, the women's blood he had thirsted from still remained on his desert tan shirt. He had remembered her blood, it had tasted like sweet youth. He was a raskov, a king vampyr, one who would serve from fits of blood lust. That was why he could never have a family, kids, or friends. He would only end up killing them later. It was a curse and a gift. He put those thoughts away for another time.

Now another question came to mind. He looked down again thinking hard. He had tried to defend his country but all he had accomplished was losing his men. He had not known of the soldiers who had raped the prisoner if he had he would have hung them all. Rape, even of the enemy, was dishonorable and the cause he had fought for, lost his men for, had demanded honor but there was nothing honorable about snatching tocrowkians off the street and killing them.

Nothing honorable about guerrilla warfare and nothing honorable about rape. He was facing a sort of crisis in principles and now he felt the anger rising in him. He held on through his rage, he could not risk losing himself right now. He took a deep breath as he forced back his anger.

(Should I attack the governor now?)

The hatch of the helicopter was open which let in a cool wind as the blades chopped and the vehicle plowed through the skies back toward the capital. She ran her finger thoughtfully over the scar that split her chin and her lip as the Ralkovian spoke. She did not respond to him for a long time, instead digging out her knife and removing the dirt and sand that had collected under her fingernails during the battle before she finally decided to grace him with a response.

"I do not need your comfort. Those women died in service of our Reich and our Steward. Any reservations I have are minuscule compared to those."

"Just because a leader orders you to do something. It is up to commander to interpret it and try and figure a way to do that. Perhaps if you had negotiated for her I would still have my men and your women wouldn't be dead," he said getting a little angry, he realized once again he had overstepped his boundaries and added a,"forgive me master," to the end of his sentence.

"The tocrowkian just entered his home," said Justin through the radio, they had been watching from a hill almost a mile away from his mansion. He turned to his friend, a young girl carrying a sniper rifle. "Sheila, can you take out the guards yet?" He said barely above a whisper. The girl nodded as she took aim at one of the guards at the gate. All around his house 8 sniper teams had been placed with silenced Barrets. It had cost them almost a million dollars in total to get the sniper rifles snuck past the tocrowkian ships in the large rice containers from the colonies in vietnam but it would be a great victory if they could kill this man.

Everything was done with quietness as the sniper teams wiped out everyone at the front of the house with silenced shots. The eight tocrowkians guarding the outer perimeter were now dead. A van a few miles away laden with explosives was given the green light as it sped down the long road to the governor house.

Jamal watched as the speedometer reached 40 then 50 then 60. Finally it reached 80 mph. The van quickly closed the distance as it raced into where the tocrowkians house was. Jamal looked at the detonator and held it in hand as he crashed through the barricade and pressed the detonator.

500 lb of C4, TNT, and plastic explosive went off along with 10 fuel drums of gasoline. Altogether almost 1000 lb of explosive material blew sky high only 20 ft from the governor house.

The night became bright as day as the explosives blew. The sniper teams quickly retreated back to their cars and raced away only leaving a few personnel mines around where they hid. One even left a grenade attached to a dirty magazine. Should a tocrowkian pick it up they would find themselves quiet surprised with what would happen before meeting an untimely demise.


TUMOR was quick to show footage of the wreckage and carnage on their website and despite no one knowing if the governor really survived reports of the massive display of power by TUMOR grew some support by ralkovians.

The death guard quickly broke up any demonstrations of approval for what RNN called a terrible display of cowardous.

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Governor-Militant Viktor Lugo had returned home from the military briefings on the pacification of Ralkovia few hours earlier. Since then he had his chefs prepare him an eloquent meal consisting of roast beef, pork, lamb and shell fish. Currently the Governor was soaking a roll in the broth that the lobster had been cooked in and munching quite loudly, and bellowing orders to his Ralkovian servants for more wine. His Tocrowkian Guards looked on in obvious envy of his gluttonous meal.

The Governor-Militant was about to retire for the evening after he had finished his meal when there was a terrible screeching sound in the front yard. He was about investigate...before a van plowed through the front door into the foyer. Instinctively he reached out and grabbed something, which turned out to be a lowly Ralkovian servant to shield him self. That turned out to be the one thing that saved his life.

Hours later, Lugo had been retrieved from the wreckage. He had suffered only minor injuries, the most severe being a broken leg. All around the Reich the attack was being condemned as a cowardly terrorist act and the perpetrators were ordered to be found and punished for their actions.

News of how the governor had used a ralkovian servant to save himself spread quickly across the country, many local news stations condemned the action. While the state-run news, RNN heralded the Ralkovian Servant as a hero among hero's. However this did not quell the TUMORs increasing membership. Groups of protesters gathered around the old Senate building which had now housed the Special Tocrowkian Administration of Ralkovia(STAR).

The STAR building was close to the Imperial Palace of Ralkovia, a building that had seen plenty of regime changes but always managed to be the capital. It was only a few hundreds yards away and it was a behemoth compared to the old senate building. It housed hundreds of thousands of Ralkovian government workers and most department chiefs. That was why a Brigade of Death Guard stood between the protesters and the Imperial Palace of Ralkovia.

Naturally, the protesters gathered around both buildings, chanting phrases about Tocrowkia leaving. The situation was tense as the protesters began to throw rocks at the STAR building. The tocrowkians didn't do much as the large field that formed the 'gardens,' were long enough to make sure that any rocks thrown didn't even come close to reaching the building. Though as the protesters around the Imperial Palace saw what the protesters around the STAR building were doing they tried to mimic it.

These rocks ranging from pebbles to apple-sized chunks pelted the death guard who stood or patrolled the Imperial Palace, specifically the ones at the tomb of the unknown soldiers. The Death Guard began to shout for the protesters to leave immediately but the protesters were to angry to heed the warnings. Fire trucks were immediately called in and boxed the block in and began to spray pressurized water.

The death guard again told the crowd to disperse before calling in the Black Vans* to make the mass arrests. The crowd again writhed against the ralkovian protesters. Several hundred tried to jump over the fences separating the street from the STAR building and the Imperial Palace. The death guard once again ordered the crowd to sit down or they would shoot. Most of the ones trying to climb the STAR buildings fence and get to into the building stopped and it was up to the tocrowkians their to chase them back over the fence.

However amongst the protesters in the Imperial Palace were agents of the Black Lotus, the self-named Black Lotus were radicals of the Military Order of the Lotus who had found fault not only with the Tocrowkians but also with the Ralkovian government. The Black Lotus began to open fire from the crowd at the death guard.

A few death guard standing upon the towers and spires were knocked down as gunfire sent them falling down, some more than 400ft. The death guard were quick and vengeful as the sound of miniguns chewed up the crowd of militants and civilians who had climbed the fence before turning on the protesters themselves completely decimating the closest bodies of the large groups.

Afterwards the hundreds of thousands of protesters realized that the guns would be turned on them next quickly fell to the floor surrendering. Still the death guard opened the gates to the Imperial Palace and quickly fulfilled their names as the "Governments Butchers."

They killed anyone not laying face to the floor hands and legs spread, they killed anyone already injured by the miniguns, and they killed anyone near a weapon when they found one. The death guard showed no mercy when they killed. Children, adults, and the elderly. Males and females. Blacks, whites, and Asians. Regardless of race, creed, gender, color, and beliefs, they did their job killing those who did not do as they had asked.

The death toll was estimated to be anywhere from 1000 all the way to 100,000. No ambulances were called because everyone knew those who were wounded were to be killed. It had gone with the death guards ideology on protests. If you were shot then you needed to be killed. It had been taught to them their entire lives and that is how they worked. By the end of the day the death toll reached a staggering 8924 dead. The sewers of Barkanos ran red with the color of blood.

The Empire had spoken and it was for the support of a subjugated nation under the tocrowkian overlord.


Grand Palace of the Emperors
City of Josuha

Emperor Josh Raskov watched the special RNN report for the government officials only. The civilians had not needed to know what the governments butchers had done without RNN able to put an appropriate spin on things. He had ordered that Communication be shut down in Barkanos to prevent the news from spreading. Internet, telephone, cell phone, radio, texting, even mailing was shut down but it was almost impossible as word got out about a massacre of some sorts. The government was only lucky that it didn't mention who had done in or what had happened.

He quickly had the government answer these questions by containing and quarantining the city. The next best thing he could do was to prevent visitors from entering and citizens from leaving and manipulate the news. The government did this by leaking reports that said that government believed that protesters in Barkanos were exposed to a biological attack when TUMOR militants tried to launch containers of germs at the STAR building and Imperial palace.

Now Josh was left with a question. Should Ralkovia have allowed Tocrowkia to take Ralkovia over without war? He had only agreed to becoming a protectorate to prevent violence in the homeland but now that the Ralkovians were acting out and violence was occurring was he correct in his decision.

Josh continued to watch the T.V. before a death guard opened the door to the throne room a packet in hand. He immediately bowed and went down onto one knee. Josh sipped a cup of water. The golden cup was encrusted with jewels and it was fit for the Emperor but more importantly a layer of liquid nitrogen filled gaps in the gold leaving the water almost always freezing. Of course the cup was attached to a small hose that regulated the nitrogen. He swallowed the water before saying proceed.

The death guard walked the long hallway to the throne before going down on his knees and reciting the usual formalities of hail to the G-d, ruler of ralkovia, king of vietnam, lord of korea, Divine Leader of Yemen, blah, blah, blah. Josh had not cared for the little trinkets of monarchy such as his title and just preferred Emperor Josh Raskov or even just Josh. Josh cut the death guard off amongst the titles with a cold stare.

The death guard realized that he was carrying on to long and G-d wanted to know what he was carrying. The Death Guard neared the G-d sitting in the throne, he tried to calm his heart beat. He stretched his hand out which held the packet. He felt G-d himself touch his armor as G-d took the packet from his hands. He smiled on the inside, he had been truly been blessed.

Josh nodded his head for the death guard to leave, but the death guard still stood. Josh was getting a bit agitated and told the death guard if he had anything else for him. The death guard stuttered for a moment trying to gather his words. Joshs old face quickly turned to a frown. He was getting angrier and this death guard moved no faster. Finally the death guard found the right words said that it would require a response.

Josh opened the packet, the tearing of paper echoed loudly through the large room. He took out 4 letters in all and began to read. Three letters asked permission for certain training exercises. He quickly wrote yes and signed his name. The last letter was just a black piece of paper with a red cross on the top. He took a knife and cut into his forearm. The skin old and soft easily gave way and blood slowly gathered at the surface. He took a lick and his eyes old and worn began to change red. His anger gathered and released as he felt rage towards the death guard who handed him the letter. He controlled himself an expert in the use of the Eyes Of The G-ds. That was the official name for the red eye, the death eye, the ring of death, etc.

Looking at the black letter he could see the special ink, written in a special type of blood that prevented it from the U.V. detection. It could only be read by Raskovs who had the Eyes of the G-ds.

He read it and his frown turned to one of neutrality if that was what it was called to neither smiling or frowning. His lips were straight as a ruler. However inside he was smiling. He had read that the mission to transport Project Group 013* had been successful along with the destruction of the blue prints for all of Project Group 013's work.

He took the letter and put it on the side of the throne. At the bottom was a small hole that one could put a slip of paper which was transported to the "inferno." A large incinerator almost 10 stories down into the ground. The incinerator also had served as a place to drop incompetent officials and prisoners through. The emperor could press a button dropping two trapdoors sending those who did not please him over 300ft underground into a burning pit.



Lotus/TUMOR Fort
Near Yucater Mountain
4 hours after massacre in Barkanos

General Lee Hubbard sat in front of a screen playing a live feed. He cleared his throat as the anti-government news agency FPNN began to talk about the massacre at Barkanos. Information and pictures had finally been leaked and now FPNN was reporting on it. They had called in a TUMOR representative, the highly esteemed General Hubbard to talk about the effects this would have. Little did they know that the government which they said did not even monitor its own illegal wire taps was always watching. Within the next 2 hours of the interview/show the FPNN was doing the location of the supposedly 'safe and unknown' TUMOR base had been found.

The government would keep it in a data base and keep it secret from the Tocrowkians. That would have been the case should the intelligence agency actually functioned correctly and one of the operatives had not been bribed by the Tocrowkians to provide information. The location of the base was transferred to the Tocrowkians after another 12 hours when the operatives shift was over and he met the one of the agents of Tocrowkia at a coffee shop. He handed the packet with the location and several pictures of the complex to his overlords.

He hoped his reward would be as valuable as the information he had just revealed. Not only did he tell them just where the base was but how many soldiers were there and what kind of support they had. Altogether the TUMOR base held 3000 soldiers with tanks, anti-aircraft, artillery, helicopters, and supplies. Most of the base was also deep underground inside the mountain protecting it from any missiles and most bombs. The base was constructed several decades ago to withstand nuclear attack.

Pharamas, Tocrowkia

Steward Mahone sat reading the reports of the massacre on his Onyx throne. The vastness of the throne room it self stretched out before him, illuminated only by a string of florescent lights high above on the ceiling and the occasional lightening flash through the glass pane windows at the moment. The flashes of lightening revealed the towering macabre statues that lined the walls of the throne room, finally sculpted forms of screaming and grinning skeletons in armor and other battle dress holding shields and spears, as if guarding the path to the Steward him self.

His servants stood around him, waiting to tend to any need he might have but they preferred to sulk in the gloom of the shadows for now. After a long while he stood and sighed, collecting his long flowing black coat from the arm rest of his throne. He turned to his butler and nodded. "I'm going out for awhile, Jurgen. Be back soon." And without waiting for a response, he walked down the steps and into the shadows under one of the statues....


Grand Palace of Emperors,
City of Joshua

Mahone looked around the palace of his new underling, Emperor Josh of Ralkovia. Nice place he had here...nothing compared to his own of course, but still. He walked up to the door he knew the Emperor resided behind, which was currently guarded by four Death Guard. He smiled darkly.

"Good evening."

As the Steward opened the door all that could be heard was Everytime We Touch by Cascada. (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZK0GmiSMNGI) The Emperor was standing at the throne dancing, the death guard forced to mimic the Emperor. Emperor Raskov had a mic and was syncing to the lyrics.
One of the death guard turned to see the Steward,"RAZA USHA JENA." The other death guard immediately scattered taking up positions around the Emperor who kept dancing.

"EVERYTIME HMMMM HMMM HMM HMMM HMMMMMM CUZ EVERYTIME WE TOUCH....." One of the death guard clearly striped differently then all the rest tugged on his robe. "OHHH When did he arrive?.....Ahh......mmmhmmm....Oh really.....He's steward.....Him....Really...He looks like rodger from that old porno...You know the one....OH no hmmm....YEP.......K......That makes sense.....So why wasn't I informed....I would have wore my Imperial Emperor Clothing. Oh Sorry."

The Emperor Quickly faced the steward,"Sorry for keeping you waiting. Why wasn't I informed of your arrival?"

"I thought I'd pay a visit to my new protectorate." Mahone said with a shrug. "And when last I checked, I don't need to inform you of anything." He gestured to the Death Guard and disarmed them one by one. He didn't exactly like having guns pointed at him, after all. "We need to talk. About your men. There methods are...too brutal. My occupation will never work if they keep it up."

One of the death guard lifted up one of the 4 dead death guard. The Emperor shrugged,"Yeah and killing them isn't brutal at all. Sonny the treaty covered my conventional military. My personal guard can follow any path they want according to your treaty."

"A fair point." The Steward conceded, stepping forward. "But perhaps next time, you should kill everyone so the secret doesn't get out." He suggested. He sighed and looked around. "Anything to drink? I'm parched."

"Well it would be rather bloody. And yes, water, juice, soda or alcohol. Whatever you want I got."

((OOC: My apologies, but I'm having some serious hardware issues. Expect a decent post when I get my computer fixed.))

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