For your information, Oy is hi from me
Anyways, this is the start to a storyline, for a Modification (mod for short) for a well known Computer game, "Command and Conquer: Generals". Keep in mind, early stages and I plan on doing much touchup on every 'block' in order to get a well polished finished product. Thx in advanced. -Kulbertinov
PS Sorry for the odd formatting.. didnt copy real well.
CnC Judgment Day- A Soldiers Story
Prologue
The Red Army, the Soviets, the War Machine; Whatever you called it, it was the same thing
into the hearts of millions, hell, billions. Though their backstab of an atack was a low blow, it was
undeniably intelligent on the behalf of premier Romonov. Following withen the inauspicious
footsteps of Nazi Germany, they had launched a war over night it seemed. Withen months much
of the world belonged to the Communist War Machine, red banners waved across the lands,
looking down upon civilization, a controlling force in which no one dared challenge, ‘cept the
Allied Forces that remained in a scattered in lacerated form. The last organized approach at
freeing the world of its hellish state was near Argentina, with the fallback of Antartica.
Such a state was not to last however. The soviets, lead by premier Romonov himself, had
accomplished a daunting task in such a miniscul time, and to believe they would show any mercy
with their hands wrapped around the world was a dazzed illusion between a fantasy land and
reality itself. Zero Hour approached, the last efforts of Germany, America, the UK, the entire
remaining Allied forces were to be fought out in the next few days. The battle resolved itself after
a mere day and half of fighting, the allied forces fled to their final hope of Antartica.
An eerie silence fell upon the almost mystical tropical fields of Argentina, the Allied forces final
forward mounted outpost. Fierce the fighting had been; but no comparison for what to was yet to
come. Men torn to threads like yarn at a kittens paw lay scattered under the luminescent
moonlight, their cold bodies motionless. The creek, however small it may have been, no longer
flowed with its sparkle it once carried, rather it held the very blood of the men laying above it, in
it, and around it. Casualties were estimated at 150,000 men; and this was only a small skirmish.
The picture had been started, but every good artist knows it is possible to change the final
product. It was no longer a matter of glory, no, it was a matter of Good vs. Evil, a classic duel of
light versus the darkness, a battle with no soft resolution.
It was true that the allies had lost their homelands, America, United Kingdom, Japan, even
Germany, but they had never lost their will to fight. The courage in which the allied forces
possessed was unrivaled, and most certainly not underestimated. But this was not to say the
Soviets were lackluster in the field of battle potential, oh no, they were just as fierce, although
their power came in the form of overwhelming numbers and brute force, rather then extraordinary
fighting. They were a seemingly undefeatable war machine, designed purely for the kill, the
destruction of all opposition that they would encounter on their path to global domination. And as
of yesterday, at o’ seven hundred hours, it was also true that the Allied forces had been pushed
from their last forward base, Argentina, to the last hope; Antartica. As I stand here this very
moment, I can hear the cries of the men to be slaughtered in the forthcoming months, possibly
even years. The cries that I could very well hear from myself, JR...
Never have I been known by my true identity. JR was my call sign, and I tended to keep it as my
profile as well. In fact, I do not believe anyone besides the top Generals even know my true
identity. This mattered not, as everyone was fine with referring to me as JR. This was due part in
fact to my rank as a member of the elite and often daunted Delta Force operatives, as a squad
leader to be more specific. My most recognized actions came from the battles over in Germany,
where I was first found. No more then a mercenary, I was trained in the art of sniping by myself,
and stood by my home, defending it from the endless waves of Soviet invasions, for fear of losing
it all. Here, within the perimeter of my own living quarters, I laid waste to nearly 100 Soviet
troops before being over ran in a blaze of the Red Army, as I retreated hastily through the
luscious green forest to the east. The scope of my rifle revealed a scene I had feared since the
dawn of the war, a scene that haunts me to this day. Fire tore down the walls of my hand-crafted
log cabin, the roof engulfed in a blaze of glory that seemed to have no mercy upon it, of which I
could almost see the very face of Premier Romonov himself, Cursing his evil smile upon the
valley. Tears rolled down my ill-treated cheeks like dew upon a maple trees leaves in the early
morning, for half of my life had been robbed, destroyed, and lost forever.
Of course, there was the other half to my life, my very existence. The thought had hit me
instantly, like a dagger into the flesh of my back; Alyssa. Though we may not have been together,
the feelings I have for her were unmatched, and undeniable. My mind went numb, for I feared the
worst. Should I lose her, I had no reaosn to go on. The passion within me was like a flame of
desire, for I just could not live a day without hearing from her, even if it was just a “how was your
day” from me to her, my body trembeled at the very thought of being with her, not in fear nor
disgust, rather of sheer love splitting down my bones, down my spine. Never before had I felt so
strongly for a girl, or for anything for that matter, nor do I believe I ever will. It was roughly
thirty-two miles, thirty-two god damn miles that layed between me and her. If the Soviets had
came through here, they were most certainly on their way to her hometown of Belzig. I knew, as I
had witnessed, that the wrath of the Soviet army would not be spared upon anyone. My leg had a
slight cut of which blood oozed out of slowly, staining my camo pants to a darker tint then that of
normal, however, pain was a matter of the past; I had already been ripped apart at the soul. Living
off the scraps I could find, and the water of the streams, I worked my way through the
entanglement of the forest, its Grappling vines, thick brush, and pesky bugs enveloping me as I
ventured further and further into its grasp. Lone Soviet scouts seemed to be endless, I continued
to lay waste to Conscripts through out the day and night, keeping myself alive. Even though I was
never spotted entirely, or at least not by anyone able to report me to authorities, I felt as if a dark
nemesis was stalking my every move..
I reached the outskirts of town within a couple of days, much to my suprise. I was not in all of
that great of shape, but the love withen me seemed to push me on so endlessly, no matter the
actaul state in which my body was at. My arrival suddenly striked at my heart, creating the illusion
of a premature heart attack. Much to my dismay, before me was the Red Army in all its devilish
glory. I watched in awe as they slaughtered any resistance to their cause; Men, woman, and
children alike. Houses, scorched and charred, collapsed to the very dirt in which they had been
constructed upon.
I glanced about. Alyssa’s house was on fire. I felt my heart sink, my stomach turn in anguish as
I feared the worst. My trusty Remington 700 acted as my eyes as I scouted the area, when I saw
her. Both relieved and disheartened at what I saw, I looked on with a sudden feeling of
hopelessness, as an entire armored brigade shadowed the town.
For some miraculous reason, the soviets had spared her, or so it should seem. Perhaps it was
her beauty, or her cooperation, I do not know to this day, but there she stood, prisoner of war for
the Soviets, my love of my life, conquered, and commanded.
Ever since that day, I have fought along side the allied forces, not only for their cause, but for
my own. Something inside of me tells me my love lives on, where, I do not know, but every night
I cry and pray for the impossible to happen. Every day I polish my rifle which protected me as
best as it could, and ease the five round cartridge into place. I will never be the same without
Alyssa, and I would give my life if only to try in vain to find her once more, for this force withen
myself was too great to ignore.
The cold desolated lands of Antarctica gave way to the final standing base of the Allied forces.
Our central base of operations now, though cold as a frozen hell, was fairly well secured.
However, the soviets had gained intel on our position, and things as we had grown accustomed to
seemed to be changing rapidly...
