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Post by Coconut on Jan 11, 2009 16:22:40 GMT -5
The dark night cast it's voluminous dark folds over the edges of the Moskvarian plains, marking the edges of the lands controlled by the Cossack clans and leading into the feral world of the Tartars. The night was at it's full, the moon a thin, sickle; a good omen, considering the Communist principles of the Cossack tribe. Snow lay in drifts upon the ground, contrasting with the darkness with a sharp, white crisp blanket. The small, scrub like plants were covered with it, as were the beasts that lived out their nomadic existence on the plains. Yet even the light snow couldn't shine complete in the face of the darkness of the night, and even the snow was tinged a greyish shade.
Cossacks were on the move, their thick, fleece lined parkas, their heavy Soviet style boots crunching and hammering upon the frozen ground, rifles held before them and wolves upon leashes as they tirelessly moved towards the meeting point. All of them, in such cold weather, were wrapped up beyond recognition of individual features, all of them had their facial features and body covered. Sleds hadn't hadn't been chosen for this night, the traditional running being chosen instead. Rifles were slung over their backs or clasped in gloved hands as they moved, at the ready. Although there was a truce on, none of them, not even for a moment, would trust that much.
At the front of the procession led a figure slightly less bulky than the rest. Although the shape of her breasts and hips could not be seen under the thick parka, not could her face or any other distinguishing feature, it was almost the way she moved that seemed to indicate she was female. That, as a guess, was true, for she was Anya Nyetlenko, Wildcat of the North, architect of the truce between the Cossack and Tartar tribes as was on at the moment. There were no two larger tribes and, if this meeting went well, Nyetlenko's dreams could, very soon, become reality. A rifle was slung over her back and a pistol was clenched in her fist as she ran on, facing dead ahead, determined and not for a minute panting. For she was their leader and they her men.
As she reached the edges of the designed meeting place, the land had grown flatter. Before now it had been a sharp, empty night, devoid of all that much but for the darkness, the moon and the snow. Yet now a wind was beginning to blow, beginning to whip the snow around her face as she tore off her facial coverings. Her dark hair was blown about her head in a halo, as if she were not mortal but a Goddess instead, who'd deigned to visit this constricting Earth upon a whim. Pistol in one hand and facial clothing in the other, she faced ahead and roared into the wind: "Reznov!" She didn't expect him to betray her; he had too much to gain from this meeting. Her voice was strong and sharp, cutting through the wind like a knife, yet strangely beautiful too. Now she would see if he would answer her summons.
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Post by Spec-Opp Spartan on Jan 11, 2009 16:43:15 GMT -5
Rezov emerged from the Shadows grining he needed no wrapings he was use to the coldness of his home. "glad you could make it" said Reznov. He hoped she had no intention of betraying him because he hated cowards who would do such a thing. He stared at the woman for a moment noticing her beauty. "you now why you are here come let us get out from the cold" said Reznov as he pointed to a light in the distence. "I know you have walked far but it is only a little further..unless you wish to remain here there are stumps for us to sit on" said Reznov as he blew a ring of smoke from his cigar. If she did try something he had snipers in the distence to take her out at least both tribes would have lost their leaders. A wolf howled in the distence. "so you know I will not try anything I will drop my weapon and so will my men" said Reznov as he hung his submachine gun on a tree branch and 3 large men emerged from the shadows and put their weapons across their backs and pistols in their holsters.
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Post by Coconut on Jan 12, 2009 12:58:47 GMT -5
Nyetlenko looked at Reznov, her adversary for many years, warily through the night, silent for a few moments as she guaged his possible intentions. "Very well." She said, simply, at last after much inwards deliberation. "We'll go to wherever it is you plan on meeting; after all, it would seem I am your guest on this diplomatic mission." She didn't move, in a gesture that she still retained the power. Her escorting guard didn't either. "You may hold an honour guard, Reznov, but if I'm surrounded by troops I'll fear the worst. I don't expect you to attack me and, for both our sakes, I hope you don't, however be forewarned; hundreds of Cossack troops wait over the border in our territory. I give my word, they'll come to my aid. I don't want a fight, Reznov. I want a solely peaceful meeting. Hopefully, so do you."
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Post by Spec-Opp Spartan on Jan 12, 2009 19:01:31 GMT -5
"yes of course I have no intention of betraying you" said Reznov. Reznov picked up his PPsh-41 strap from the tree and gestured for his guard to pick up their weapons. "follow me..it would be best we move inside as the wolves peak hunting hours will begin soon" said Reznov. He snapped his fingers and a series of lights illuminated a path leading to a building. "it is unwise to walk in these forests at night so we installed lights on our main pathes" said Reznov. "come the sooner we get inside the sooner we will be in a true safe place to talk as well you never know who may be listening and for what purpose" said Reznov as he and his Honor Guard walked down the path/ * * * Soon the group arrived at a hut. It was decorated in Red and Yellow. "come inside" said Reznov as he opened the door. He lit a fire in the fireplace. "make your selves at home..my home is your home" said Reznov. This really wasn't his true home but it was merely a house we used for hunting the various animals. He sat at his desk and opened a cigar box and took out a new cigar. He left it open to gesture anyone could take them as they desired. He stood up from his desk and began pacing wondering if this was a good idea and if what she said earlier was the truth..he hoped it wasn't as his tribe would suffer if he died..they were already suffering under a combined assualt of a few capitalistic tribes. He need allies to help him push into the fertile soil of Eastern Europe and to take out the tribes..most likely hostile that were spread across the area. Once they had Eastern Europe they would finally be able to enjoy bread instead of their usual diet of meat.
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Post by Coconut on Jan 13, 2009 13:45:26 GMT -5
The colours of the tent appealed to Nyetlenko, and the ideals of her tribes, her father and, on a large part, her Russian people. Well, her 'people' were now little more than an assortment of tribes since the fireweapons of years ago had left their mark both on society and on geography. Making her way towards it, her bodyguard lined up on either side of the entrance like an honour guard, rifles raised, allowing her a tunnel to process through. Raising their rifles to the sky, they let off a volley of shots in recognition, designed to awe those around. It worked. The gaping mouths of watching Tartars, a mixture of fear and wonder on their faces, was testament to this.
Entering the flap of the tent, the warmth of a fire in the centre and a tallow lamp upon a bench on one corner, she looked around with veiled interest. Reaching over to the cigar packet, Anya tossed a few to her guards outside, thanking them as they tossed her a Vodka in return. Tearing the bottle top of with her teeth and drinking deeply, pulling herself a chair, she smiled. She had a knack of showing that, despite where she was, she was still in 'control' of this encounter. If it came to a fight, she'd survive; she knew that. Not that she wanted a fight. This went much higher and of more importance than some territorial squabble between tribes who really shouldn't be fighting anyway. These people had killed her father; she had every reason to hate them. Yet she didn't.
"I have an idea." She went straight into it without any sort of formal greetings. She wasn't Reznov's comrade or friend, yet. Perhaps that would come, yet it wasn't at the moment. "Russia was a mighty nation. My father, a soldier in the old Union of Soviet Socialist Republics, speaks of days in which Russia was a mighty nation; one of the mightiest in the world. Then came this war which shook the very foundations of the world. Russia was torn apart; we now waste time on pointless territorial struggles against one another, and is this right?" Anya threw up her hands and took a swig of the Vodka. "Of course not. If we were to unite, we'd be far more powerful. I'm not talking about just re-uniting Russia. I'm taking about striking into Europe when the anvil is hot and ready."
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Post by Spec-Opp Spartan on Jan 13, 2009 16:20:33 GMT -5
He grinned as this was exactly what he wanted to do. "yes of course in order to rebuild the empire then we must reclaim the old lands..our lands" said Barbarossa. He took out a bottle of fine wine. "our new allience calls for the finest wine" said Reznov as he popped the top off the bottle and then reached for two of his finest glasses. "hopefully your words for true or you will be bringing shame to the greatness of the Motherland" said Reznov as he slammed his bad hand onto the table reopening the wound that had taken his finger and caused him to not be able to hunt with a rifle any more. He calmed down as surely her intentions were true but he still had to be paranoid as well this tribe was formed from Reznovs own fear of his previous tribe leader true intentions and of course we formed a group to rebel and later they took back their tribe. He took out a piece of paper from his desk. He wasn't expecting peace when he took control but it is better to be safe then sorry. "what are the conditions of our allience" said Reznov as he took a pen from the desk.
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Post by Coconut on Jan 14, 2009 13:35:44 GMT -5
Anya took the wine delicately between thumb and forefinger, casting her empty Vodka bottle into the fire and downing the wine in one go. She was Russian; she had a high tolerance to alcohol, and would remain sober for some time yet. "Why the hell do we need to right anything down?" Her tone was derisive. "Same rules apply between tribes. If one of your men murders, rapes, harasses or otherwise accosts one of my men, or, indeed, women, you punish them as if they did it to one of your other men. Same way the other way around. I still retain control of my tribe, and you yours. What else is there, really, for us to sign treaties over in ink?"
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Post by Spec-Opp Spartan on Jan 14, 2009 16:22:20 GMT -5
"yes of course" said Reznov as he put the piece of paper away and the pen. "some people like to be formal and have it in writing" said Reznov. He chugged down his glass of wine and poured himself another. " so the war between our tribes is finaly over" murmed Reznov to himself. He pulled out a radio on his desk. " Tanya type a letter saying that the Tartars and the Cossacks finally made peace and then send a message to the public of the news and tell them of the news and tell them any one who doesn't like it will have me to deal with" said Reznov into the radio to a secratary at his main office. (Ooc Couldn't really think of anything)
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Post by Coconut on Jan 14, 2009 16:24:54 GMT -5
((OOC: Remember, we're quite backwards here in this timeline. And what sort of a Russian name is 'Alice'?))
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Post by Spec-Opp Spartan on Jan 14, 2009 16:35:29 GMT -5
(Ooc Surely some sort of phone is avaible to communicate...maby not as advanced as the one he has but one of the old ones...can we at have a radio for communication? and well Alice I guess is a tourist who happened to get trapped in Russia..after the events that happened to make this world plus it was right off the top of my head Russian girl names don't happen to be on the top of my list of names but as soon as I learn if radio is ok then I will fix my post mmk)
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Post by Coconut on Jan 15, 2009 12:36:14 GMT -5
((OOC: Try something like Ylena. And radio's are fine.))
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Post by IndigoWolf on Jan 15, 2009 20:11:46 GMT -5
(OoC: I know a few Russian girls from church and school so here's a few more names: Mischka, Katya, Katerina, Tanya. My spelling is probably wrong though.)
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Post by Spec-Opp Spartan on Jan 15, 2009 21:23:41 GMT -5
(Ooc Fixed it for now..as well thats all I can do I will add to it tomorow if needed)
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Post by Coconut on Jan 16, 2009 14:16:33 GMT -5
((OOC: Tanya - yeah, that's good.))
Anya nodded, her black hair caressing her cheeks as she did so and turning to the Cossack guards outside. "We'll speak later. First, to bolster our forces and before we launch the attack we both know one another's planning into Europe, it's time we hit the Murmanskian province. Split the territory between us, ready our forces. Then I'm prepared to rally my forces to strike eastwards." Motioning to the Cossack guards, she set out into the night, turning back to Reznov. "I'll keep in touch." Was all she said, before setting off into the cold of the night, the dogs the guards help on leads silent despite the cold. It was nearing three am in the morning; Anya knew she'd be absolutely hammered the next day, yet she didn't mind. A historic deal had been brokered, which could see Russia as a major power again.
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Post by Spec-Opp Spartan on Jan 16, 2009 17:08:56 GMT -5
"come let us return to our city" said Reznov as he exited the lodge. His Honor Guard nodded. "one of you remain for a while incase she contacts here" said Reznov. A tall red haired Honor Guard grunted and went inside most likely his ancient ancestors were the Vikings. He threw his cigar in the snow and put his hat on. He and and his Honor ran in the opposite direction that the Cossacks had. *** He arrived in "his" city it had some modern building but mostly it had huts as the city was severely damaged. He walked into a sky scraper the captial building of the Tartar tribe. He took the stairs as the elevator did not work. "Tanya did you type it up" asked Reznov as he approached a desk with a type writer on it..it worked but it was badly rusted and tended to jam up which was why it was used for special occasisons. "yes sir" said Tanya as she handed him a piece of paper. "thanks your a doll" said Reznov as he walked into his office. (Ooc They are using the sky scraper cause the captial building was destroyed). "have the public be aware of my speech tomorow" said Reznov and lock up when your leave as well I will be spending the night here I have alot of work to do and plans to plan" said Reznov and threw the keys to Tanya.. "sure thing sir" said Tanya as she left. He sat at his desk and took out a map of Europe and began writing things down and a varitey of arrows. Gun fire was heard in the distence hopefully the Cossacks would contact him soon the Capatalists raids had been geting increasingly more bold.
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