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**Metaliturtle** · May 9, 2002, 22:52

DA*NIT NOW I'M PUMPED

**civman2000** · May 10, 2002, 11:55

great! How many DG's will there be?

**cbraund** · May 10, 2002, 12:23

This will be the last, then I'll move onto something else.

Nemesis

**cbraund** · May 12, 2002, 18:15

"Spartacus is getting on for 50 now. He's getting too old for all of this. His son is 17, and Greece's only hope for a good leader when Spartacus dies. Simply put, Greece will be destroyed by this." Prince Wilhelm stated. He was nearly 40 himself.

"He's only 48. Don't underestimate him." His elderly father, King Bismarck, warned his heir.

"It matters not what he can do. He loses his son anyway. And now I must be going to this UN Meeting."

"Good luck son. Remember to tell Spartacus of Germany's sympathy for him in his troubled times."

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Wilhelm was waiting along with the other leaders for Spartacus's arrival.

The leaders of the world were exchanging gossip about Spartacus and his son's disappearance, but he declined to join in.

Then the door burst open, and Spartacus charged in.

"My dear friend, please warn us if you are going to be this late!" Tony Blair welcomed him.

Then he went silent. Spartacus didn't have a happy look on his face. Rather a cold, murderous stare at Wilhelm, who was looking decidedly uncomfortable.

"Something wrong, mate?" George Bush asked. Spartacus ignored him, continuing to stare at Wilhelm, who was looking very nervous and motioning for his guards to come closer.

He stood, and walked to shake hands with Spartacus, hoping to look innocent. How had he discovered the truth? he was asking himself. Must be that damned Governor of Sofia. He was too weak to last long under Hoplite interrogation.

"My dear Spartacus." Wilhelm extended his hand to the King of Greece.

Spartacus grabbed Wilhelm's collar, and propelled him against a wall.

"Don't 'my dear Spartacus' me, you German son of a b*tch!" Spartacus shouted. Wilhelm may have been younger, but he was no match for the athletic King.

"What has gotten into you, Spartacus?!" Wilhelm tried to play innocent once more.

"Spartacus! Let him..." George Bush attempted to take control of the situation, until he saw the murderous look on Spartacus's face. Even the President of America didn't want to anger that man.

Wilhelm's guards moved to help him. One was sent flying, punched by Justin. Another went for Spartacus, and received a kick in the groin for his troubles. He sank to the floor, gasping. Spartacus preferred boots with steel toecaps, and the guard was afraid he wouldn't be fathering any more children.

Tony Blair read the look in Spartacus's eyes easily. He knew the look, it was the anger of a father.

"This is to do with Prince Nicholas, isn't it?" he asked quietly.

"Yes, this German motherf*cker has taken him hostage!"

"Is this true?!" George Bush spoke again, this time angry.

"I don't know what he's talking about. Now get him off me before he kills me!"

"I'd kill you too if it were my son." Tony Blair snapped.

"Get your hands off me you oaf! This is an act of war against Germany! Our mighty army will crush you!"

"Bring it on." Spartacus scowled, then threw Wilhelm onto the table. He hurriedly got off, and marched out of the room, determined not to be humiliated anymore.

"You have our full support in this matter." George Bush and Tony Blair spoke in unison. The other world leaders were still too stunned. The Russian leader looked on happily. He didn't owe Greece anything but misery.

"I have no need for support. This is between Germany and Greece. It is a matter of honour."

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Just another small addition, as I feel like cr*p tonight, but knew I had to begin updating this one.

Hope you liked this little encounter, comments are appreciated, including "GO SPARTACUS! KICK GERMAN BUTT!"

Oh, and if you don't like the bad language, f*ck you!

Nemesis

**Metaliturtle** · May 12, 2002, 18:33

I see spartacus graduated from Reverse Nazi scaretactics tech.

**cbraund** · May 13, 2002, 19:48

The Governor of Sofia brushed the shoulders of his uniform again, determined to look at his best to greet the King.

The huge doors opened, and in marched Spartacus.

"My King! What an honour it is to welcome you to my humble abode!" the Governor stepped towards Spartacus.

It was a wrong move, he saw as soon as he did it that Spartacus's anger could no longer be hidden.

"This is a matter of honour, Governor. You helped the Germans take my child. Thus you are a traitor, and the punishment for that is death. However, I am willing to be kind. You may die in a duel with your King." Spartacus growled.

The Governor looked pale and shocked. How could he have known?! And what kind of fool was Spartacus? He was a mere warrior, whereas the Governor had been fencing for years.

"If you like." the Governor couldn't contain his excitement at the idea, but had to lest Justin end his life with one shot. He was determined to kill Spartacus, and with Nicholas gone, claim the throne.

He drew his sword, and Spartacus drew his.

The two clashed a second later, the Governor eager to begin.

Spartacus dodged a thrust, and then made a thrust of his own, which the traitor parried. He then had to parry a return thrust, and then they grappled.

They split apart, and continued the duel, with the Governor dodging Spartacus's latest parry. He thrust forward, gashing the King's cheek.

"You've shown me how posh little w*nkers play at war, now let me show you how soldiers do." Spartacus said angrily, then launched himself at the Governor.

The traitor parried the thrust, but failed to see Spartacus's foot connecting with his knee.

He fell to one knee, and tried to thrust at Spartacus.

The King parried, then kicked the Governor of Sofia in the face.

He collapsed backwards in a shower of blood, feeling his nose break. His sword clattered from his hand, and he reached for it once more.

But found Spartacus's foot on his arm.

"Traitor." Spartacus hissed as he thrust the sword into the Governor's heart.

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"Sir, as expected the two Sofia regiments are heading to Athens to try and kill you in revenge for their Governor."

"Did you tell them that he was a traitor?"

"Yes, but you know that they're more loyal to him than they are to the nation." the Defence Minister sighed.

"Then they are better off dead. Prepare the Royal Guard regiments, I'm determined I will destroy this threat myself."

"Sir." the Minister nodded his approval.

"And what of the Hoplite mission to rescue the Prince?"

"It should be happening about now."

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Nicholas sat in the cell, hungry and cold.

His captors had tried to gain information from him about his father, anything that could help them, or they would kill him, they said.

He had spat in their faces, and told them to do their worst.

And they had. He felt the rib tenderly which he was sure was broken, and planned his revenge.

Then he heard gunshots, and saw flashbangs.

The Hoplites!

He hid under his bed. He knew his cell was on the ground floor, where the Hoplites would be entering, and so the guards would probably try and move him upstairs.

There it was. The sound of a key in the lock.

Two guards walked in, obviously in a hurry to get him moving.

He heard their the safety catches being taken off their guns as they realised he wasn't there.

Then he dove out, grabbing one man around the neck. He pulled upwards, the years training with his father to gain strength paying off as he heard the satisfying sound of the guard's neck snapping.

The second guard was turning, and hit him with the rifle butt.

Seeing the Hoplites getting nearer, the guard decided to cause Greece the last grief he could, by killing the heir. He turned his gun towards Nicholas.

Nicholas closed his eyes and waited for the gunshot. He heard it, but didn't feel pain.

He slowly opened his eyes to see the guard dead on the floor with his comrade, and Justin Daniels standing over him.

"Alright kid." Justin grinned.

"Never been better." Nicholas winced as he stood up, the bruises hurting more than ever.

"We're here to take you home." Justin helped him towards the door.

"Really? I thought we would be staying for a party." Nicholas smiled weakly.

"Sarcasm never suited you kid. Now shut it and get moving." Justin was Nicholas's godfather, and rarely spoke formally to him.

For once, Nicholas was glad to see the back of the action.

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"The Prince is safe." the Defence Minister smiled. "They're on their way home by helicopter. Oh crap!"

"What?!"

"German fighters have been scrambled to intercept!"

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More to come tomorrow. Comments appreciated.

Yawn! I'm tired, night night!

Nemesis

**Metaliturtle** · May 13, 2002, 22:40

DUDE THAT WAS AWESOME, the swordfight, and the sneaky prison break neck-snappin arse kicking, MAN, this has WINNER stamped on it IMVVVHO

**cbraund** · May 14, 2002, 03:19

You're drunk

Nemesis

**Metaliturtle** · May 14, 2002, 06:47

so what I'm n()t as drink as thinkle peep I am......(hic)

**civman2000** · May 14, 2002, 11:40

prison escapes are also good...this would make a good movie

**cbraund** · May 15, 2002, 12:19

The Greek F-15s, produced now at Sparta under contract from America, were almost invisible as they tore through the air at top speed.

They were on their way to the German border, for a mission they knew nothing about.

All of the world knew that Spartacus and Wilhelm had a fight at the UN Council, and knew it had led to war. Most of the media were saying it was to do with Nicholas being taken hostage, but no one had any evidence to support it.

Finally a radio call came through.

"This is your King speaking. The rumours are true, we are at war with Germany because they had Nicholas. Now the Hoplites have released him, and he is heading home by Apache helicopter. But the Germans will not give up so easily, they have sent half their air force after him, a force which outnumbers our air power.

"So I must beg you to bring my son home safely, despite the inferior numbers, I know you have the bravery and the skill to beat the Germans. I am sorry to have to ask you to risk your lives for my son, but when you signed up you swore an oath to God, King and Country.

"Well now your King needs you. Spartacus out."

The pilots looked at each other through their canopies. Without speaking, they all repeated their vows in their heads and swore to do anything to keep the Prince alive.

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"It was different with the Russians. They were technologically inferior to us. Germany is almost on our level, and exceeds us in numbers." Spartacus mumbled to himself. As he got older, he found he was more and more deliberating things out loud, a dangerous attribute for a ruler, but he was careful not to do it infront of those who might wish him ill.

"Sir, I think we should make peace with the Germans after Nicholas is rescued, for the good of our nation."

"What?! They kidnap the heir and we ask for peace?! That is more than a stain on our honour, that is asking for it to happen again! We have to teach them a lesson they'll never forget!" Spartacus roared.

"Sir." the Defence Minister answered meekly.

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More to come later tonight. Comments appreciated!

Nemesis

**civman2000** · May 15, 2002, 12:30

spartacus will ruin greece at this rate...

**Metaliturtle** · May 15, 2002, 18:31

Or he could be setting Greece up for a really *****in war

**cbraund** · May 15, 2002, 18:32

He might... Wait and see!

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The air battle raged behind Nicholas's helicopter, the Greeks firing all their missiles, then suicidally ramming German planes to prevent them reaching the Prince.

Finally, the helicopter landed on the helipad on the roof of the Palace.

The Greek Air Force had bought Nicholas the time he needed, but at an appalling price. Only a quarter of their F-15s returned home, but they had destroyed the German air power that had come after the Prince.

But Germany still had more aircraft and pilots, but Greece was now short on both.

Then came the invasion.

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"25 German regiments on left flank, 25 on the right, and 50 down the middle. It's a text-book assault." Justin, now safely back, had taken up his usual role of advisor once more.

"Well they come at us in the same old way, and we'll beat them the same old way." Spartacus smiled, but not with his usual confidence. He felt a pain in his chest, but ignored it.

"Duke of Wellington." Justin nodded, remembering the quote.

"What kind of b*stard is Wilhelm?" Spartacus asked, changing the subject. He rubbed his chest, not realising it.

"I think the term is tyrant, if you think of him like Alexander. But if you're a German, he's a patriot to you. That's what leaders are, enemies see them as tyrants, their own people see them as patriots."

"Patriots and tyrants." Spartacus muttered. "Hardly any difference really."

Justin looked at his watch. "It's time to go, the rebels are only a few hours away."

"Okay, let's go kill the rebellious scum." Spartacus growled.

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Captain Pete Hawkins was devoutly loyal to the Governor of Sofia, but was unsure of the steps the regiments of Sofia had taken, rebelling against their true king because he had killed a traitor.

He shook the feeling of dread away, and concentrated on the fighting. Infantry and tanks were roaming the battlefield, a National Park outside Athens. He spotted Hoplites, and the Major in charge of his battalion began to lead the unit after them.

He saw the man feared and admired by millions, Spartacus the Great. Pete glanced over and saw that the Hoplites were moving away from the King, moving to intercept a bigger threat, a tank company coming to try and kill the King.

The Major charged forward, and his troops followed. They overwhelmed the few Hoplites still defending the King, and the Major pointed a pistol at the King's head.

Pete realised that the feeling of dread was because he knew what he was doing was wrong.

"Don't!" he yelled at the Major, who turned in amazement.

Spartacus lunged, drawing a knife from his boots. The knife sank into the neck of the Major, and killing him instantly.

The tanks were being dealt with by Royal Guard tanks now, so the Hoplites were returning, and beginning to throw back the infantry battalion.

Pete saw people staring at him accusingly, then one point a gun at him.

"Traitor." the soldiers hissed in unison as the bullet put an end to Pete's life.

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Spartacus knelt beside the man who had shouted, spoke: "Thank you."

Justin nodded in silent respect at the body, and they carried on to complete the destruction of the rebels, who were now fleeing back to Sofia.

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Now Spartacus led his troops north to intercept the German attack, which had already made significant gains.

They reached a Tirana, a city Spartacus remembered as being the last one to hold out against Charles, and as the one which had immediately sworn fealty to him when he had made his comeback.

Now this historical city was to be the scene of the battle which would decide the fate of Greece.

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That's all for tonight! Comments appreciated!

Nemesis

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