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  • #46
    This part is dedicated to vovansim for his continued support and as his prediction was the closest.

    Come on people give some feedback!!

    PART 7 The Meeting.
    "Glad you could make it Mike, come on through," Sir Timothy said greeting Mike.

    Mike followed the PM into the large oak pannelled library, through the double doors into the cabinet room. In the room were several people, some of whom he had met before and some new faces.

    "Right then everybody, this is our young protige Mike Richards. Some of you I know have met this young man before, but let me briefly tell you about him. Well his family were lucky enough to get out of New England just before the Russians sneak attacked us. His father who you may also know is Jack Richards the construction officer for the London region." the Prime Minister paused then continued, "Mikes parents asked me back then if I could get him into the school I used to be the head of. Of course on realising that the boy was fluent in Russian I accepted. After our election victory Mike applied for a place at the then new Miliatary Accademy at Sandhurst and was accepted. Mike has spent the last six years of his life training in the arts of leadership, combat, tatics and warfare and gentlemen in this time he has travelled to all parts of the commonwealth being stationed at different garrisons. His knowledge of the world and especially Russia is unrivalled and I have here over forty letters of commendation from Mikes commanding officers hes served under during his training."

    "Bravo lad," went up the response from all those in attendance.

    "Thank you all very much gentlemen." said Mike a little nervously.

    "Right then Mike this is as you already know Lord Cartwright the foreign secretary and on his left is Anthony Pritchard MP for Birmingham and my Trade and Industry spokesman," moving around the room shaking peoples hands. "Now I know you know this chap Brigadier Peterson my Miliatary Advisor, with him are General Cooper who saw action in Leeds and seargeant Jones of the Royal Welsh Guards. Lastly but by no means least we have Rear Admiral Simms and Captain Blake two of the navies finest, the Admiral saw action during the war and sunk two enemy ships."

    With the introductions over the men took their seats at the huge oak cabinet table.

    "Gentlemen shall we proceed, Anthony can you give us your report?" asked Sir Timothy.

    "Yes prime minister, now as you know at the present time we have acheived a lead in science and production but the French and Indians are hot on our heals. Russia has the potential to out produce us if she can aqquire the right knowledge, and unfortunately we cannot guarentee that other nations will not trade information with the Russians. The Chinese in particular have formed strong trading relations with Russia since the war, we know they have been shipping incense to them for a couple of years now. We also suspect that Russia is selling saltpeter to the Iroquois but our information on this is sketchy at best." said the Trade and Industry spokesman then sat back down.

    "Thanks Anthony, now over to you Lord Cartwright," said the PM.

    "Thank you sir," said the Foreign Secretary, "As you may be aware myself and the PM have been conducting secret talks for some months now with the Russians. We have demanded the return of Leeds and all former British territories of New England plus 50 million pounds in compensation for the atrocities committed on our people by their soldiers. However our most recent comunique from Moscow reads as follows, "We are no longer prepared to discuss this matter, further if you persist we will expose your threats to the worlds press. You will remove all naval vessels from our waters or we shall declare war." Of course we have refused to comply with their ridiculous demands and have reissued our demands. Finally to add to our problems we are getting some negative responses, especially from the French and the Chinese regarding the possibility of trading restrictions on the Russians if they were to be requested. The Iroquois will not even answer our questions."

    "Now then Mike I can see you are wondering why you are here," said Sir Timothy.

    "Yes Sir." responded Mike.

    "Well we have a very important mission for you, now if you want to you can leave right now. If you choose to stay you must carry out your orders and you will be sworn to secracy. I have to tell you that this is a very dangerous operation and chances are you wont make it out alive, do you understand me Mike!"

    Mike pondered for a moment , at last my chance to kick back at those blasted Russian dogs he thought to himself, "yes Sir! I understand Sir!, I am ready to do my duty and will give my life if necessary Sir!" said Mike with determination.

    "Good, good, I knew you wouldnt let me down. Now you must understand you will have no contact with your family until this thing is over, and what you are about to hear is top secret."

    "Yes Sir I understand, please continue," said Mike.

    "Okay Brigadier can you give us your report?" asked the PM.

    ""Yes Prime Minister, Presently we have the most advanced toops in the world, and research is ongoing to further improve our forces. We currently have large garrisons in all the former colonies and are well placed to protect our allies if the need should arise. We have good knowledge of the size and make up of other nations land forces with two exceptions. Firstly as we have no diplomatic contact with the Iroquois we have no information on their miliatary status, and they continue to remain isolated from us. The Russians on the other hand still rely upon the outmoded Muskets for their infantry, our intelligence from the resistance movement assures us of this but cannot estimate numbers"

    "Bloody thousands of them!! Hundreds of thousands of them from my experience I should say," piped in general Cooper.

    "Yes yes general, now please continue Brigadier," said the PM angrily.

    "Thank you Sir, we have tentative estimates from the resistance but these cannot be relied upon," stated the Brigadier.

    "Excuse me Sir," said Mike "you said the resistance, I wasnt aware of any resistance movement."

    "As I said Mike what you are about to hear is top secret, now its your turn General," said the Prime Minister.

    "Er yes, sorry for my interuption before Sir, right Mike as youve just heard our info is a bit sketchy. Were not sure what the Iroquois would do if we mounted an invasion to recapture Leeds, nor for that matter the French and the Chinese. Now we dont want to end up fighting a war on several fronts, and the casualties would most likely be appalling for any invasion. So this is where you and Seargeant Jones come in, Jones is the armys best marksman with the new rifles recently issued and can speak a little Russian. Youll have plenty of time to become aqquainted later, now over to you Admiral."

    "Thanks Cooper, right gentlemen our control of the seas is total, a few other nations including Russia have got Frigate class ships but our Man O Wars outgun, outmanouvre and out number there fleets a hundred fold. I have just come from the Royal Shipwrights and can tell you that the new flagship HMS Queen Elizabeth MK2 a brand new Ironclad class warship is ready to be launched tonight. A further fifty of these are ready for service at docks around the country with another 200 on the order books. Captain Blake here will comandeer the QE2 and take you two to your first rendezvous," finished the Admiral.

    "Okay thank you all very much gentlemen, right then Mike and, sorry Mike I didnt mention, Seargeant Jones's first name is Thomas. You two will need to get kitted up and ready to leave at 21.00 hrs tonight on the QE2. For security reasons I cannot tell you too much at the moment, but for now you will be heading for a small group of islands far out in the northern ocean, there you will rendezvous with a small Russian fishing boat manned by resistance members. They will smuggle you into Leeds where you will be taken to a secret complex in an old gold mine. Once there an operative who is already their will give you your next instructions. You will be both issued with a suicide pill which you are expected to use should you be captured, now do you both understand this!" asked the PM.

    "Yes SIR!" said the two men.

    "Right then, the best of British luck to you, and may god be with you both!" said the Prime Minister.

    Time was of the essence, England had a technological advantage at the moment and the Government did not want to miss this opportunity. Russia would never back down without a fight and England could not afford to risk a war on many fronts, a world war. As science was progressing deadlier weapons were being created, the time to strike was now.


    Part 8 Danger At Sea
    Still writing this, any ideas anyone. Tell me what you think of this so far.
    Last edited by ChrisiusMaximus; November 2, 2002, 09:54.
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    • #47
      I know! I know! Jess and her henchmen are waiting in the old gold mine, and when Mike arrives, they'll greet him with a wall of lead.

      Your call for feedback has not gone unheard. Good story. I wanna see how this secret mission goes and the big war coming up. You must have spent a lot of time cooking this up. Is it still raining?
      Here is an interesting scenario to check out. The Vietnam war is cool.

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      • #48
        Weaseling out of things is what separates us from the animals....except the weasel -Homer
        Who's up for some scroungin'? -Homer

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        • #49
          Yes unscratchedfoot its still raining, this is England you know
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          • #50
            It's snowing here
            Weaseling out of things is what separates us from the animals....except the weasel -Homer
            Who's up for some scroungin'? -Homer

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            • #51
              Originally posted by ChrisiusMaximus:
              This part is dedicated to vovansim
              Wow, thanks.

              Once again, a great chapter. I think I'm running out of words to say good things about your story and not repeat any of my own posts above. (I mean, how boring would feedback be, if everybody expressed their approval in the same words? )

              Now, I would also say that this overview of the next chapter in the end of each installment is getting better, also. I am quite eager to know what will happen in the sea. I suppose on the way to the island the Ironclad will be intercepted by some russian ships? Surely, Mike will get out of that situation unhurt, though.

              Looking forward to the next part.
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              • #52
                Thanks vovan and thanks gooberboob, like your gooberpoxy, very funny.
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                • #53
                  Since I put you in my story as Second lieutenant Chris Maxim, could you put unscratchedfoot into your story? If you're not sure what role I should play, please make me one of Jess's trenchcoat-clad henchmen.
                  Here is an interesting scenario to check out. The Vietnam war is cool.

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                  • #54
                    unscratchedfoot is a very Russian-sounding name, too
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                    • #55
                      Of course it is vovonism. There are several Russian legends who have the same name as me.

                      So vovonism, when are you gonna write a story? Everyone here has written one so far except you. So what are you waiting for? Might as well hop to it. It's good for you to write stories.
                      Here is an interesting scenario to check out. The Vietnam war is cool.

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                      • #56
                        Ill see what I can do unscratchedfoot and Im pretty sure Ive seen some of vovansim's work further back in the forums logue, so Ill check back again and let you know.
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                        • #57
                          Well, I've only written one story so far, and as I go back to reread it now, it doesn't seem very good. But I am currently working on another one. (Well, I said before I was working on two, but I got bored after writing four parts of the other one. I might finish it some time later.) So, this one story I am working on right now, I have written five parts, and still going. (I already have a map for it, too ) I want to be close to finishing it before I post the first part, though. So, with patience, you might see a new one from me

                          EDIT: I figured I'd save you some searching time, and post the link to my old story:
                          The rise of the first Reich (November 12, 2001)
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                          • #58
                            Well here goes, I hope you like your part unscratchedfoot.


                            PART 8 Danger At Sea

                            The QE2, the navy's new flagship was a formiddable beast of a vessel with immense firepower. The ships crew were carrying out many tests whilst enroute to the rendezvous point. Mike and Tom were below in their bunks chatting when BOOM!!

                            "Oh for pity's sake! how many times have they got to fire those blasted guns" cried Tom.

                            "I suppose theyve got to practice their range Tom, this is a whole new class of ship never mind the guns," said Mike.

                            "I guess youre" BOOM!! "Bloody hell! there it goes again hope theyve got some shells left in case we run into Pirates!" expressed Tom.

                            "Pirates!" said Mike somewhat surprised, "what pirates? Ive never heard of any Pirates."

                            "Oh theres Pirates alright Mike, just not common knowledge thats all," Tom said.

                            "So how come you know about them?"

                            "Well you see my father served aboard HMS Intrepid when she was at sea charting this part of the ocean, four or five years ago." Tom replied, " in fact thats when the islands were heading towards were discovered."

                            "Well I thought we were supposed to rule the waves, how can there be Pirates in this day and age?"

                            "As far as controlling the worlds trade routes and having the worlds largest navy we do, but Pirates exist out here. You dont get many British ships venturing out this far from home."

                            "So what happened to your dad then?"

                            "Oh hes alright, he was part of the expedition to explore this ocean. There was three ships set off, but only the Intrepid made it back home."

                            "What happened?" asked Mike.

                            "Well" said Tom, "they were attacked by the Pirates, my dad said there were at least twenty ships came out of nowhere. They thought they were Russian at first, but they werent flying any national colours, just a black flag with a skull and crossed bones on it. Thay boarded the two Galleons and damaged the Intrepid, but with her superior firepower and speed she managed to fight them off and make it back home. My dad said they managed to sink at least six of the Pirates ships."

                            "how on earth can so many Pirates survive out here," said Mike.

                            "I dont know mate, my dad reckons they must live on one of the islands."

                            "Phew! lets hope we dont run into them eh" said Mike.

                            "No problem mate, they wouldnt stand a chance against this beast, thats if theyve got any shells left!"

                            "Lets hope so eh!" said Mike. He remembered the voyage to London all those years ago. He had really enjoyed being at sea on that Galleon with all her sails billowing in the wind. Not so on this voyage, the seas were much rougher and on deck was the stench of smoke continually spewing from the funnels."Im going to try and get some sleep now," said Mike "goodnight Tom."

                            "Me too, goodnight Mike."

                            The QE2 was indeed a beast of a ship, she was a broadside warrior class built of four and half inch iron plates and bulkheads with a displacement of 9200 tons. She was capable of cruising in all weathers at a steady 14 knotts, and was armed with 26 no 68 pounder smooth bore mussel loading guns, 16 no 7 inch breach loading and 6 no 70 pounder breach loading guns with a crew compliment of 700 men.

                            They were woken early the next morning by the ships whistle sounding and the lookout shouting ship ahoy.

                            "Ah good your both awake, best get your gear together lads were at the rendezvous and weve sighted the fishing vessel," said Captain Blake.

                            "Yes Sir" said Tom and Mike both saluting. They both washed and packed their gear and had time for a bit of breakfast in the galley before boarding the Russian ship.

                            "My god," said Mike, "look at that, its the Queen Of The Sea." She was hardly recognisable having been renovated and converted into a fishing vessel, but she still had her name on her bow. Mikes heart skipped a beat or two as the memories flooded back.

                            "Well goodbye men and good luck, all Englands hopes rest on you two!" said the Captain.

                            A young Russian sailor, Unscratchedfoot or scratch as he known to his shipmates showed Mike and Tom below to their quarters."In here said Scratch, "youre bunking with me and Yuri."

                            "Thanks" said Tom, "your English is very good."

                            "We all are fluent in how you say, your lingo," said Yuri, and spoke to Scratch in Russian. Scratch left and went back on deck.

                            "Im fluent in Russian" said Mike, "so you can speak in your language if you prefer."

                            "Its no problem, we speak the English. Right you two must do as I say you understand,when we get close to Leeds there may be patrols who might want to search us. This will not be for at least 7 or 8 days so for now you can both relax."

                            "Thanks Yuri" said Mike.

                            A few days later Mike was taking a stroll on deck when he spotted scratch, smashing fish on the head with a large wooden mallet.

                            "For gods sake there dead already, just stop that will you" yelled Yuri.

                            "If I must," replied Scratch, and walked off with his shoulders shrugged.

                            "Sorry about that Mike, hes a bit strange sometimes but he tells really funny jokes!"

                            "Its alright Yuri, Ive met like him when I was at Sandhurst, I can tell you," said Mike.

                            That evening from out of nowhere two Pirates ships appeared, the first fired its cannons, but luckily they fell short. Yuri wrestled with the wheel and frantically shouted orders to his men.

                            "Head for that fog bank to the south," shouted Tom to Yuri. "We should be able to lose them in their."

                            They had a slight speed advantage over the Pirates, but the second ship let rip its salvo, and several shots hit their mark, sending deadly shards of wood flying in all directions. Several crew were killed outright and a few badly injured.

                            "Quick Mike!! break out those rifles weve got for the resistance," yelled Tom.

                            Tom lined up his shot and sent a bullet straight into the Pirate ships captains forehead, and he fell to the deck like a sack of potatoes. The Russians swiftly got the hang of these strange new weapons and inflicted heavy casualties on the dumbfounded Pirates. The Pirates couldnt even get to reload theor cannons cause every time one of them raised their head Tom's accuracy sent them to their grave. The two Pirate ships peeled away realizing they'd bitten off more than they could chew, but Yuri still headed into the fog bank just in case they decided to try again.

                            "These rifles are amazing," yelled Scratch jumping for joy, "I shot one of those pigs in his left eye, and well he screamed and staggered about with blood spurting through his fingers, I put another into his right eye before he fell over the side, HA HA HA!!"

                            "Youre a bloody good shot, Ill give you that much" said Tom.

                            That night there was an awful storm, the ship was being thrown around by twenty foot waves and was taking on water from the damage caused ealier.

                            "She cant take much more of this," cried Yuri as six men struggled to keep her on course.

                            "Dont give up, well make it. She will get us through the good old Queen Of The Sea," yelled Mike over the noise of the storm. The storm blew out by morning and Yuri and his crew set about repairing the damage.

                            Over the next few days things were easier and Mike became good friends with Scratch. Mike liked his sense of humour, it reminded him of his mates back at the academy. Scratch told Mike that some of the women and children left alive after the war in Leeds had been spared by the Russian soldiers. This filled Mike with new hope, maybe Jess was still alive, maybe hed find her one day.

                            Land was sighted and Tom and Mike were rowed ashore by Scratch under cover of darkness. So far they had not been spotted by any Russian patrols, but things were bound to get more dangerous from here on in. Scratch gave them directions to the mine and bid them farewell.

                            "I promise you Scratch, when this is over Ill look you up" said Mike.

                            PART 9 Behind Enemy Lines
                            Just what is in store for Mike and Tom? what is this mission going to entail, will they live to tell the tale. Pray god that they suceed or England will be sucked into a terrible war.
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                            • #59
                              This is yet another quality chapter in Mike's story, ChrisiusMaximus, keep up the great job. The bits of humour (even though rather dark humour) do add to the story. Very nice. Not overly 'bloody', and not overly into the comedy side - just right, I say.

                              One thing about Scratch. When I read the first mention of pirates, I was sure he would be one of them. I thought that would be a great nickname for a pirate.

                              [rough 'n tough voice]"Arrr. They call me UnscratchedFoot, matey."[/rough 'n tough voice]
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                              • #60
                                I did toy with just that thought myself, but I didnt want to kill him off just yet.
                                But who knows what will become of him later

                                Once again vovan many thanks for your very kind words
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