I wrote mine but it was too big to fit. Check it out here

When says error you have to change the **** to the f word.

It needs sound otherwise...meh.

Links not working on my pc myke says http 404 not found.

Side: Russian Federation
Location: The Kremlin

Intern President Kamrov walked into the small press conference room. It was his job to anounce everything the government knew so far. Inside this little cramped room was a reporter from every news company in all of Russia, eagerly waiting for new info. There was a brief applause as Kamrov walked up to his stand. I never wanted this job... He thought as he started to speak. "My fellow citizens, it is my responsibility to inform you that yesterday, President Kapalkin was found dead in his mansion." Imediately, the reporters started asking a hundred questions all at once. Kamrov silenced them with a raise of his hand; "I will answer questions after I am done speaking, please be patient. Now, moving on, the Moscow police and the FSB have formed a special task force to investigate this matter, so far, we have every reason to believe that he was assassinated. Poison was found in his system. At the same day he was killed, two of our best generals, Dmitry Rankov and Vlad S., disappeared along with nearly a third of the 44th Assault division of the Spetsnaz Guard Brigade. Now, I will take your questions." The reporters raised their hands all at once.
"Mr. President, do you suspect that the generals Rankov and Vlad had a hand in teh assassination?" The Moscow Political News Network asked.
"We do not know enough right now to start jumping to conclusions, I assure you, our ivestigators are looking into every possibility. Next question please."
"What about the rumors that Kapalkin shot one of his aides?" The Russia Today reporter asked.
"We are looking into that as well."
"Mr. President, what do you plan to do with the war?" The reporter from the liberal "Free Russia TV" news network asked.
"I am currently discussing that matter with my top military officials, I promise that we will turn the tide of the war."

"But so many lives have been lost!" the reporter objected.
"I am aware, and I assure you that I will do as much as humanly possible to negotiate with our enemies, but in the meantime, we must continues to fight, otehrwise we might become vulnerable."

Sky_raptor: Ok baby, we got to hurry, I don't know how long I can keep it ready for you.

BTR74: thats ok. ok i'm a japanese schoolgirl, what r u.

Sky_raptor: A Rhinocerus. Well, hung like one, thats for sure.

BTR74 : haha, ok lets go.

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Sky_raptor: I stomp the ground, and snort, to alert you that you are in my breeding territory.

BTR74 : haha, ok, u know that turns me on.

BTR74 : i start unbuttoning ur shirt.

Sky_raptor: Rhinoceruses don't wear shirts.

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Sky_raptor: I stomp my feet, the dust stirs around my tough skinned feet.

BTR74 : thats it.

Sky_raptor: Nostrils flaring, I lower my head. My horn, like some phallic symbol of my potent virility, is the last thing you see as skulls collide and mine remains the victor. You are now a bloody red ragdoll suspended in the air on my mighty horn.

Sky_raptor: Goddam am I hard now.

Oh, I'm so offended by your merciless insults! I think Im going to go cut myself Im so depressed!

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what you earned posting crap in BTR's topic.

LMAO!

All this spam is destroying the forums, and on my birthday too. Ah well, at least we can all enjoy another chapter in the book of Vlad.

Side: Independant

Place: miles north of Lhasa

Unit: Major General Vladimir Stoyakavich

"The NSA headquarters is held in George G. Meade, Maryland, on the outskirts of the capital." Vlad said. Pointing to the onscreen visuals of the twin tower high-rise. The last intel from the Russian government before we left was that what we need is in there. We need to infiltrate the building, and get that info. Then we will be able to get remote access with the correct ISP and access codes. This might mean that we might need to take hostages." Vlad finished his briefing to the leaders.

"We will construct a team to infiltrate the base. I will be leading them." There were some murmuring to this. No one here denied his intellect and militarist prowless, but some felt he was getting to old. This operation will silence those critics Vlad thought to himself. He squeezed Anna's hand as he dismissed the group. They had things to do to prepare.

NSA which space asgency

The NSA isn't a space agency, its the National Security Agency.

Location: GBT headquaters
Side: GBT
Unit: John Altsoba
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John has his nose rolled, the man known as green vox was sitting behind a black maplewood desk. Variouse foods layed before him. The man was slobbering away at a ham leg, stuffing great chunks into his fat cheeks.

"Youve done well," he gurgled and spat as he talked. "A ruthless killer, and unforgiving. I like that in a man."

John rolled his head to the side, these games were getting past tiresome. "Whats the point vox."

More food fell into his glass as he took a long swig of some wine. Long streams running down the sides of his mouth. "I have a task... that i think will be well suited for your..... talents" breaking in the conversation each time while he took another bite out of the meat.

"And what is it? taking some kids lunchbox?" he spat the insult out like it was a foul tasting peice of food.

The huge man before him started turning a bright pink, shading into red. He slambed the class into the table, a hairline crack streatching from the base of the glass to the top. "HOW DARE YOU TALK TO GREEN VOX THAT WAY! i should have you killed" he hissed as a peice of food went down the wrong pipe, and was followed by several minutes of coughing.

"Watch your tounge Izotov, before the title of green vox is the only thing linking you to the living."

Vox finished his coughing, and thought better then to persue the conversation further. He rummaged around the table, picking up a folder with food stains on it. He tossed across the table as it slid across the floor. John just stared at it. "A high ranking russian wants a job done."

John kicked the folder back across the floor. "What job?"

Vox's eyes went from the folder to John and back to the folder. The man reached into his desk and pulled out a small disk. He tossed it, this time with more accuracy to john. "Lets just say the highest ranking russian has hired me to take out an ex general, who he thinks maybe more of a pain then he thought."

john turned on his heel and walked out, while vox was still talking. This man didnt need nor did he deserve any respect from any person.
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John layed in the hills over looking the small plain. A military base had quickly been sprung, he could tell by the formation, and jumblings of some of the tents.

The russian body suit was keeping him warm, but like most things russian it was to big for any amount of quick manuvering. They favored greater protection over troop movement speed. The visor dimmed as the sun hit mid-day.

THe dragonov-mark6 was a work of pure perfection. It was the most powerful sniper rifle ever developed by the russians. The fiber optic scoped refocused itself as he scanned the small base. He flipped through the 4 vision modes as he did so. His finger hovered of the hairtrigger. The 50cal bullet charged in the chamber.

This mission was more of a drag then he thought. THe man he was sentafter was going to die soon anyway. Weather it be his bullet, or the decay inside his body. John gave him a year, maybe two tops.

He noticed several men pouring out of a type of shack. Now was the time.
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John stalked silently through the camp. Darkness had long been fallen and the last fires flickered and died in the chilled winter air. He had mapped the layout from the hill top.

He ducked as a russian woman passed by, the coat doing her no justice. The night vision mode on the helmet made everything a n erri green.

He slowly crept into the temparary building. It had one central hub, pilled in a corner was a bed with many furs. In the middle sat a holo table. He knew there was only one person in the place, but he couldnt be sure which one. He crept to the bed and looked, a silver haired woman layed soundlessly asleep.

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The old man came walking in, the finl assualt from his lungs ending as he entered the door. Stuffing the bloody cloth into a trashbeen to his right.

John watched him from the darkness. This man had seen many battles, it was apparent with each step he took. He also saw the effects of the desiase in his body. The labored breathing, the sweat running down his brow.

John kicked his legs hardly on the holo table as he placed them ontop,leaning back into the large armchair. The russian stopped, somthing was diffrent about this one. He didnt seem to give off any type of fear.

"Vladimir Stoyakavich" john said, the holo table flicked on from his boot hitting the top of it, casting long shadows across his face. "I have a proposition for you..........."

Side: Independant

Place: Miles north of Lhasa

Unit: Major General Vladimir Stoyakavich

"Vladimir Stoyakavich, I have a proposition for you..."

Vlad chuckled silently to himself as the stranger said that sentence. Vlad remembers a time when he used those exact words to get another person to do his bidding. A young American...

The stranger was suprised at the calmness of Vlad. Vlad believed that his prision time had taught Vlad more than anything else. Fear was not allowed in prision, or you would not survive. Vlad learned that quickly.

Vlad got out of his chair and made his way to the bar. He pulled out a new bottle of vodka and two glasses. He poured out each a glass. He knew that vodka was a major Russian stereotype, but he always went for it. Maybe its more than a stereotype Vlad thought to himself.

Vlad handed the stranger a glass, and said: "Lets here your proposition."

Side: Russian Federation, SGB
Location: Abkhazia
Unit: 56th Airborne.

General Kruglov was watching his men finishing today's training exercise with the Abkhazians from his command post when his phone rang. "Genral Kruglov." He answered. "Petrovich, turn the TV on Russia Today, hurry!" Berov's voices said and ended the call abruptly. Somewhat confused, Kruglov turned on the small TV in the CP. "... says, quote, 'we have every reason to believe that this was an assassination. Again, we are covering this bombshell of a story, President Kapalkin was found poisoned in his manor yesterday, a massive investigation by the FSB and police is underway. The President was increasingly controversial with his war policies and there were even allegations that he shot his security chief. 40 year old Vice President Kamrov, sworn in as Intern Presidnet just moments ago by the Duma, has made it clear that this is being investigated. Kamrov has also promised that new elections will be held by the end of the year, he insists that he will not run, although his intentions have yet to be seen, coming up next, our politcial analysists' opinions on this shocking new development...."
"My, God..." Kruglov breathed. I have to call Dmitry He thought to himself.
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Location: The Kremlin

Kamrov walked into the meeting room with his top military commanders. "Alright people, what have you come up with?" He asked. "Mr. President, with the EF scrambling to counter the recent US invasion of Sicily, they have reduced thier forces fighting on their Eastern front by 38%. This is a great opportunity for us to hit them where it hurts, and possibly, cripple the EFs infrastructure. We are also discussing with the Armenian government over our joint attack on the JSF froces in Georgia." a General said.
"Very well, and how can we keep casualties minumum?" Kamrov asked.
"We are currently working on that Mr President, we will infrom you when it is ready."

LOL BTR thanksfor making refences to my story.

No problem, team fanfics are always more fun when evryone's plot/characters are interacting

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Side:N/A
Location: N/A
Unit: N/A

"So what is your opinion on this Kruglov guy?" Two men were watching a live speech from the new Russian President. "Well, unlike most Russkie politicians, who are either very liberal or very conservative, his politcal views are largely a balance of the two. He his a firm beliver in democracy, or so he says. He was largely behind the political stage, with Kapalkin hogging all the fame, he seems to be well liked in thier media, nevertheless."
"So what's your analysis?"
"He's weak. He has made all sorts of promises but he lacks the skill or experience to do them, that is, if we assume he actually is going to try. He is no threat, tell HQ that."
"Alright."

Short just giving David a backstory

David was asleep and having an other flashback. He was 14 and it was shortly after his mother's death. He was walking with his friend Joe. They were carrying home 2 jugs of oil.

“So David how are you doing. You know getting along without your mom.”
“I don't know. I rather not talk about.”
“Sorry.” Said Joe.
“It's okay.”
“I don't know why have to carry these jugs.” Stated Joe.
“Because we don't have enough money to waste gas driving there.” Replied David.
“Well my familey reached this point last year. You guys had better spending.”
“Maybe.”
“It's getting dusk. Better get home before the gangs and police start fighting.” Said Joe. About another 5 minuets a man ran up. He pulled out a pistol and shot Joe in the chest 3 times. He turned to David. Wow. He thought. This guy hates me. Well thats stupid to think. David just looked at him. His finger tightened around the trigger. Then a man kicked him in the gut. Took away the gun and hit him in the head.
“You okay?” Asked he man.
“Yeah.” Said David shooken up.
“Sorry about your friend.” David nodded. He was losing his friends and family. ALL BECAUSE OF A DOAMN DEPRESSION!
“Where did you learn that?” Asked David.
“Army.” Said the man walking away..
And that's what made David want to go into the Army.

Side: Russian Federation, SGB
Location: Abkhazia
Unit: 56th Airborne

CINC Berov was looking over some war plans when Kruglov called. "Da?"
"Berov, did you hear what happened to Rankov and Stoyakavich?"
"No, what?" Berov said, slightly embarrased that a lower ranking officer heard about something before him.
"Rankov, Stoyakavich and a big chunk of the 44th Assualt just dissappeared!"
"What?!"
"Yeah, they just were gone after Kapalkin was assassinated! The police suspect that they had something to do with it."
"No s*it! How the hell do two high ranking generals just dissappear overnight with a small army with them?"
"I don't know Berov."
"Well I was going to come down to see you, Kamrov has just given the green light on our attack on JSF forces Georgia. I will discuss it with you in depth once I get to you in person, thank you for the news...damn." Both generals hung up at the same time.

OT We need to have more references to each other's story, it makes this more interesting. And remember: If you want to directly interact with someones character, PM them first
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Side: Russian Federation, SGB
Location: Abkhazia
Unit: 56th Airborne

"Kruglov, this is Berov, today's the day, get your men ready and meet me at my King Spider."
"Roger that Berov, we're on the move."
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Side: N/A
Location: N/A
Unit: N/A

"Boss! Boss!" "What is it?" "We were wrong about Russia's war plans! Our field agents report a massive buildup on the border with Abkhazia, reports are also showing Armenian troops preparing to hit from the south! The Russians somehow have snuck in several whole divisions of Spetsnaz and regular troops seemingly overnight!" "Jesus! Get word to HQ and the Georgian government! We have to act fast!"
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Four Hours Later

Side: Russian Federation SGB'
Location: Georgia, Inside MAZ-660
Unit: 56th Airborne

Berov and Kruglov watched as thier troops moved into position on thier holomap. "We're in position, sir." The field commander reported. "Mission is a-go. Repeat: mission is a-go." Beov spoke. And with that, the thousands of holographic symbols on teh map began moving forwarsd. The Russian Su-38s, with Abkhazian Su-35s following, were the first to cross the border. Almost immediately, Georgian F-35s came in to intercept, and the battle was on for air supremacy. Alarms sounded all over Georgia, and the Georgian and JSF troops began mobilizing at once.
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Location: Inside an Mi-55

"So, today is the big day, we will go in and kick everyone's a$$ and save the world and s*it! Woo!" Sidrovich said jokingly. Sidrovich was always a one to reduce tension with his humor.
"Yay." Novikov said. He reached into his pocket and took out a candy bar. "Oooh! Can I have a bite?" Sidrovich asked.
"Nope." Novikov said.
"Aw come on!"
"Nuh-uh."
"Pretty please?"
Novikov laughed; "Okay Sid, here you go." He broke off a bit off the candy bar and tossed it to Sidrovich. "Thank you Novikov, I love you!" He said as he quickly devoured the small treat. "Got anymore?" He asked. Everyone laughed again. Everyone enjoyed having Sidrovich around, his attitude was always a good source of laughs.
Sidrovich turned his attention to Pavel "Kid", who was dozing. He slapped Pavel upside the head. "Wake up you dummy! We're going to war!" He said.
"Dude, like, why did you have to do that?" Pavel said tiredly.
"Dude! Like, could you like, like, not be so, like, lame, dude? That would, like, be totally narly dude..." Sidrovich said back. Pavel rolled his eyes but still smiled.
"Better get used to it buddy, Sid doesn't just do this to newbies." Novikov advised the new recruit.
"Uh-huh."
Meanwhile Sid looked over at Maria, who was sitting silently. "Hey! How come you never talk?"
"Me?" She asked.
"Yeah, what are you, a spy?"
"Um, no I just have nothing really to say." She said.
"Fine be that way, jerk." Sid said in fake anger. The squad commander, Nikita, stood up. "Okay men listen up, this invasion is guarenteed to get pretty ugly at some point, with the American JSF presence being very heavy. So you have to be careful out there."
"Okey Dokey." Sid remarked.
"Sid, this is serious, could you please?" Nikita replied.
"Alright boss, sorry, I'm in serious mode now." Nikita smiled and shook his head. "Alright, going on, our unit is mainly going to be fighting with the JSF troops rather than the Goergians, so expect well trained and very well equipped hostiles, do not underestimate the Americans, or you will come home in a body bag. Another thing, abuse of civilians, prisoners, or anything like that, will not be tolerated. I know you guys wouldn't do that, but I'm required to warn you that an offence in that area will equal prison for life. Now, we are going to be attacking a JSF border fortification, we have the element of surprise, so they are at a disadvantage, for support, we will have the full house for this mission, and in fact, the whole operation. Tanks, IFVs, APCs, choppers, planes, regulars the works. Now, let's go show these Yankee d;cks what Russians are made out of of!" "Yeah!" the Bears said enthusiasticly. "Alright, touchdown is in 10 minutes. Gear up." The soldiers who had helemts and/or masks put them on, loaded their weapons, and checked to make sure all their equipment was in order.

Location: Vlads location
Side: GBT
Unit: John Altsoba
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John slid the glass away from him, he was never much of a drinker. He took out his black crow combat knife and started picking his nails. " Mr. Stoyakavich, it appears some russians dont like you much."

The man chuckled. He pulled a spar chair up and put it on the other side of the holo table, facing John. "You dont make many friends when you order the assasination of your president. Most people would call it treason."

John looked up from what he was doing, a cold smile crept over his face. "well id call it natrual selection."

Vlad finished off his glassed and sat it down, "Only if there were more opened mined people like you."

Jahn put the blade back into its holster. "The talk of the past bores me. I suggest what ever plans you have you move forward with them, now. And thus this is were my proposition comes in. I can end this bounty on your head, and leand you support. I have one catch."

The man cast him a snake like look. "And what may that be?"

"I want your support when i kill green vox."

Vlad half laughed and half choked. "You work for that sack of s**t? i dont do buisness with terroist."

John leaned up against the wall. "Well your country has a track record of doing such that. Im saying i want to change the dirrection the GBT is going in, and return it to its most basic ideals. It was ment to help people oppresed by governments. who were becoming broke by corruption. I want it to be a free place for free people to make a diffrence in a FREE world!"

Vlad thought for a few moments. Silence hanging in the air like sharpened daggers. All Johns plans rested on the backing of this russian, and in turn he knew the mission Vlad had started on could only be completed by his organizations backing.

The old man stood up and walked over to John. "You have a deal. Take this number, memorize it and destroy it, call me when you are done. And we can talk about how we can help each other."

John took the number and started to walk through the door. "Wait, what is your name first. Its not common to have a partner and not know at least that."

John cast a look back,"Im exergent cercemstances. thats all for now. Make sure you pick up when i call."

After that John disappeared into the night, leaving Vlad to his thoughts looking at the silver haired woman sleep.