Fire on the Ashes

Aenigma was sitting on his perch, looking through the scope of his Hécate. An hour ago he snuck across the border into Russia, assigned on a task to learn more about the man known as The Immigrant. A faction known as Silver Fist just bought a nuclear device from the supplier. It was being escorted by a convoy of heavily armed vehicles. He loaded in Anti- Material Rounds, just incase things got messy. He was confident it wouldn't though. The convoy entered a private base. He got down from his perch on the cliff side, and ran through the expanse of wasteland. This place used to be a military town before Magrathea. However, it's mostly abandoned except for Silver Fist. He put his back to a brick wall, and activated his digital camouflage.

Using some wire-cutter, he made an incision in the back fence just large enough for him to get though. Now he had to find a way in. The obvious choice was an access ladder leading to the roof of the compound. There would probably be a vent there which he could crawl through. It was the fastest way in, so he took it. There was a duffel bag of supplies gratituosly planted by the UN to help him. He opened it up, and took out a screwdriver, and unscrewed the latches of the vent, crawled in, and placed the vent back in place. He was in, and the next logical step would to take out the alarm system. He turned a switch on the side of his mask, and set it to Electro Magnetic Imaging, and noticed that one room not far from here had large amounts of electronics there. No doubt that's were the master alarm was. However, there was no vent leading into the room, and the only way in was through a pass code door with retinal scan. He had his work cut out for him.

 

‘The Winter Palace’, 130 kilometers northeast from Warsaw, Poland

It was snowing. The white fragments of a beautiful snowflake danced towards the ground from the dark grey sky above them. The wind was crisp as a flock of birds flew over the horizon across what felt like an endless forest of white. The landscape of Eastern Europe had been left in a state of almost utter devastation. Since the disaster that has rocked the foundations of the planet, hundreds of different factions were created to bring some level of order. Some promised peace based on a lie, others only sought their own personal game. Whatever occurred, civil war completely tore Europe in half.

Outside of an old cathedral, hands bound and immobile on the gentle feeling of snow, was an elderly man that was a leader of a rival faction and a delusional former Soviet officer known as Captain Abramov. Around him was a large plain of white snow surrounded some of the bodies of his deceased captains that stained the beautiful white with crimson. Around him was a large group of soldiers in black state-of-the-art weapons and armor, around forty of them were there. Abramov knew it was helpless to escape the fate that was going to be presented to him, just as a man in a black trench coat and bandoleer with silver hair walked towards him. At his side was a large sidearm as the man walked to his point of vision.

“Do you know who I’am?” The mysterious man said with a distinct American accent.

The older man hesitated for a moment, his breaths getting heavy, before looking up at the man. “Adam Sorokin....Millennium”

“Then you happen to understand what’s about to happen. We already offered you a chance to not only join us Captain, but bring peace to a world at war. Instead, you decided to act on your own impulses and attack us.” Adam responded.

“You don’t understand, Mr. Sorokin. I was forced to act like this to strengthen relations with the Red Roses! If I didn’t attack you, a coup could have been staged.”

“And all of this could have been preventable...” Adam said before taking out an oversized revolver from his side. “This is the Smith and Wesson Model 500. This can fire a bullet weighing 350 gr at 1975 feet per second, generating muzzle energy of over 3,030 foot-pounds force. I can say that without boast, this is the world’s most powerful handgun.” Adam walked around Abramov until he stood behind him. "This makes a 44 Magnum look like a dart gun and this will blow a man's head apart." Adam then cocked the pistol and aimed it at Abramov, where he could literally feel the elder man's fear.

"You had a choice Captain...."

 

Aenigma switched to thermal imaging. He noticed a locker room about 50 feet from his current location, with a lone guard there. He could get the pass code and retinal scan from him. He crawled through the ducts, and looked down on him from a grate. He used the screwdriver to unscrew the bolts, and dropped down on the guard, taking out his Type 54 Black Star as he disengaged digital camouflage, and pointed the handgun at the guard's head. "Move, and I shoot. Try to call for help, and I shoot." Said the cloaked masked man, as he took a syringe from his belt, and injected a poison into the guard. He looked horrified. "I just injected you with a lethal dose of anthrax. It will kill you in an hour. I have the antidote and will give it to you under one condition." His voice reverberated in the man's head. The guard spoke some shoddy English, begging for his life. "Get me into the master control room." The man nodded, and put on his uniform, as he ran to the control room. Aenigma reengaged his camouflage, and followed the man.

The guard saluted two higher ranking officers, as he input the passcode, and passed the retinal scan. The doors opened wide, and Aenigma tracked him in. There were two operators working the controls. He waited for the door to close, before putting on his silencer for the Black Star, and shooting the operators clean in the head, causing his camouflage to disengage. "You'll give me the antidote now, right?" Asked the guard, shaking in fear. "You've outlived your use." Aenigma did the same thing to him as he did to the operators.

He approached the control panel, and saw a switch labelled "Master Alarm" He flipped it, and all the alarms in the complex were shut off. He noticed the security turret targeting controls. Under his mask, he had a malicious grin. He reprogrammed the controls of the turrets to attack anyone wearing a Silver Fist uniform. He watched the camera wall as hundreds of guards were killed by their own turrets. He then noticed the storage room. The dirty bomb was being kept there, guarded by several highly-trained soldiers. Nothing he couldn't take though. He switched to Sonar Imaging, and noticed there was a balcony in the supply room where he could snipe from. He walked out of the control room, but not before shooting the control panel several times. He stepped over the corpses of dead guards.

After about ten minutes of vent crawling, he got on the balcony, took his Hécate out, set up the bipod, and looked through the scope. He aligned the cross hairs with the head of laser-minigun wielding foe. He breathed in, and pulled the trigger. The recoil and sound was astonishing, but not as much as the sniper's accuracy. A precise hit; square in the head. The guards knew there was only one place to snipe, so they instinctively looked up at the balcony and started firing. Aenigma jumped down, his armor deflecting most of the bullets. He switched to his P90, and with amazing precision, he downed another two guards. There were 3 left, and they homed in on him. He circled around them, and switched to his Type 54, firing a total of 7 into the chest of a guard with a kinetic barrier. The first 5 destroyed the barrier; the other 2 killing him. He activated his camo, and snuck behind the remaining guards, and detonated a sleeping gas bomb. He searched through their rucksacks, and tied them up with some rope found in one. He needed to keep them for interrogation. He slapped a tracking beacon on the dirty bomb. He turned on his communications device, contacting a UN Inspector and Bomb Squad. "This is Aenigma. I've neutralized Silver Fist and seized the nuclear device. I've placed a tracking beacon on it. Come to the location immediately."

 

The Winter Palace was set ablaze once the deed was done as all forty Millennium soldiers, while not losing a single casualty, casually wiped the floor with one of the stronger forces in Eastern Europe. Sorokin got into his own personal transport, a black armoured Bentley limo that made the US presidents own car look relatively weak in comparison. As he in the back of the car with several officers, he ran through some facts and figures about his own faction.

Being founded only last year, Millennium already had around 2,000 soldiers, half of them being former Special Forces soldiers in Europe. Alongside this, they had five times more supporters and held a small yet powerful amount of territory. By the end of the year, and going at this rate, Millennium could possibly have a force of around 500,000. Given ten years, and Millennium would be as powerful as the entire US army. Given twenty years, and Millennium would be practically unstoppable. Several thousand were joining daily and because of its focus on “quality over quantity”, its soldiers outperform any other military of its kind in Europe, even French Commandos and the British SAS. The broken factions of Europe weren’t fighting just another powerful faction; they were fighting a hidden superpower.

Of course, the prospect of a unified Europe didn’t particularly sit well with other countries, especially global powers. Western Europe seen Millennium as ‘well-intentioned extremists’, whose aim is admirable but the methods of doing so are not particularly peaceful. There was even backlash in Western Europe about Millenniums overall cause being the best for Europe while greed consumed the larger nations, this backlash actually led to wide-scale riots in London.

Of course, time would tell. Sorokin headed across the cold roads that were less traveled and headed back to headquarters. Millennium was the only power in the stateless Eastern Europe officially recognized by the UN, and unfortunately it’s only hope for stability. While military action could be taken against it, it would only make the climate in Europe worse. If Sorokin was killed, he would die as a true martyr.

 

The guards started to wake up several hours later, but he simply kneed them hard in their faces, knocking them out instantly. The bomb squad and inspector still hadn't arrived. He walked out, and saw VTOLs in the horizon. "Took them long enough.

 

After a three hour drive, Sorokin returned back to the Millennium headquarters in Warsaw, where the entire city and the surrounding area was the total Millennium territory. The headquarters, being Jablonowski Palace that formerly acted as the town hall of the city, was reconverted into something more fortified. The inhabitants of Warsaw, while not directly in it's forces, happened to be proud supporters of Millennium and while sometimes complaining about the renegade factions that ran rampant in other areas of Eastern Europe that sometimes were stupid enough to attack the city outright, believed that Millennium could restore order in the anarchy.

Sorokin returned back to the palace while the inhabitants returned to their lives and went to his office, where he found a man dressed in formal clothing at his desk. After a brief handshake, the two of them got straight to business. The two of them spoke for about an hour. They laughed at some parts of their discussion and in the end, shook hands. Not only were the two men acquaintances of each other, but the two of them were both Millennium. Within the last week alone, 25,000 new soldiers arrived and were being trained in intense conditions. The active armed force just jumped almost to 30,000, more than enough to bring the remainder of Poland and some parts of Ukraine and Belarus under their control if violence needed to occur. Fortunately for them, negotiations were much more likely to occur.

By the end of the week, Millennium was now officially recognized as a country by the UN.

 

Aenigma raised his hands in a way that said, 'I mean no harm.' He nodded to the inspector, and followed the UN forced back to the VTOL, and got in.

 

With a small army of new loyal and willing solders that were already skilled, Millennium wasted no time in restoring some order in Eastern Europe. By deciding to divide and conquer, the 'huge' force of Millennium absolutely steamrolled the smaller factions around the northern half of Eastern Europe in one sudden yet violent act. Overnight, 167 of about 200 factions in Eastern Europe vanished from the face of the earth. A civilian population now numbered in the tens of millions and various surviving powers that were absorbed into Millennium bolstered the military power of the organisation to over a million. Although these forces were mostly undertrained, the gap between them and the finest soldiers in Sorokin's newly formed 'Black Guard' closed daily. The entire area of Poland, Belarus and a large majority of Ukraine was now firmly under Millennium control, with powers in the southern half of Eastern Europe wishing to be absorbed into the faction.

Adam Sorokin was now one of the most powerful men in Europe, and everything was going far better than expected. The only possible way that Millennium could be stopped was if Russia decided to take them down for a significant land grab, which would be suicidal move due to having to fight a war on two fronts. The other was Western Europe, which would hurt its interests but would fail to destroy what they've allowed to occur, alongside the support of the idea of a truly unified Europe in those countries already growing. Sorokin's future success would result in the powder keg that was Western Europe, who was on the verge of war between another. If war occurred, support for Millennium would in increase astronomically while the west tore itself apart. The European 'Cold-War' was crucial to the success of the faction, and if it's dream was to come true, they could only wait until the inevitable happened.




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-In the new village of Velix, Chicago-

Three teenagers were hanging by a black sturdy rope. The rope connected from a belt that wrapped around their chest and waist to a large crane. They filled a huge bag with supplies, and one of them tugged on the rope, giving the signal to pull them up. They were in a building that had fallen sideways, this was one of the major supply routes.

 

(I don't think Damn and Hell are cuss words to be honest)

As they were pulled up, two men stood there with their assault rifles, checking the large bags, "Damn, I didn't think we'd get anything this time."
"Yeah, well you though wrong," One of them said, "Where is sans hell is Allen?"
"Oh him? He went digging in the ruins again," The man said as the other spoke up.
"We sent him there, last time he was the one who pulled two tons of supplies on his own, although it took all day."
"Its about time he gets back to Velix." One of the teenagers spoke.
"Yeah yeah we here you, problem is that he's twelve miles underground and his radio connection doesn't work."
"It doesn't? I thought we had that fixed?"
"We did, he killed a Revine with it, tough bastard knows how to kill an animal with just a toothpick."
The lead Teenager got up, "Go grab him, make sure you boys help him this time, okay?"
The two men took off in a helicopter used for transportation, and under it was a large net used for supplies.

 

At Jablonowski Palace, a guard opened the door and took the note from it before heading upwards to Sorokin's office. The message was then passed across to one of the elite 'Black Guards', the 2,500 strong personal bodyguard of Adam Sorokin. Once the message made it to the elite guard, it went straight to Sorokin's office. The founder of the organization took the note with interest and began to read it's contents. While the invasion would have likely put terror into any other leader, Sorokin just smiled. He had Western Europe exactly where he wanted them, and was now about to completely obliterate the invading German forces. Once news began to spread about the German invasion, it spread across Europe like wildfire.

"Hell....It's about time."

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Western Europe

Several hours prior to declaring war on Millennium, the United Kingdom was attacked by French Spies after discovering that France had actually infiltrated the Bank of England and were planning to trigger an enormous economical attack against the country after tensions had previously run high. After communications quickly turned into violent arguments, a miscommunication between the two countries navy resulted in the British Navy sinking an innocent French passenger ship which ultimately claimed the lives of everybody on board. In retaliation, the two countries declared war against each other that will ultimately spiral out of control until all of Western Europe went to war with it's supposed allies. All the while that Germany unexpectedly woken a sleeping giant.

 

Aenigma felt cuffs be slapped into him. The guard whispered, "Protocol." "I understand. Carry on." Aenigma was guided to sit down in the VTOL. He did as instructed.

 

"Apache Patrol, here?" One of the men questioned.
"Nah, just give them the no go." One of the men spoke.
"Will do sir."
The man piloting the helicopter got on radio, "This is Lieutenant Reyes of the Velix military, we are only passing by for a pick up."
The 1st man turned to three others, "Man the turrets just incase they take hostile action."
The men prepared for battle only for defensive purposes, that was if the ground would attack.
Another one of the choppers passed by it, heading to its standard objective.

-In the ruins of Alvilion-
A young man was in front of the passageway, two large crates of supplies behind him, "Damnit, when will they get here?"
He was getting impatient, it was pass dinner time, and he hasn't even had breakfast nor lunch yet. He had google strapped to his head, old minors armor, a Laser Lining machete in its holster on his waste, and a 20 Gauge Laser Shotgun. He knew how to fight well... well, it would have been smart if he hadn't of killed a Revine with his radio, but it was whatever.

 

"Go," The Commander said."
"Um, sir?" The pilot asked, "What do you..."
"Go Now!" The Commander ordered.
Like a bat out of hell, the chopper turned, the pilot activating the back thrusters, they went the opposite direction, they were retreating back to Velix.

_-The Ruins-
A chopper landed, several soldiers hopping out of it, making sure the area was clear. One of them rushed to the kid, "We need to now, this place isn't safe."
"More Revine?" The boy asked.
"No, U.S. Military, the other transport evacuated before anything else."
"Well lets get these crates loaded!"