Bezonvaux
Establishing Nation
December 5th, 1956, Tremere city outskirts
Diego hid behind the tank, it had ran out of petrol and ammunition some days ago , the crew were long gone either captured or dead but the tank remained and was as good as place as any to hide behind. he looked around, he seemed to be all alone amidst the ruins of the city but still he refused to move, rooted to the spot with fear after all just because you couldn't see them didn't mean the Reds weren't there.
he and his section had marched in to Tremere full of revolutionary zeal eager to smash the Red League cover themselves in glory and be home before Christmas, this had not transpired, instead of smashing the Reds, Diego and his comrades were the ones being smashed and whatever he was covered in it certainly was not glory, and he did not believe he would return home at all let alone in time for Christmas.
suddenly he heard voices from across the plaza, he clutched his rifle, a relic from the start of the century that should be in a museum rather than a war-zone, the Commonwealth was desperate for weapons and couldn't produce enough to keep up with demand, especially with the nations industrial heartland firmly under Red League control. He listened intently, the trouble with civil wars was he mused that everyone looked and spoke the same meaning that you had no idea who was a friend or foe before it was too late.
" any one out there, come out we promise not to shoot we promise to treat you well".
Diego did not believe that for one second, the voices sounded closer . he heard another man speak
" why the hell did you think that would work you idiot? anyway no ones here we better find the rest of the column".
Diego was panicking now they were getting closer and closer, they had to part of the Red Assault Columns, hard men used to a life of violence unable or unwilling to integrate back into civilian life, he couldn't surrender...they RACs had an reputation for not taking prisoners, there seemed to be only two of them....he'd have to try and fight.
He leaped out from behind the tank frantically working the bolt on this ancient rifle, one of the RAC men dropped clutching his chest the other barely had time to exclaim before Diego's second shot caught him right in the throat.
Diego looked around him...more Reds would come looking for their fallen comrades time to make a run for it, he ditched his rifle and his armband...all that stood for a uniform among the Popular Militia, he'd simply be another refugee fleeing the fighting, nobody would notice he was gone, and maybe he would be home in time for christmas
Diego hid behind the tank, it had ran out of petrol and ammunition some days ago , the crew were long gone either captured or dead but the tank remained and was as good as place as any to hide behind. he looked around, he seemed to be all alone amidst the ruins of the city but still he refused to move, rooted to the spot with fear after all just because you couldn't see them didn't mean the Reds weren't there.
he and his section had marched in to Tremere full of revolutionary zeal eager to smash the Red League cover themselves in glory and be home before Christmas, this had not transpired, instead of smashing the Reds, Diego and his comrades were the ones being smashed and whatever he was covered in it certainly was not glory, and he did not believe he would return home at all let alone in time for Christmas.
suddenly he heard voices from across the plaza, he clutched his rifle, a relic from the start of the century that should be in a museum rather than a war-zone, the Commonwealth was desperate for weapons and couldn't produce enough to keep up with demand, especially with the nations industrial heartland firmly under Red League control. He listened intently, the trouble with civil wars was he mused that everyone looked and spoke the same meaning that you had no idea who was a friend or foe before it was too late.
" any one out there, come out we promise not to shoot we promise to treat you well".
Diego did not believe that for one second, the voices sounded closer . he heard another man speak
" why the hell did you think that would work you idiot? anyway no ones here we better find the rest of the column".
Diego was panicking now they were getting closer and closer, they had to part of the Red Assault Columns, hard men used to a life of violence unable or unwilling to integrate back into civilian life, he couldn't surrender...they RACs had an reputation for not taking prisoners, there seemed to be only two of them....he'd have to try and fight.
He leaped out from behind the tank frantically working the bolt on this ancient rifle, one of the RAC men dropped clutching his chest the other barely had time to exclaim before Diego's second shot caught him right in the throat.
Diego looked around him...more Reds would come looking for their fallen comrades time to make a run for it, he ditched his rifle and his armband...all that stood for a uniform among the Popular Militia, he'd simply be another refugee fleeing the fighting, nobody would notice he was gone, and maybe he would be home in time for christmas