Salskigrad (Takistani Directive Capital),
Takistan Sector Directive,
Gates of the Directive Marshal's Office
0734 Hours
A black sedan with tainted windows approached the gate that lead to the Directive Marshal's Office. The Directive Marshal, Nikita Sobolov, acting under orders of the Hegemon, had recently ordered the Hegemony's secret police (the dreaded Saint Peter's Brigade) to exterminate the local Islamic Ethnic group known as the Drachzi's. To the many Nationalist German and Slavs, the Drachzi's were troublemakers and as worse as the Jews; which had almost been exterminated by a series of Pogroms in the early 1900s. The civilian, security, and military personnel alike went about on rampages to find and brutally murder Drachzi men and boys, then they deported the Drachzi women and girls to "child farms." Either way, they'll prefer death over the farms.
Anyway, the terrors' of the Hegemony had sparked global Drachzi, Jewish, and other non-Nationalist hatred for the Hegemony. However, the Hegemon; whose Unbreakable Will had stubbornly defied most nations' views of his Motherland; now continued his authoritarian ways and increasing prejudice against the Drachzi's. The continued brutality broke the Drachzis' anger against the Hegemony; and in Takistan they formed the Takistani Revolutionary Army to combat the Rakmaari pogroms against the Drachzi people. The TRA kept most of its strength from being unleashed upon the Hegemony's Occupational Forces in Takistan. They mostly used suicide bombing tactics and guerrilla warfare.
Now, behind the black sedan's wheel was a Tako-Drachzi disguised as a Police Commissar. The man moved the car, rather Rakmaari-like to the gate. The young guard raised his light to the window, for it was a dark morning, to see the commissar uniform and almost saluted. But he remembered his orders to check the papers of anyone coming in or out. He asked in his slightly deep, eighteen year old voice,
"<Commissar Sir? May I please see your papers?>"
The sergeant of the guard watched from the guardhouse, smiled as he watched the new guard doing his job pretty well. He nearly keeled over laughing as he thought of his first assignment, the sergeant had messed up. His smile faded away as he saw that the Police Commissar didn't show his papers and the new guard getting nervous. The sergeant, a shifty bastard, moved from the guardhouse to the car at a jog. Once the sergeant got there, he moved his gun to the attack position and screamed;
"<Show your fucking papers! NOW! Or so help me I'll shoot YOUR fucking brains out of YOUR crazy head!>"
The man smiled and said in a slightly foreign accent,
"<No you won't. You'll be painted across the walls of the street.>"
And with that the car erupted in a explosion that engulfed 100 meters of the street, incinerating everything in that radius... destroying the once formidable guardhouse and parts of the menacing defense wall.
Checkovgrad,
Rushea Sector,
The Federal Hegemony of Rakmaar
The Hegemon smiled as he watched the television as Hegemonial Fire Control Ministry personnel putting out the car bombing's flames. The members of government gathered around the Hegemon's TV to watch in anger of the recent aggressive attacks by the Takistani Revolutionary Army. Hegemon Yuri Alexavich Checkov stared still smiling, as he prepared in his minds the greatest hatred toward Takistan since the the 1970's War between Rakmaar and Takistan.
That war was fought by Takistani Drachzi's against Rakmaari Red Army Forces, during the times of the Glorious Red Union of Rakmaar. Checkov rose from his chair and turned off the TV with a remote and turned to his members of Government. His cold steel blue eyes scanned each one's face
and a cold smile appeared on his lips as he said in a cold, sinister voice,
"<Gentlemen and ladies, its time to bring the wrath of the greater Christian God upon the Muslim Drachzi's. Commence Operation: Boris' Wrath.>"
"<Very well, your Excellency>" said the minister of Defense
