Ok, I will writing a story based on Civ3 aspects but not on a Civ3 game. It is meant for the enjoyment of the reading. So if you are those people who can't even read the subtitles on a movie, then don't continue with this, you will be bored.:thumbsup:
Oh and please don't cry because there will be no screenies.


Here we go...:dance:

Rome 0100 hours
Streets burned with intermittent flames as cops ran from door to door, grabbing families. Every street had a steel armored car packed with people being evacuated. Caesar III watched as his once great capital blazed with fire of the tormenting bombs dropped by Greek planes. The spy he had sent had failed in warning him of an attack. Soon this city will be taken over and swarmed with Greek soldiers killing all in sight. Caesar III ran outside into his helicopter and quickly fled to his second largest city, Cumae.

Cumae 0600 hours.
Caesar rushed to his military advisor Berkley. The mans face was plagued with a look of sorrow. Five whole regiments of infantry had been killed trying to defend what was left of the former Capital Rome. The top troops of the Italian military gone, just like that. But there was more to be done. A column of Italy’s finest tanks had been sent to recapture the city. Caesar oversaw every movement. The tanks were rolling over the plains just south of Rome. Awaiting the vast force were Greek infantry. They didn’t stand a chance. But then again, these weren’t in the city. They were on a hill west of the Romulus River.

Just south of Rome 0630 hours
Anthony’s tank column was the finest of Rome’s. Each tank was adorned with the Roman flag and was painted red on each side. The sun glistened in the east as it rose with a brilliant gleaming orange. The column was positioned just under a hill that rose and dipped around the Romulus River. Quickly he shoved away his binoculars and signaled to attack as he ducked down through the porthole. The clank of metal treads echoed through out the valley. And all of a sudden a vast horde of infantry came rushing down every side of the valley, guns in hand ready to kill.

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The Battle of the Romulus River
Bullets clinked and clanged off of the medal hide that covered the behemoths with protruding turrets. Large explosions rocked the valley floor as tons of Greek troops were tossed to the side at a time. Anthony looked ahead to see one of his tanks astray. At least 10 Greek soldiers were piled on top of it. Anthony could just make out the image of a charge being planted on the hatch. Anthony’s tank opened fire with its machine guns, dropping the troops off of the tank like flies being swatted off of a screen. But it was too late. The Roman tank erupted with a large explosion, blowing the turret off of the hunk of metal and sending it sky high. Anthony shuttered with remorse. A voice cackled on the radio.
“What the hell was that?"
“We lost a tank!” Replied Anthony.
All of a sudden explosions shifted the valley into a wasteland as 15 more tanks were blown to oblivion. But Greek troops were growing less in numbers and soon they were routing. A few remained shooting at the 87th infantry core that was being escorted by the tank column. More soldiers were dropped. The battle had ended. A cheer of victory blasted out of the radio that was soon followed by more. But with 16 tanks lost in all, an attack on a defended city would be pointless. Anthony would have to wait for reinforcements.

Large explosions rocked the valley floor as tons of Greek troops were tossed to the side at a time:lol: :lol: :lol:

shall I keep going,
If I do writing will be slow because I just got complete. But there will be updates.

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The 87th
There is a lot of history behind the 87th infantry core. This was Rome’s first set of modern troops. These men were endowed with honor and respect for their accomplishments. Their greatest triumph was the seize of Persepolis (1901-1912). Persia had been the largest country at that time; covering at was thought to be more then half of the world. But Persia had been battered throughout history with wars filled with pillaging and artillery strikes that aged back to catapults. No one had really liked Persia. They had violated four Rights of passage all against the same civilization. So they were continuously at war. Persia had gone corrupt and cities started to sway between cultures. Until all that was left was Persepolis, Antioch, Pasgardae, Dariush Khabur and their foreign cities, Lyons, Rheims, Chartres, Bordeaux and Ellipi. France still existed but was hanging on by a capillary or thread. At the time, Babylon, France, Greece and Rome had been at war with the Persians. And by 1907 all that remained was the capital, Persepolis. Caesar III had just upgraded his first band of infantry, the 87th. The 87th was sent to Persepolis along with a few cavalry. Now Caesar knew that attacking with infantry should be a last resort and assaulted the defending infantry with his somewhat obsolete cavalry. Both regiments were slaughtered on the hills and barely even left a scratch. But the 87th came in, in high hopes. Two veteran infantry regiments had been cut down by the 87th, and all that remained in the capital was an Elite Rifleman. The 87th was taking heavy damage from the well-trained troops. But at the end a tremendous comeback was made and the city of Persepolis had been captured, prevailing a great leader, Augustus. Augustus turned the 87th into the first army. And from then on the 87th was revered and loved by all, and the city of Persepolis is adorned with statues and carvings of the first infantry core.

France 1340 hours.
Joan d’Arc looked blankly into Caesar’s eyes. A piece of paper had been passed to Joan. She looked at it in disbelief.

This trade will go in favor of the Queen Joan d’Arc, granting her four cities
Joan d’Arc will trade: Caesar III will trade:
Lyons, Rheims, Chartres, Bordeaux

“I believe that you should be reunited with your people Joan d’Arc.” Said Caesar, breaking the silence.
Joan looked graciously into Caesars eyes. Getting up to leave Joan d’Arc quickly asked if there was anything Caesar needed. Caesar looked down to the floor and replied, “I am fine Joan. But if you ever feel ready, I know Rome would appreciate your help in the war.”
Joan d’Arc nodded and sat back down.

Reinforcements arrive
Anthony looked down the broad plains in front of the burning city of Rome. No doubt there was civil disorder. A new tank column was on its way to join up with Anthony’s tank column. Anthony sat down at a makeshift desk with Augustus, the 87th infantry core leader.
“We will attack last, for it will be easier for foot soldiers to break through the city and navigate the streets. You will provide cover and artillery fire until we get through. When we are through you will try and get some of your tanks into the city and give us protection. Your armor will make great walls to hide behind.” Ordered Capt. Augustus.
Anthony nodded to his superior. As he started to walk to his tank an explosion rocked the solid earth sending soil and rocks flying everywhere. Shrill screams of agony pierced calm fresh air as men were pierced with shrapnel and rock. “RETREAT!”
Long after the artillery strike, the bodies were counted. Anthony looked down into the empty eyes of his best mate.
After two days, (Reinforcements arrive around 1340 hours [day two] ) reinforcements had not come, and doubts were starting to fill the troop’s minds. But all of a sudden, that afternoon, the metal clank of treads echoed through the surrounding woods along with the squeak of wheels. A vast horde of tanks emerged from the battle scarred trees. Followed by trucks towing artillery

The siege 1855 hours.
After everything was set up, the 87th began charging down the hill dodging artillery from inside of the ruins.
The Roman guns exploded rounds, tearing up the city, silencing machined guns and other artillery. Intel had said that there were two infantry regiments protecting the captured ruins. But then it would be too easy.
Augustus looked around. The crisp air froze the wall revealing cracks on the worn granite that surrounded the broad city. All of a sudden machine guns ripped through the skies as they felled three men. “TAKE COVER!” Screamed Augustus. The men scattered behind rubble and the wall. “FIRE IN INTERVALS! GUNTH, THROW YOUR GOD DAMN GRENADE!” PHOOM! Frags from the grenade scattered everywhere, the machine gun stopped. Slowly one of the men stepped out, examining the surroundings, checking for men still alive. He signaled an all clear silently, as the men crept taking cover incase of more guns.
BAM! Augustus slammed open the door of the house that had contained the machine gun. Nothing. “DEREK, BARTY! You guys know how to use a sniper rifle! Get up there and cover us, NOW!” Augustus’s yell bounced off of the walls as it slowly drifted into the ever-growing night. The few lights that had survived the bombings dimly lit the street. Augustus walked up to Sgt. Waters. Take three men with you and advance around the corner. Report back to me on what you see.

Sgt. Waters and his men slinked around the corner, only to have bullets tear into their clothing ripping their hearts and lungs apart.

The siege 1909 hours.
Clink, clink, clink… PHOOM!! A grenade blew up in one of the men’s face. “GET BACK, GET BACK!!” Screamed Augustus. Two screams of agony rang down the street as Derek and Barty made their mark.
Now it was dark out and movement was easy. Augustus made his way down the street with his men slinking through the gloom and stopping behind every possible hiding place. Every now and then a shot would bounce of the stone road, but it was pointless to use a sniper rifle in the darkness. No shots would succeed the first. Augustus looked ahead making out a looming shadow. “Every one to the tank it’s one of ours!” The turret swiveled at the shout and the light shined just enough for Augustus to make out a green star. But it was too late. Everyman fell to the brutal bullets of the tanks machine gun, every last man submitted to the gun. Slowly they reached out as if help was right there only to be engulfed in darkness. Augustus was pinned to a building. Gradually he slipped down the wall leaving a trail of blood glistening in the moonlight.

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no keep going