Lexicus
Deity
"And so, on this day, we announce the formal declaration of war by the European Union against the Union of Central Asia. This is not a course we would take lightly; it has been forced upon us by the actions of the armies of that nation in the annexation of the independent states of Belorussia, Ukraine, Lithuania, and Estonia."
The rest of the speech was drowned out by the roars of the crowd. Berlin Square was a sea of humanity, turned out to listen to the war declaration given by the European Union's President. The man was charismatic, devoted to democracy and the ideal that humans should be as free a possible, recently elected as head of the Reform In Europe Party. All this made him the ideal candidate in the eyes of the European people to stand up to what people were calling the Second Soviet Union, the Union of Central Asia. All the old Soviet States were a part of it with the new, illegal, annexations.
Helmut Kuhn applauded fiercely along with the rest of the people in the square. The German State's capital had served as the capital of the European Union since it united into a single nation in 2015. Now, in 2019, Europe was again being threatened by fascism. He turned out of the square as some high dignitary started speaking again. His destination was one of the military recruiting stations that had been operating in Berlin since the crises began.
That that meant the European Government had never intended a peaceful solution never crossed his mind.
Nikolai Fyodorov marched into Belorussia with a smile on his face. His comrade, Boris Patrolov, was probably thinking along with him: the Party had been right. The Party had brought Russia out of the depression of 2008, and when the Premier's reign had ended, the Russian Congress, acting as Party members should, declared a Constitutional Amendment that allowed the Premiere to stand for election again, and again, and again...and the Party had reunited the old Soviet Union again, but without the flaw of Communism. There was only the Party left for Fyodorov these days. His family had died on the streets of Volgograd when the depression was bad. He himself had eaten dog, and cat and mouse and rat and other meat he didn't want to know about. That was over now...all he'd done was sell his soul to the Party.
Jorge Esteban stood somewhere on the border between Mexico and California. In barely 5 minutes, the Latin National Party would announce its declaration of war on the United States, catching them off guard. The formation of the United States of Latin America back in 2012 to get the independent nations out of the depression had been...strongly encouraged by its central state, Mexico. Then his thoughts were drowned out. The guns were firing now, making the clouds look like flame. Ten thousand muzzle flashes at once cast an eerie glow across the battlefield. Esteban stormed northwards with his comrades. When he came to the ruins of the first border patrol station, he cut down the survivors with a short burst from his rifle. A tank put a round into the building, and it collapsed completely, and started to burn. As America would soon burn. He heard gunfire off to the west. America, it seemed, had other plans.
That's all I can do tonight, I have to go to bed.
The rest of the speech was drowned out by the roars of the crowd. Berlin Square was a sea of humanity, turned out to listen to the war declaration given by the European Union's President. The man was charismatic, devoted to democracy and the ideal that humans should be as free a possible, recently elected as head of the Reform In Europe Party. All this made him the ideal candidate in the eyes of the European people to stand up to what people were calling the Second Soviet Union, the Union of Central Asia. All the old Soviet States were a part of it with the new, illegal, annexations.
Helmut Kuhn applauded fiercely along with the rest of the people in the square. The German State's capital had served as the capital of the European Union since it united into a single nation in 2015. Now, in 2019, Europe was again being threatened by fascism. He turned out of the square as some high dignitary started speaking again. His destination was one of the military recruiting stations that had been operating in Berlin since the crises began.
That that meant the European Government had never intended a peaceful solution never crossed his mind.
Nikolai Fyodorov marched into Belorussia with a smile on his face. His comrade, Boris Patrolov, was probably thinking along with him: the Party had been right. The Party had brought Russia out of the depression of 2008, and when the Premier's reign had ended, the Russian Congress, acting as Party members should, declared a Constitutional Amendment that allowed the Premiere to stand for election again, and again, and again...and the Party had reunited the old Soviet Union again, but without the flaw of Communism. There was only the Party left for Fyodorov these days. His family had died on the streets of Volgograd when the depression was bad. He himself had eaten dog, and cat and mouse and rat and other meat he didn't want to know about. That was over now...all he'd done was sell his soul to the Party.
Jorge Esteban stood somewhere on the border between Mexico and California. In barely 5 minutes, the Latin National Party would announce its declaration of war on the United States, catching them off guard. The formation of the United States of Latin America back in 2012 to get the independent nations out of the depression had been...strongly encouraged by its central state, Mexico. Then his thoughts were drowned out. The guns were firing now, making the clouds look like flame. Ten thousand muzzle flashes at once cast an eerie glow across the battlefield. Esteban stormed northwards with his comrades. When he came to the ruins of the first border patrol station, he cut down the survivors with a short burst from his rifle. A tank put a round into the building, and it collapsed completely, and started to burn. As America would soon burn. He heard gunfire off to the west. America, it seemed, had other plans.
That's all I can do tonight, I have to go to bed.
Looking forward to following this story!
Now I feel all stupid...
