8/26: Fallen Comrades

From the Story Arc: Zepoch and the WCO

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(posted Thursday, August 26, 2004)

It is as if worst fears have solidified, taken form... nightmare becomes vividly real.


The air rushes past helmet. Piton says am at 300kph, but more speed is necesary.... nyet, must maintain cruising for stealth... da... da....


Am seeing steppes now. Is ironic, fastest path to Moscow brings me over pole... is good thing for freeon components, stresses of cold already planned for. Else would be covered in ice, plumeting 10,000 meters to watery grave.... Still remember patrols here, back in bomber days... still remember Pietor... and Gerogi... actuators freezing... air ducts icing over.... their screams over the radio as they fell... all because stupid bereaucrats wanted Siberia safe....


But meeting... meeting is what confirmed fears...


Is still clear, like motion picture in memory... were suposedly gathered for CCCP business. Kostyak and Ursa were fawning over each other.... do not disapprove, but I knew I could not count on. Was obvious both were too emotional... could not even keep personal problems out of Red Brigade business... 


Recruit Mosca was at meeting as well, always shooting looks at commissar, and commissar looks back... more emotions to tie up comrades...


But worst prediction of all was confirmed after meeting... had pulled Commissar Saviour aside to ask of improtant business... she first denied her obvious relationship with Tovarisch Mosca... most vehemently... was silly emotional game....


But I had asked her of death of Worker's Champion... and she broke. She had thought I was accusing her of keeping secrets from comrades.. was nyet my intent, but how to explain to crying woman running away and breaking things...


Bah, no comrades are of use to me now.... all in Moscow at time of death pointed me towards empty memos, or suggested I leave matter be, respect for the dead... all simply say "...base was destroyed in series of explosions...," like this makes everything go away...


But I do have respect for Worker's Champion...respect for his cunning... respect for his power.... but most of all respect for his treachary...


I know Worker's Champion... I have fought alongside him and have fought against... man is practically invincible... nothing short of nuclear strike or long, drawn-out fight with valient heroes could to kill him....


I know his base... have been planning strike for months.... while explosives required to level must be impressive... I know he could have survived any number of posibilities....


People planning strike must know both base and pig-dog like back of own hand to proceed properly... I am not convinced that any others than myself do...


So now I fly over frozen wasteland, over unmarked graves of comrades.....


I must to see destruction with own eyes.... I trust him to no other executioner than myself...