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Norwegian Nights
« on: January 28, 2010, 03:44:11 PM »
Chapter I
Norway

As usual, Europe is in the middle of a war.  The Soviet Union has begun its campaign to take over the continent, and Norway was one of the first that it attacked.  Six months after the first shots were fired, the country was now a communist state.  Juron and Jadeith were told to either comply, or be killed by a firing squad.  Tomas Strand was their boss, and also happened to be a communist supporter.  And it was his job to write propaganda that highlighted the Soviet Union's success.

"Juron!  Jadeith!  Stop fighting and listen up.  I got an assignment for you both.  I know, I know.  Before you say it, you hate working together.  But the rest of them are off doing something else so you're the only two I've got left."  Tomas tossed a folder on Juron's desk, and pressed his finger against the cover.  "Read this.  Inside is a map.  You're going to be following a group of soldiers as they travel south.  Keep me updated on where you are, and I'll keep giving you another assignment.  Alright?  Good.  Glad you're happy.  That's what I like to hear.  Now get changed.  You're leaving in half an hour."
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Re: Norwegian Nights
« Reply #1 on: January 28, 2010, 04:03:29 PM »
If Juron and Jadeith were dogs, their teeth would be bared at each other, and there would probably be a few mouthfuls of fur on the ground. But, the two ladies were humans, so showing their dislike for each other was better done with words and angry eyes. For two sisters, they really didn't get long very well. Both, did different jobs yet worked under the same roof, for the same man who probably got a kick out of their bickering until it didn't stop, and ended up giving him a nasty headache.

Of course, it seemed to grow worse between the two, now that they were stuck under a rule that neither really liked, and had to shut the fuck up, or be killed. Yeah, they got along so well with that kind of threat hanging over their head.

Juron sat back, crossing her legs at the knee and crossed her arms under her breasts turning to look at Tomas as he spoke, causing both girls to finally stop yelling at each other. "You've got to be kidding me... does it -really- need to involve her? I could do this on my own."

"Shut up, you'd just make a mess of it, we all know how weak in the knees you get around men in uniforms." Jadeith said, flipping the folder around to look at it, opening the front page.

Snapping it away from Jadeith, Juron closed it and rose slowly, stepping out from behind her desk. "You've got me mistaken for you, baby sister. Wasn't that another uniform I found laying on your apartment floor this morning when I came once again, to tell you you were late?"

Jadeith made a sound in her throat and spun around on Tomas, eyes blazing, pointing at her sister as she walked off with the folder. "You're sticking me with HER. Again?! And what do we need to get changed for?! You want us to dress like them too?"

"Stop complaining baby sister, you'll just make him mad." Juron called back, "besides, your makeup's running from being so angry. Might want to fix that before you step foot outside."

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Re: Norwegian Nights
« Reply #2 on: January 28, 2010, 04:16:46 PM »
Sometimes, Tomas couldn't stand listening to the pair of them bickering.  Having one Bratthen working here was bad enough.  But when both of them felt the other's presence, that's when the volume rocketed.  Time-after-time, they shouted and said bad things to the other.  Why couldn't they get along?  What was wrong with them?  It was like a competition, to see what one could get the final word, the last cheap dig at the other.  And Tomas was fed up with it.  But neither would resign, and he couldn't get rid of them.  Damn girls.

Later that night, the sisters were dropped off at the meeting point, where a squad of soldiers were checking their weapons and supplies for the journey ahead.  The man in charge of the squad was a Russian named Sgt. Berezutskiy, explaining what was going to be happening.  The platoon were travelling south by truck, towards Oslo where they would board a plane travelling to Denmark.  From there, it would be south to Belgium, where the fighting was taking place.

Along the way, he warned of the danger of the Norwegian resistance, which hadn't quite accepted the Russian's rule.  Bombs, the occasional fire-fight and explosion were common occurrences, but never really successful.  Put it this way, for every resistance fighter; Russia could throw 10,000 men at him.  "You're tagging along with us, not fighting.  So if anything happens, take cover and stay there until we say it's safe.  And don't go wandering off.  I'm not having one of us chasing after you if you decide you get bored."

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Re: Norwegian Nights
« Reply #3 on: January 28, 2010, 04:35:39 PM »
When they had arrived, Jadeith's eyes had never really left the men that were around the two. She smiled at each, batting an eyelash at those who met her gaze and giggled, whenever one smiled back at her. It caused Juron to feel rather irritated, and almost like she was babysitting the girl who couldn't keep her damn hormones in check.

They had met up with Sergeant Berezutskiy, introducing themselves and listened as he explained, and described what the journey had in store for the two of them, and everyone else.

Jadeith rolled her eyes at the man, popping her gum after he spoke. "Stop that," Juron hissed, elbowing her sister in the side. Jadeith frowned, turning her head to pop her gum right in her sister face, making Juron shove her away with her hand.

"You dont' have to worry about that," Juron said forcing a smile as if her sisters interuption never happened. "We're not really ones for ah... getting in the way and making things bigger than they need to be."

"Speak for yourself." Jadeith muttered under her breath, receiving a glare from her sister who turned back to the Sergeant. It was the reason why Juron had insisted that her, and Jadeith stay in civies, instead of dressing up to look like one of them... less of a chance to be shot at.

"That wont be a problem sir, my co-worker and I, know how to stay out of trouble. It'll be like.. we're not even there!" Juron said, grabbing the small compact mirror from her sister who was now trying to re-apply her soft pink lipstick infront of the man.

"Hey!"

Juron flashed a smile at the Sergeant again, stuffing the compact into her own bag. "Are we set then?"

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Re: Norwegian Nights
« Reply #4 on: January 28, 2010, 07:17:45 PM »
"We're set.  Just hop in to the back of that truck over there and we'll be on our way."  Berezutskiy indicated with a bandaged hand what truck he was talking about.  He had made sure that the vehicle they would be travelling in would consist of only himself and the two girls, so that they wouldn't be chatted up by numerous men.  By the looks of things, the younger one of the two seemed to be in the mood for showing herself off to what ever pair of male eyes she could.  Berezutskiy was a man in his early 30s, one of those types that looked like he had fought a good number of times.  But he wasn't your clich

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Re: Norwegian Nights
« Reply #5 on: January 28, 2010, 08:56:05 PM »
Moving into the back of the truck, Juron sat there, writing on a little pad she always kept out, while the rest of her things were set away nicely in her bag that rested at her feet. Jadeith on the other hand... well, everytime a Russian soldier walked by, she always seemed to make a comment, sound or movement trying to catch their eyes.

"Oops!" Jadeith giggled, dropping her jacket outside the truck, into the pathway of any soldier that had to walk by.

"Jadeith!" Juron snapped, placing her notepad down and jumping out of the truck to pick up her sisters jacket, apologizing to the soldier who ended up having to walk around her before she climbed back in. Throwing the jacket at her sister she sat back down, picking the pad up. "Stop it! We're not here to get friendly with them like you keep thinking! Grow up."

Jadeith stuck her tongue out at her sister, slouching with her arms crossed, holding her jacket to her. "Someone needs to get laid." She grumbled.

Huffing heavily, Juron flipped her hair out of her face, ignoring her sisters comment, quite releived when the Sergeant came back, knowing her sisters idiotic words would finally come to a small halt.

Jadeith laughed at the Sergeants story, it coming out more as a flirtatious giggle than anything. "Oh that silly, silly man! I wonder how he didn't notice the difference! Wouldn't there have been a picture?"

Juron's hand stilled on the pad she had yet to put down, "do you even know what an AT grenade looks like, Jadeith? Stop sounding like you know what you're talking about." She snapped without even looking up.

Jadeith rolled her eyes and leaned forward, placing her hand near her mouth and whispered past it to the man sitting across from her. "Don't mind her, she just hasn't gotten laid in awhile." She giggled when Juron's foot made contact with the side of her leg.

Few hours later, after the two girls had fallen asleep much to Sergeant Berezutskiy's luck Juron was gathering her things at their momentary stop to go and interview someone named Mikhail Kirechenko. Pulling out her small tape recorder, she hopped out of the truck, only to nearly walk into her sister, who had her camera out around her neck. If it hadn't been so big and professional looking, she would have been mistaken for a crazy tourist.

"What do you think you're doing?"

"Coming with you, of course! Gotta get some good shots," Jadeith raised the camera to the level of her eyes, mimicking taking a picture, "of the soldiers. Why do you think Tomas made me come with you?"

Juron brushed past her, keeping her back tight to her side, "You're not coming with me. You're going to wait here."

"Hey!" Jadeith shouted, causing a few eyes to turn to them. "You can't tell me whether or not I'm coming with you! If I say I'm coming! I'm coming!"

Juron froze in her place, tilting her head back towards Jadeith with a small, very small smile on her lips. "Oh, I bet you are. Most action you've received since we headed out here, eh?"

Jadeith flushed, and stalked off after her sister as she walked away, ignoring the laughter that rose around the two Norwegian women.

"Excuse me," Jadeith sang as she pushed her way infront of Juron who had stopped infront of a tall, sandy haired soldier. "Is your name Mikhail Kirechenko? My sister and I are here to make every fantasy you ever dreamed of come true!"

"Jadeith!" Juron hissed, pulling her sister away and telling her to shush. "Don't mind her she's a little... stupid around soldier men." She said to the man, pulling the small compact mirror out of her bag that she had taken from her sister earlier. Turning, she tossed it a good distance away causing Jadeith to scream and clutch her camera to her chest as she ran after it.

"Juron! Do you know where I got that from!"

"Like I care," Juron muttered, watching her sister go after it. Turning, she gave a small, confident smile to the man. "Mind if I ask you a few questions? I guess it's kind of obvious, I'm the journalist travelling with you guys."

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Re: Norwegian Nights
« Reply #6 on: January 29, 2010, 12:41:00 PM »
The Russian was in the middle of helping fix a tank when the journalist and the photographer came up to him.  "Yeah, I'm him.  I guess you're the pretty girls that are gonna be taking my picture and pasting my little story in the 'paper, huh?  Well, just let me finish up what I'm doing and I'll be right with you."  His jumpsuit was stained with oil and smudged hand prints, a large spanner in his palm, grinding away at something underneath the front of the armour.  The Engineer wasn't part of the tank crew himself, but he'd proved he was the best at repairing something in his entire platoon.  What would they do without him?

This here is Lieutenant Mikhail Vassily Kirechenko, a man born in the last carriage of a midnight train that had broken down in the Kurskaya metro station.  He was the only known survivor of the infamous "Station-42" disaster in the Ural mountains many years ago.  Mikhail was pestered by high-ranking officials to find out what exactly happened there, but he kept quiet and transferred to the 351. Infantry as a platoon leader.

His first action was along the Norwegian-Finnish border, where the heaviest fighting of the opening day took place.  With some good leadership skills -- well that's what he claims anyway, more people will tell you it's probably down to luck -- his platoon took very little casualties, and continued advancing for a week until they were allowed some decent rest.

It wasn't until four days ago, when a sudden counter attack by a well-organised resistance force took a nearby town by surprise, that Mikhail got his recognition.  With his own men surprised and ill-prepared for the attack, the Russian Lieutenant retreated to the church in the centre of the village and held off about twenty soldiers by himself, using only a handgun and some grenades.


"Managed to get a few headshots as well.  Extra points for me."  Mikhail had his AK-74 resting on his shoulder, the other hand by his side, every so often watching the aircraft flying in the sky above them.  "And that's why I'm the hero."

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Re: Norwegian Nights
« Reply #7 on: January 29, 2010, 01:29:58 PM »
"Interesting..." Juron's pen stilled on the paper, and Jadeith, who had actually managed to sit quietly after she returned from fetching her compact looked down at her sisters hand, as it began to tremble slightly.

"Juron.." she warned in a hushed whisper.

"So, you think that because you managed to shoot a few people in the head, you're a hero? Regardless of everything else and your string of luck, shooting a few and making their brains bleed out makes you a hero... because what? That's such a hard shot to pull off?"

Jadeith sighed, instantly interested in the camera that sat in her lap. She was going to get them in troooouble.

"What gives you the complete right, to say that makes you a hero? Are you saying that if I managed that, shot you, and a few of your fucking soldier buddies in the head, that would make me a hero? Oh no, that's right. It wouldn't. Because I'm a Norwegian, and my people are the enemy because you all decided so!"

Standing, Juron shoved her things into her bag and slung it over her shoulder, the bag hitting her sister in the arm as she stormed off.

Jadeith sighed, watching her sister walk away and turned to smile at Mikhail, raising her camera. "So... how about a few more shots?"

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Re: Norwegian Nights
« Reply #8 on: January 29, 2010, 01:41:02 PM »
Mikhail was blissfully unaware that the woman in front of him -- well, the one that was writing all of this down -- was building up inside.  And when she stormed off, after her angry rant, he just raised his eyebrows and shrugged his shoulders.  "What's her problem?  Thought she was here to tell me 'well done' and 'congratulations on the many kills'."  Mikhail said to the remaining journalist, the one with the camera.  He wasn't aware that they were sisters, although to be fair, they did act like they had a bit of sibling rivalry between them.

"Pictures?  You're not gonna take them back to your dark room and paint moustaches on them before they go to the press, are you?"  The Russian asked, already thinking about leaving.  Couldn't they have sent down a journalist that actually liked the story he had to tell, rather than one that was going to shout at him and go off in the huff?

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Re: Norwegian Nights
« Reply #9 on: January 29, 2010, 01:45:59 PM »
Jadeith smiled and rose from where she sat walking towards him and tilted his head back with her finger under his chin, winking. "Oh, I was thinking of these being more of a... personal photo collection. If you get what I mean? It would be awefully terrible for me to go home in the end with nothing to remember your gorgeous eyes by. Wouldn't you say?"

She lowered her mouth down to his ear, gently nibbling on his earlobe before her voice whispered in, "I've already got enough good shots for the newspaper and my boss to be happy with. Besides... it's the least I could do for my sister attacking you like that."

Straightening up, Jadeith turned her head to look off in the direction Juron had gone and shook her head. For as big and mature as she acted, she sure didn't know how to keep her temper in check when it was needed. She wouldn't be surprised if it managed to get the two of them in a lot of trouble, and left in a ditch.

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Re: Norwegian Nights
« Reply #10 on: January 29, 2010, 01:57:03 PM »
A personal photograph collection?  Well, Mikhail was starting to think that he had a favourite out of the two Norwegians that had been sent down here.  And it just so happened to be the pretty one as well, unlike the interviewer that was a little funny looking.  Was it her eyes?  They looked a little far apart for his liking.  But not Jadeith.  Was that her name?  Jadeith?  Yeah, that was it.  Mikhail indicated towards a building which he knew had been evacuated a little while ago, locking the door behind him when Jadeith stepped inside.  "I guess this is a little more private.  For your... personal photos.  Maybe you should tell your sister to calm down a little.  That temper of hers is gonna get her in trouble."

It was warm in here.  Either that, or Mikhail was just taking his shirt off for the hell of it.  Underneath the piece of clothing was a T-shirt, however, so he wasn't completely naked on top.  Just his arms.  Those hairy, hairy arms.  "Where'd you want me?  On the bed?  By the window?"  They had plenty of time before the convoy began moving again, so a little private session wouldn't need to be rushed.

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« Reply #11 on: January 29, 2010, 02:06:52 PM »
Jadeith's eyes lingered over his body as he revealed the tee underneith. She bit her lips to keep herself from smiling and reached into her bag for a different lense, deciding since they were inside, it would be best to change it. "Have we got time for both?" She looked up at him from under her lashes, unable to stop the smile this time. He really was gorgeous and she couldn't help it. Ooh if only her sister knew! She would probably blow her head right off!

Raising the camera up to the level of her eyes, she looked at him through the camera, adjusting it until he was no longer blurry and snapped a shot. Her 'before' photo, she would call it. "Lets start over on the bed..." she licked her lips slowly a twinkle forming in her eyes. If she had her way, the light reflecting through the window onto him in the end would be a perfect ending.

Making her way towards the bed, Jadeith looked down at it, and made a face at the dust that seemed to have settled upon it. Her gaze drifted back to the man who had entered the building with her, and she decided a little dust was worth it.

"You don't mind, do you?"

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« Reply #12 on: January 29, 2010, 02:19:43 PM »
Kirechenko sat on the bed, his legs dangling off the side, palms placed on the duvet on top of it.  "Hey, I've sat in worse than this.  A little dust isn't gonna bother me."  It was true.  When you're out on the battlefield, you're covered in all sorts of things.  Dirt.  Blood.  Water.  And here he was, in a dry room with some dust on a bed.  This was as good as it was going to get for him.  "So how'd you want me?  Want a little fancy pose, a wee cheeky grin or just me lying down, pretending to have a nice, relaxing sleep?"

Mikhail wasn't going to lie, he didn't have a single idea about modelling.  Sure, it wasn't a professional model shoot, and he had an attractive girl taking pictures of him for her to keep.  It was just a shame that she would be leaving the soldiers soon, that her and her sister would be going somewhere else, and it'd be the last time he'd see them.  Better make the most of their night together then.

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Re: Norwegian Nights
« Reply #13 on: January 29, 2010, 02:50:39 PM »
Jadeith crawled across the bed to him, placing the camera gently on the side as she went towards Mikhail, pushing him down onto his back before stradling him, and kissing him gently on the lips. "We'll worry about that in a little bit."

A few hours later, Jadeith had taken as many photo's of Mikhail as her little heart had desired, and managed to find somewhere dark enough to get them developed. She had enjoyed ever little minute that it took for her to take them, and the effort she put into receiving such amazing shots. Unfortunatly for her...

Juron now sat inside the truck with the photo's looking through what she had only thought to be a few 'professional' shots but was completely shocked to discover that that hadn't been all her sister had taken! Shot after shot of the man she had interviewed half naked, naked posing! On a bed, infront of a window. She could see the sweat still on his body and she stood quickly, knocking her things onto the ground before she jumped out to go find her sister.

"What is this?" Juron snapped, finding her sister sitting with another soldier, taking a picture of him and his friend in a happy pose.

"I'm busy Juron, can't it wait?" Jadeith said, playing with the camera to get the lighting under control.

"No, it can't wait!" Juron dropped the pictures down infront of her, causing Jadeith's gaze to drop down casually and see a grinning Mikhail looking back up at her.

"Where..."

"You didn't do a very good job of hiding them, if you didn't want me to see them." Juron all but growled, glancing up at the men who stood there suddenly looking awkward. "Sorry boys, but my sister's done here for right now." Grabbing her sister's arm she pulled her up and away, Jadeith objecting the whole way as she reached for the photo's.

"What on bloody hell, do you think you're doing?" Jadeith snapped, pulling herself out of Juron's grasp.

"Me? You're the one sleeping with these men!" Juron said snatching the pictures out of the other womans grasp and waving them infront of her face. "You could get them in trouble if someone found out! Why can't you just for once think with your head and not with your hormones! We're not here to sleep around like you seem to think!"

Jadeith rolled her eyes, playing with the camera. She didn't like it when they had this fight. She didn't care, but she didn't like it and suddenly it felt weird to just stand there, and she needed something to do with her hands. "Just because I got to him first.."

"That isn't the point! I--"

"Ah ha! So I was right!" Jadeith cut in jabbing a finger into her sisters chest. "You're just mad because I got to him first, and instead of you who went off in a complete huff--"

Juron grabbed her sister by the shirt and dragged her closer, their faces inches apart, her words coming out through clenched teeth. "That isn't what I meant, and you know it Jadeith Amber Bratthen."

"Ooh, so you're using my full name now? Does that mean the big sister's pulled out and I'm going to get a spanking?"

Juron pushed her sister away, throwing the pictures onto the ground at Jadeith's feet. "Fuck this up, and I'm leaving you on your own."

"Me?! You're the one that let it be known how you disagree with the Commies being here!" Jadeith shouted after her sister who once again, was found walking away. "Where are you going!?"

"To speak with the Sergeant about not being stuck around you, for the rest of the way."

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« Reply #14 on: January 29, 2010, 03:28:18 PM »
Kirechenko had heard that Juron was might pissed.  Now, the guy wasn't exactly your scared little soldier boy, but he really couldn't be bothered with another one of her lectures.  Like, the woman was chancing her luck, coming all the way down here and then telling him how she hated all these communists that were in her country.  You didn't like it, hen?  Then should have picked up a gun and fought them yourself.  Maybe you could have stopped the entire Soviet invasion, but we'll never know.  Because she was too scared to do anything about it.  Hiding in her office, waiting to hit someone over the head with her type-writer.

Sergeant Berezutskiy had also been pre-warned about Juron's behaviour, that he wasn't to say anything she might take a little badly.  The trucks were already packed, and ready to go on their fantastic voyage down south to Oslo.  It wouldn't take long, and Berezutskiy was grateful for that.  By the sounds of it, the faster they dumped the girls, the better.  Well, maybe not Jadeith, because she seemed to be making the soldiers happy with her presence.  OK, OK.  So then they could just dump Juron and they'd be all hunky dory.

Juron got her wish.  Jadeith was put in to a separate truck from her sister, and everything seemed to go by peacefully.  Sure, the young photographer ended up travelling with seven other guys, and that meant there was lots of fun and hilarity in the back of their vehicle.  Flashes from the camera, clicks of the lenses, laughing, posing, cuddling.  Jadeith sure raised morale alright!

A few hours later, the trucks stopped, and someone came in to tell the Sergeant why.  "Seems like there's a blockage in the road.  Some of the guys are trying to get it clear but... something big happened here.  Dead bodies everywhere."  The young man turned to the woman in the truck.  "Might want to come out as well, quite a story this'll be."  As Berezutskiy jumped out and walked to the front truck, the sight in front of him was horrible.  43 dead bodies.  Women and children included.  Shot to pieces, lying on the road in a large pile.  The Soviets had done it, without a doubt.  And every one of the corpses was a Norwegian.

Berezutskiy just stood there.

Not cheering.  Not gloating.

It was disgusting.

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« Reply #15 on: January 29, 2010, 03:44:52 PM »
Juron came up behind him, staring at the mass pile of bodies. The blood, the empty stares. The blood... Juron felt like she was going to be sick. Her sisters head poked out around the truck that she had been put in and jumped out without thinking running to her sister. "Juron!"

Reaching her sister, she took her hands from behind as the pen in her hand dropped to her feet and she collapsed to the ground, her sister easing her down the best she could as she broke into a fit of uncontrolled sobs. Her sister held her, stroking her hair and whispering calm words into her ear. "It's okay. It's okay, you're okay."

Juron clutched at her sisters shirt, her tears soaking the fabric as she cried. She couldn't believe it. The scene was just too horrible. She could even smell the spill of blood in the air from where she had stood and she hadn't even gone very close. Sometimes Juron hated her job. Sometimes she could bite her tongue and do as she was told even if she didn't agree with it, but that...

"Come on, lets get you back in the truck. You don't have to write the story, I will. It's okay." Jadeith cooed, pulling her older sister up to her feet. "Can someone help me get her back inside?" She shouted out, looking around for any of the men to help her.

Back in the truck, Jadeith took a small pad from her sister and pulled the voice recorder out of Juron's tight fingers, placing her back in its place to help with the shaking. "It's going to be okay, Juron. Just stay here with the guys and I'll go deal with this. You don't have to."

"They're going to send me home.." Juron whispered, tears dripping down off her chin.

"No they're not. Anyone would have the same reaction." Jadeith whispered in reply, tucking a strand of her sisters hair back behind her ear.

Slipping out of the truck Jadeith returned to Sergeant Berezutskiy's side looking at what had upset her sister so. "Do you... should I take a photograph of that?"

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Re: Norwegian Nights
« Reply #16 on: January 29, 2010, 03:55:00 PM »
Berezutskiy was the one that helped Juron back in to the truck, but he didn't stay there long.  Instead, he allowed the two Bratthen girls to talk to each other in privacy before deciding on whether they should stay in the truck, or go out to report on the scene in front of them.  It was too big a thing not to report on it.  Of course, the Soviet Union would want to talk about victory, try to twist the words to make it out that the Norwegians lying here deserved to be dead.  This wasn't victory.  This was needless violence.  Berezutskiy wanted to know why these people had to die.  They didn't look to be rebels or resistance, just ordinary civilians that were trying to get on with their life.  But the entire village had been destroyed, and the burned-down buildings were indications of that.

"Weirzbowski, who came through here before us?"

"Umm..." Began the young radio operator, searching through maps and order of battles that he held in his hand.  "...I think it was the 8-oh-8.  Yeah, it was.  Must have been them."

Berezutskiy was aware that Jadeith had returned from the truck, and was more sensible and calm that she had been previously.  "Yeah.  I think you should.  Let the country know what's happened here.  It don't matter how they word it.  A picture tells it's own story without words of propaganda."

The Sergeant crouched down near the body of a young child, couldn't have been any older than 8 or 10.  What had he done to deserve this?  This death?  He wasn't a soldier, wasn't a threat.  The 808th were monsters.  But he knew that their superiors would be congratulating them for it.  Berezutskiy didn't like the job, but he had to clear the path to get through.  Ample time was given for Jadeith to take pictures, while the soldiers cleared the way for the trucks to pass.  The stench.  The presence of flies, and disease.  Dark red.  Death.  It made him dizzy.


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Re: Norwegian Nights
« Reply #17 on: January 29, 2010, 04:14:35 PM »
Jadeith nodded and pocketed her sisters things before wiping her sweaty palms on her jeans and picking up her camera. Taking in a deep breath she began the terrible task of photographing the destruction, the uneeded death of these poor people that lay before them. She understood why her sister broke down, but she knew that the best option was to keep strong for the both of them. Much as her and Juro argued and didn't agree with one another, they understood the pain of loss and the weakness's of one another.

Finished with taking the pictures Jadeith helped the men move the bodies out of their path, keeping her eyes off each of their faces. As long as she didn't look, she wouldn't think. She wouldn't wonder what they had been doing. The fear that must have struck them knowing they were going to die. The laughter and joy that had been plucked from their souls at the hands of monsters.

Standing, Jadeith wiped a smear of blood across her jeans and her eyes fell on a teddy bear missing a black beaded eye. Walking to it, she crouched to scoop it up and straightened herself, the teddy in her hands as she looked around at the men who her and her sister had traveled with for such a short time so far. Seeing this, and hearing the stories that the other men had shared... the expression upon Berezutskiy's face when he saw this made Jadeith understand two things. One, these men whom she knew were not the kind of people that had caused the display on the pictures waiting to be developed. They were above that. And two, if she ever ran into these 8-oh-8 men she was going to pay them back in whatever way she could.

"Sergeant Berezutskiy... just out of curiousity," Jadeith said walking towards the older man, the bear still in her clutches, "you wouldn't know whether or not... Juron and I are to be joining these... men, do you? Because... if we are, I would like to request we continue on with you. I'm sure you can understand us joining them... would not be a good idea.
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Re: Norwegian Nights
« Reply #18 on: January 29, 2010, 05:06:05 PM »
Weirzbowski looked through the mission description, which described where the platoon would be taking Juron and Jadeith to.  The Oslo airfield, where they'd be boarding an aircraft towards mainland Europe.  However, there didn't seem to be any mention of what group of soldiers they would be linking up with, so it could really have been anyone in the Red Army.  "Don't worry, I don't think you'll be joining up with them.  If you are, I'm sure you can stay with us."  Weirzbowski said, shoving the documents back in to his backpack.

By now, the road was clear.  Their hands were filthy and stunk, but it was better than having the trucks driving over the numerous dead bodies, like speed bumps.  Berezutskiy made sure that Juron was still OK, before the vehicles began to roll.  He guessed that Jadeith would be travelling with Juron on the final leg of the journey, just as support.  She didn't look too good still.  When the engines began rumbling again, and the handbrakes were released -- Berezutskiy rested his head back against the interior and spread his legs open.  "Where'd you get the teddy?  Find it back there?"

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Re: Norwegian Nights
« Reply #19 on: January 29, 2010, 05:22:40 PM »
Jadeith nodded her head, glancing over at Juron who just sat silently, staring at the ground. She had finally stopped crying but had yet to say something. When asked if she was going to be all right all she did was nodd her head.

"Yeah, found it after I helped move a..." She didn't really want to bring up the little girl that had been laying ontop of it, almost in a way of protecting the stuffed toy from the battle around it. "I couldn't help but take it. As a reminder. A sick, unsettling reminder of what can sometimes become. Sometimes pictures just aren't enough, you know?"

Looking down at the bear she smothed down its soft fur, giving a small smile at it's one eyed face. The lone survivor. That's what she'd call him.

"I want to thank you for letting my sister and I travel with you and your men... learn something or another and get some good stories." She smiled at the Sergeant showing her row of white teeth. "It beats sitting behind a desk back at the company."

Juron made a soft sound, and Jadeith turned to look at her, seeing that the woman had fallen into a light sleep. Her chest, rising and falling ever so slowly. "I ah... I also want to thank you for being so understanding with my sister. Juron's a strong girl, and I admire her as much as we also do fight, as you've noticed. But in the beginning, she ended up losing her fiance in the same was as what we just left... they were suppose to be married 3 weeks ago. But I think.. maybe now she wont hold a grudge against every Soviet that comes across her path. There is a difference between your men, and those that had done that, and I know that she's noticed."

Changing the subject, Jadeith picked up her sisters voice recorder and pressed the record button, smiling at Berezutskiy. "So, seeing as our remaining time is now limited, any final words that you'd like the people of Norway, Resistance and Soviet alike, to know?"

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Re: Norwegian Nights
« Reply #20 on: January 29, 2010, 05:56:13 PM »
The Sergeant looked towards the tape recorder, the machine inside was spinning and listening to any sounds that were made, whether it be voices or the background around it.  "Yeah."  Berezutskiy spoke, looking out the back of the truck to the thin trail of smoke that was joining up with the clouds in the distance.  "Let's hope this war finishes quick and painless.  I don't wanna be shooting folk for the rest of my life."  His final words were short, brief, but it summed up the views for a lot of the soldiers on the Soviet side.  They didn't want to be fighting for any longer, they didn't want to be wondering if they'd be alive the next day, or if they'd be coming across another sight like that again.

The truck stopped for a minute to gain access to the airfield, the entire compound protected by a thin, wire fence with barbed wire on top.  Once the papers and identification were sorted, the gates opened and the the tyres rolled forward a few hundred yards to the transport plane waiting on the runway.  "That's your ride."  Indicated Berezutskiy, climbing off first then helping the Norwegian women with their stuff.  "The journey's only for a few hours.  After that, you can enjoy the Danish countryside.  Hope you's stay safe, I wanna be seeing your names in the paper for years to come."

His smile was cut short.

A loud explosion at the wire gate.

"What the hell is that?"  He asked, turning around towards the scene of the incident.  A burning car had crashed through the gate and gunfire could be heard.  "It's an attack!  Get on the plane!  Now!  Hurry!"  Berezutskiy didn't waste any time in shoving the girls towards the open door, grabbing his assault rifle in the process to fire towards the Norwegian attackers.  With the aircraft boasting the Soviet Union's emblem on the outer shell, the girls would themselves under attack too.  The pilot was stuggling to get the plane started.  They had to take off as soon as possible!

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Re: Norwegian Nights
« Reply #21 on: January 29, 2010, 06:49:49 PM »
Jadeith smiled and turned the recorder off. That was all that needed to be said, really. It spoke more than a thousand words could, that simple one lined sentence. With a nod of her head, Jade placed it back into her sisters belongings, closing the bag up and sat back for the rest of the ride, her gaze on the bear she still had yet to put down out of reach. They were a nice group and Jadeith really hoped that each and every one of them survived this ordeal until the end.

Once they were inside the gates, Jadeith carefully shook Juron awake, careful not to startle her into awareness. The plane was a wonderful sight, although caused some worry to settle inside the younger woman as the climbed out of the truck, taking their bags from the Sergeant as he handed them out, helping Juron as she stepped down. They could still somehow manage back on the ground, before the expected time.. and not under happy circumstances either.

"You keep a watch on yourself," Jadeith said smiling at the man as they made their way towards the plane. "Perhaps, in the end a glimpse of you at a local coffee shop would be a nice surprise. A quick chat on the streets? You don't have to worry about us, we Bratthen's are hard as hell to take down."

Juron couldn't help but put a smile up at her sisters last words. She shook Sergeant Berezutskiy's hand, about to thank him for letting her interview him and his men when the explosion came. Both girls turned to look, shock reflecting off each their faces. They hurried onto the plane as Berezutskiy shoved them to get them going quicker and watched from the inside at the battle that was beginning on the airfield.

"We should help them." Jadeith whispered under her breath, looking over her sisters shoulder out the window.

"We can't help them Jadeith, we'll only get in the way."

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Re: Norwegian Nights
« Reply #22 on: January 29, 2010, 07:13:28 PM »
There were eight Norwegian resistance fighters in total.  Why they had decided to attack just now, and here, was unknown to Sergeant Berezutskiy and the others.  But they couldn't just tell them to stop firing, and ask.  No, they could wonder out the facts and reasons after they had driven these guys away!  The plane was still on the ground, and the engine wasn't starting.  Why hadn't they checked it was working earlier?  The pilot knew they had to leave soon, so why wait to turn the ignition on moments before they were leaving?  Ugh, some people!

The Sergeant ran across the runway and jumped in to the control tower, ascending the staircase and poking the barrel of his weapon out the window.  Three... six... nine bursts.  Save ammunition, don't just fire the whole magazine off at these eight guys.  They're too well hidden to take them all down at once.  "Weirzbowski, get on the radio.  We need reinforcements."

"They said we can't get any.  We gotta hold this place by ourselves!"

"You're kidding me on!"  Berezutskiy took his time, held his breath, and squeezed back twice, catching a Norwegian in the arm.  It wasn't good enough.  Injuring his arm still meant he was alive, and meant he could still fire back.

And then a magical sound.  The most wonderful sound he had heard all day.  The plane!  The engines had started!  The turbines moved, rotated, the wheels were spinning and the piece of junk was in the air!  Berezutskiy stopped firing and looked out the window.  They had got away safely.  The Norwegians tried to bring it down, but it was too far in the sky.

Juron and Jadeith were safe.

The plane had flown away.

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Re: Norwegian Nights
« Reply #23 on: January 29, 2010, 07:33:54 PM »
Both girls sat back in their seat, a sigh of relief escaping them as they made their way up into the air in the airplane. They had made it away from the firing bullets that lay below them. Jade couldn't help but wonder what the outcome in the end would be. How many Norwegians had shown up? She couldn't help but pray that Berezutskiy and his men would make it out okay.

The explosion of the control tower was heard over the roar of the engine and Jadeith snapped around in her seat to see the billowing smoke rising into the air. Had anyone been inside? She felt a hand touch hers, Juron's hand and she turned around in her seat, looking down at her lap.

"We put them behind us, in the past like we do with everything else." Juron whispered.

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Re: Norwegian Nights #2
« Reply #24 on: January 30, 2010, 01:36:05 PM »
Chapter II
Danish Islands

The transport aircraft travelled over the narrow strait between Norway and Denmark, the pilot and his co-pilot remaining in the cockpit for most of the journey.  Weather was fine, wind was calm, and it seemed to be a straight-forward flight for the two Norwegian girls.  The interior was completely bare of anything, other than the seats that sat against either side of the air-vehicle.  These planes were mostly used for cargo, and paratroopers, although the introduction of helicopters many years ago meant that role was slowly being phased out.  Yet the Soviet Union had still carried out one parachute attack during the Norwegian campaign, although it wasn't as successful as they had hoped.  It'd probably be a while before it was seen again.

"There's blankets in the cockpit, if you want some."  Mentioned the co-pilot, as he came back to check on the women.  "And some pillows as well, I think.  We shouldn't be too long now, Denmark's gonna be in our sights soon."  He was more relieved that there wasn't any damage to the aircraft, that they had escaped without a scratch was down to luck.  Even a tiny hole would have made things difficult.  "I'll tell you when we're about to -"

Bang!

No, it sounded more like Boom!

On second thoughts, I'll go back to Bang!

Something hit the left wing of the transport aircraft hard.  The machine was struggling, and the co-pilot raced back to his seat at the front of the plane.  "What happened?"

"We got a Canadian fighter on our tail.  He's getting ready to fire again.  Shit!  Shit!"  What was a NATO aircraft doing all the way out here?  No, that wasn't the question the co-pilot should be asking himself.  The more important question at this point was were they going to survive this thing!
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