1970: Black
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You frowned at the three Soviets, then sighed. "Well, if it's important, we should go quick, right?"
Lisa owned an entire media company. She could deal with the press.
Globetrotter inclined her head - and then red light flared out, and swept you away...
You, Rachel, Theo and the three Reds were all standing in a mountainous region that looked like it had once been a boarder between one country and another - you could see thanks to the boarder checkpoint and the highway that wound in and out of the passes. The only problem is the highway has been cut, completely in half, at the exact point on the map where you're sure the boarder is drawn...because someone has created a titanic black forcefield of irregular size that sweeps along the entire horizon. The outer edge follows the boarder precisely - meaning that it curves jaggedly along mountains, cuts along a river rather than across it, and then sweeps along a plain - but the upper edge of the field becomes more and more regular - more and more like a dome, until it finishes, almost as high up as Olympus Mons.
"It appeared here twenty four hours ago, no warning," Globetrotter said, quietly.
"Uh, question, Comrade..." Theo said. "The fuck is that?"
"Our backup, obviously," the old granny says, cheerfully.
The backup in question was barely visible from this distance. Theo had better eyes than you. Rachel whistled, quietly, shading her forehead with her hand as you stepped forward, some tiny pebbles sliding away under your feet.
The horizon has been crested by an army.
An army of houses.
An army of houses on chicken legs.
They're not cottages - er, at least, not all cottages. The majority of them looked more like garages where armored vehicles would be parked, with four stubby legs mounted on each of their corners, running in unison, churning up the flat plains that lead towards Russia. The cottages were interspsersed among them and the sound of their thundering feet began to reach you. In a shockingly short time, the cottages and the garages had reached a staging ground before the black dome and hunched down. The doors burst open and Soviet troops began to storm out of them. Each cottage had held an infantry squad - machine guns and rifles in their hands - while the garages opened and out came the tanks, their engines bursting with steam and smoke as a few of them trundled out of their garages before they had even fully lowered to the ground.
In less than ten minutes, a small city had sprung up along the boarder and vomited out the whole damn Red Army!
"Neat trick," Rachel says as you look at the old granny.
"And your name is..."
"Baba Yaga, of course," she says, her voice a creaky croak.
"Of course," you say, frowning. "So, you just mobilized your entire freaking army?"
Globetrotter looked confused. "Why would we not? This is a clear threat to our national sovereignty."
"You know the United States has satelites, right? They're going to see you mobilizing - shit, they're going to see THAT!" You thrust your palm at the legged cottages. "You know how much that is going to..." You shake your head. "You know what, nevermind, not important right now. What do we know about this big old orby thing?"
"It appeared at approximately 2400 hours on the 2nd - within a minute, it had entirely enclosed the Socialist Republic of Moldovia," Globetrotter said. "We have attempted to breach it, but my teleporting abilities...don't...go through." She frowned. "We have attempted limited forms of attack against it..." She nodded to the blond fellow. "Comrade-Lieutenant Mendeleev created detonations upon it, but none penetrated."
You nodded.
"And we did not wish to go to nuclear scale attacks, not without other options, as these are our citizens. Further...the open air test ban..." She trailed off. "Treaties." She waved her hand, faintly.
Rachel frowned slightly. "We might want to get Andy and Beta for this. Or Yiggy."
"That is the other thing," Globetrotter said. "Any thing flying overhead has been attacked."
"Oh great," you say.
"We have lost several planes," Globetrotter said, her voice grim.
You rub your palm along your chin, looking at the field of energy, your brows knitting - but the damn thing wasn't just...a wall. It was somehow...slippery, as if it was trying to hide its precise construction from your own perceptions. Your brow furrowed harder and you glared at it. Oh, okay, someone was definitely playing silly buggers. But you didn't need specific details like how it had been made or what it was constructed out of to know two very obvious facts.
This was a high tier threat.
"Has...have there been any demands?" Theo asks.
"No, there-"
A booming voice echoed from the wall of the dome - literally, the dome trembled and jounced, as if it was quivering...and thus, creating the voice, speaking out in an echoing rumble like the roar of a dark god. You had been studying Russian and Vietnamese over the past year - under Andy's tutelage, it hadn't even been that difficult. You just had had no idea that your first real world application of Russian wouldn't be, like, buying some apples or something from a Russian grocery store or something.
No.
It was understanding this.
"TREMBLE, MORTALS! KNOW ANY THAT ATTACK MY KINGDOM SHALL SUFFER ETERNALLY FOR THEIR TEMERITY, FOR I AM TCHERNOBOG, DARK GOD OF THESE LANDS, AND I SHALL BROOK NO INTERFERENCE."
You pursed your lips as the booming Russian continued to echo off the mountains.
Globetrotter gaped. Even Baba Yaga looked as if she had been faintly thrown off her game - before she began to burst out cackling.
"The cheek on this one! The absolute cheek!"
"Well, that does clear some things up," you say, quietly.
---
What is your initial plan?
[ ] Get the rest of the Nine here and try and blast a hole through with your physics fuckery. Or, heck, just throw a mountain at it.
[ ] Try something more subtle? Tori and Lisa working together as a sneaking in
[ ] Deescalate. Get the Red Army to back the fuck off and try talking to this...Tchernobog.
[ ] Write In
Lisa owned an entire media company. She could deal with the press.
Globetrotter inclined her head - and then red light flared out, and swept you away...
***
"Okay," you say, slowly, looking up and down and up and down again. "I can see why you needed help."
You, Rachel, Theo and the three Reds were all standing in a mountainous region that looked like it had once been a boarder between one country and another - you could see thanks to the boarder checkpoint and the highway that wound in and out of the passes. The only problem is the highway has been cut, completely in half, at the exact point on the map where you're sure the boarder is drawn...because someone has created a titanic black forcefield of irregular size that sweeps along the entire horizon. The outer edge follows the boarder precisely - meaning that it curves jaggedly along mountains, cuts along a river rather than across it, and then sweeps along a plain - but the upper edge of the field becomes more and more regular - more and more like a dome, until it finishes, almost as high up as Olympus Mons.
"It appeared here twenty four hours ago, no warning," Globetrotter said, quietly.
"Uh, question, Comrade..." Theo said. "The fuck is that?"
"Our backup, obviously," the old granny says, cheerfully.
The backup in question was barely visible from this distance. Theo had better eyes than you. Rachel whistled, quietly, shading her forehead with her hand as you stepped forward, some tiny pebbles sliding away under your feet.
The horizon has been crested by an army.
An army of houses.
An army of houses on chicken legs.
They're not cottages - er, at least, not all cottages. The majority of them looked more like garages where armored vehicles would be parked, with four stubby legs mounted on each of their corners, running in unison, churning up the flat plains that lead towards Russia. The cottages were interspsersed among them and the sound of their thundering feet began to reach you. In a shockingly short time, the cottages and the garages had reached a staging ground before the black dome and hunched down. The doors burst open and Soviet troops began to storm out of them. Each cottage had held an infantry squad - machine guns and rifles in their hands - while the garages opened and out came the tanks, their engines bursting with steam and smoke as a few of them trundled out of their garages before they had even fully lowered to the ground.
In less than ten minutes, a small city had sprung up along the boarder and vomited out the whole damn Red Army!
"Neat trick," Rachel says as you look at the old granny.
"And your name is..."
"Baba Yaga, of course," she says, her voice a creaky croak.
"Of course," you say, frowning. "So, you just mobilized your entire freaking army?"
Globetrotter looked confused. "Why would we not? This is a clear threat to our national sovereignty."
"You know the United States has satelites, right? They're going to see you mobilizing - shit, they're going to see THAT!" You thrust your palm at the legged cottages. "You know how much that is going to..." You shake your head. "You know what, nevermind, not important right now. What do we know about this big old orby thing?"
"It appeared at approximately 2400 hours on the 2nd - within a minute, it had entirely enclosed the Socialist Republic of Moldovia," Globetrotter said. "We have attempted to breach it, but my teleporting abilities...don't...go through." She frowned. "We have attempted limited forms of attack against it..." She nodded to the blond fellow. "Comrade-Lieutenant Mendeleev created detonations upon it, but none penetrated."
You nodded.
"And we did not wish to go to nuclear scale attacks, not without other options, as these are our citizens. Further...the open air test ban..." She trailed off. "Treaties." She waved her hand, faintly.
Rachel frowned slightly. "We might want to get Andy and Beta for this. Or Yiggy."
"That is the other thing," Globetrotter said. "Any thing flying overhead has been attacked."
"Oh great," you say.
"We have lost several planes," Globetrotter said, her voice grim.
You rub your palm along your chin, looking at the field of energy, your brows knitting - but the damn thing wasn't just...a wall. It was somehow...slippery, as if it was trying to hide its precise construction from your own perceptions. Your brow furrowed harder and you glared at it. Oh, okay, someone was definitely playing silly buggers. But you didn't need specific details like how it had been made or what it was constructed out of to know two very obvious facts.
This was a high tier threat.
"Has...have there been any demands?" Theo asks.
"No, there-"
A booming voice echoed from the wall of the dome - literally, the dome trembled and jounced, as if it was quivering...and thus, creating the voice, speaking out in an echoing rumble like the roar of a dark god. You had been studying Russian and Vietnamese over the past year - under Andy's tutelage, it hadn't even been that difficult. You just had had no idea that your first real world application of Russian wouldn't be, like, buying some apples or something from a Russian grocery store or something.
No.
It was understanding this.
"TREMBLE, MORTALS! KNOW ANY THAT ATTACK MY KINGDOM SHALL SUFFER ETERNALLY FOR THEIR TEMERITY, FOR I AM TCHERNOBOG, DARK GOD OF THESE LANDS, AND I SHALL BROOK NO INTERFERENCE."
You pursed your lips as the booming Russian continued to echo off the mountains.
Globetrotter gaped. Even Baba Yaga looked as if she had been faintly thrown off her game - before she began to burst out cackling.
"The cheek on this one! The absolute cheek!"
"Well, that does clear some things up," you say, quietly.
---
What is your initial plan?
[ ] Get the rest of the Nine here and try and blast a hole through with your physics fuckery. Or, heck, just throw a mountain at it.
[ ] Try something more subtle? Tori and Lisa working together as a sneaking in
[ ] Deescalate. Get the Red Army to back the fuck off and try talking to this...Tchernobog.
[ ] Write In