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Red October Music

Baltic Fleet Naval Base, Kronstadt

Captain Kolkov looked out onto the rest of the Fleet and to the sea beyond. The Direcorate had no idea what would happen to these beautiful vessels, and that only the flagship, his ship, would survive. He was the best Naval Captain in the World, he was sure of it, with a military and strategic mind without parallel, which was so much the worse for Mother Russia.

Operation Clancy had been a complete success, three new Aircraft Carriers, twelve Cruisers, twenty Destroyers, five Battleships, but all of them would soon be at an end soon, the clock was ticking on their existance, and no-one but his crew knew it.

It was ironic, he thought, that soon Argentina would have the most advanced piece of Technology ever created, and that it would be one of their only naval ships, but where else was there to go? The Americans and Europeans would use it for their own means, Africa was torn up by the Imperialists, Asia was looming under the threat of war, Switzerland had no coastline, it had to be Latin America.

And to think that the Communists had no idea about what was going on! Comrade Stalin liked to know everything that happened, but he knew so little. In reality, the Directorate controlled everything and Stalin, well he was their little puppet. Stalin would be informed that the Baltic Fleet was to be going on a "training exercise", while that was partly true, they were to be testing the greatest invention of all time, one that would win this war against the West once and for all!

Or so the Directorate thought. It was time. Time indeed.
 
So thats what that picture was for in the Poolside bar.... Anyhoo, nice start.
 
Yep. Of course you'll be the first to know what I post, like I do for SSOB.
 
Soviet Military Base RN-101 Verkhoyansk Mountain Range, August 1929

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Robert Dyson was to be recognised as one of the greatest minds in history due to his work with the Soviet Military


There he was. Novikov shuddered in his mere presence. He hoped that the damn scientist would be transferred to RN-427 near Murmansk to work on the Navy's sonar project, that would be far away enough, but no, he had to see it in action.

Dyson ambled over to his invention and patted it quickly, making everyone jump. The other scientists called him "Ivan" after the Terrible, and Novikov was in no position to disagree. He was incessantly demanding of him, the Base Commander, if he didn't have his tea with two sugars (put in first, naturally) and milk he would go ballistic, if he ran out of tobacco for his pipe he would refuse to work until everyone else had to sacrifice their tobacco, and so on.

"There, let's get this show on the road, chaps!" He didn't even have the decency to learn Russian, not for the scientists sake of course, but for his. Novikov and Dyson were from two different worlds, Dyson was British, Novikov Russian. Dyson had defected from his homeland, Novikov was a Patriot. Dyson was an intellectual, Novikov was a Soldier. The only reason he was still alive was that no-one else but Comrade Stalin had personally ordered that he worked on Project "Kronos".

After Dyson's comment had been translated by a helpful aide, Novikov obliged to his request and bellowed in a loud voice "KORKOLOV!" and the young soldier appeared. Korkolov, so young and naive, more of a liability than an asset to Mother Russia since he almost killed several people in the base and delayed the project by six months when he used grenades and a string of wire to catch rats that were gnawing on the wires.

"I will serve Stalin willfully, Comrade Novikov!" Novikov smiled, he hadn't changed a bit since his last meeting. "Excellent, Comrade Korkolov. In a few moments time, you will appear right on this spot in time for the one hundreth anniversary of the October Revolution. November 7th 2017 to be precise. If you do not reappear here within five minuites, you will be assumed dead. Do you understand your Mission, Comrade?"

"Yes, Comrade Novikov!" He answered dutifully.
"Comrade Andrei Korkolov of the Red Army, you will make history. You will be the first Person in history to travel through time!"
"For Mother Russia!"

Korkolov sprinted up to the device, entered the time, and a fantastic blue wave that sparkled and shined engulfed him and most of the room. When it receeded, the soldier was gone.

"AMAZING I say! It actually WORKS! We can travel TIME! Do you know what this means NOVIKOV?!?!?!" Novikov turned and saw Dyson doing cartwheels in celebration and shouting jibberish at him.

"Should we not wait so see if he returns?" He retorted in impeccible English. He had been practising that one for months.
 
Time Machine! :confused: