A radio flickered on. It pushed itself to turn on the flashlight and began to eeck out a sound


" Querido Che Guevara, plantamos la bandera..............................."


The wind blowed past and knocked the radio over, silencing it.


Alejandro looked over to the side of his chair.

" Damn radio, looks like its broken. Emilio! Get over here and help me fix this thing!"

Alejandro then grabbed the radio and slammed it back on to the table. He began loading cartridges into his AK-47. One of the few surviving original models from the Great War.

He took a bottle of Vodka from his left and popped open the cap. He started chugging it down, feeling it burn a little in his throat.

" Emilio, que pasa? What about that radio?"


There was silence


Alejandro jumped up from his chair and went back in the tent.


" Emilio?"

The sound of a cannon shell hit one of the other tents near Alejandro

He jumped down and hit the warm ground in an instant.

One of the others in the camp sounded the alarm


" The Americans are here, get ready!"

The sound of gunfire could be heard as Alejandro lifted himself up and looked at the dirt road. Almost a hazy image, he could see power armoured troops moving in, guns blazing.


" Muera carajos!"


Alejandro charged the group, along with a few other rebels. He stopped at a nearby tree and started climbing it. One of his other team-mates tried to climb but he was cut down by laser rifle fire.

" Francisco! Damn Gringos, prepare to die!"

Alejandro hoisted himself into one of the trees branches. He took aim at the power armoured figures and fired several shots


A rebel platoon started to charge the group, most of them getting cut down by laser rifle fire and mini gun fire.

One of them ran behind a tree only to get incinerated by a flamer unit


Alejandro took aim with his AK and started firing away at the American troops.

One of the troopers on the American side shot Alejandro in the side with a laser scorch .

Alejandro fell to the ground, amidst the chaos of American T-51b soldiers charging the camp

One of the troopers stepped over Alejandro and prepared to execute him

Alejandro pulled a grenade from his pocket and lifted the pin


" Viva la revolucion.."


The explosion caught the T-51b trooper, and engulfed him in flames. One of the shards of shrapnel pierced the lenses of the helmet and instantly killed the trooper.


The gunfire continued as the troopers marched onwards.


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What do you guys think so far?

Nice action so far. I'd like to see more

Havanna, Cuba


Lt. Mendez walked through the door, keeping on eye on the new recruits taking aim. Corporal Valdez saluted him.

" Sir, we have reports that one of our camps to the West have been taken by the oppressors"

Mendez frowned

" Any survivors?"

" None sir"

" As you were"


Mendez walked away from the shooting range. He walked through a few halls and entered into a small lobby. Entering through another door he sat down on his desk. Shifting through papers he found a certain paper that he remembered well.


Reporte del invasion imperialista

Reports of U.S troops have shifted the nation. It has been confirmed. Our worst fears are coming true, and the troopers have taken Villama city. We don't have much time. A government program has initiated and citizens are now being trained to fight for the flag. President Ceviche has already announced that Cuba is funding all its efforts into a coalition of scientists dedicated to an anti-ballistic defense system. Reports are coming in that the troopers the Americans have sent are under the command of a certain Colonel Martin Bowers. Efforts to eliminate him should be proceeded on as stated in the civil defense manual on guerilla tactics.

Special report: Launching

It has now been confirmed that the U.S has launched its nuclear arsenal towards China. Mexico launched its small arsenal towards Texas. China has reportedly blown into ash, the West coast of America. We detected several launches aimed towards Cuba. The initial anti-ballistic systems are turning the tide. The threat is over. The government is now taking the president underground. Plans dictated in the " Guerilla del pais" manual. The invading Americans have fortified the city, and are now............growing in numbers. The speculation of our lead tacticians is that the Americans are allowing romances between troops to bolster their numbers. The news is less than gratifying.

Mendez closed the file and tucked it into one of his file cabinets. 200 years and the enemy is still here.


Mendez left the room, checking out with his I.D tag, walking outside as the cars passed by.

" 200 years of nuclear warfare and we haven't noticed at all"

Mendez walked over to a telephone booth and dialed a number. The telephone vibrated until a voice responded

" Hola"

" Hey, Ricardo, how is it going?"

" Bien Mendez. How is the war-effort going?"

" Not good. Our rebel camp lost contact a few years ago. There are less reports coming in from Villama city through our contacts. Leyame, Cholemo, Paulo, all of them have dropped under the radar."

" I'll see what we can do. I have to go, Maria wants to go shop for some food, good-bye"

" See you later"

Mendez slammed the phone into the grip

" Damn bastards are getting smarter"

Mendez walked down the street, hoping that he would get a new intel report soon.

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Villama city


Paulo was shifting through the evidence files as he heard knocking on his door.

" This is the police, Colonel Bowers wants to talk with you, please open the do......"

Paulo lifted a revolver from his belt and fired into the door, red mist spraying out.

" Johnny, what the...?!"

Paulo opened his window and stared down the busy alleyways of troops patrolling the streets. He gulped then jumped, landing on the roof of a military cargo truck.

The truck hummed in a small lull before starting its engine. The truck moved and Paulo stared at the troopers, watching in amazement as he passed by

" Haha, nunca!"

Paulo looked through the back window as the driver was listening to a broadcast from the portable radio in the seat next to him.

He drew out his revolver and shot the driver, spraying red all over the back.

Paulo felt dizzy as the truck spinned out of control, crashing into a nearby lamp post. He crawled out as he saw the flames emitting from the truck. Finding out there was no hope in escaping, Paulo pulled his revolver and aimed at the gas tank. He pulled the trigger and screamed slightly as he and the documents were burned.

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So far, what do you guys think, come on, tell me?

just to make sure this is set after the bombs fell, kinda confused other than that very good

Everyone seems to die in this o_O
But I like it, do go on

I felt like I found a theme song for this fan-fic.


Here is the link

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=entxRuZwaUY&feature=channel_page


Oh, and yes, this does take place after the bombs fell.

All will be explained..

Villama city


Colonel Bowers past by the mechanical door and stepped in front of his SIC, Major Johnson

" Johnson, give me an update on the current situation"


" Well sir, we had a unit dispatch a rebel camp in the jungle. Not much of value besides a few documents and raid plans. We still can't hit them hard enough. The riots are getting worse and we lost three officers. We should go back to the U.S and just restart. There's no point in continuing this war sir"

Colonel Bowers looked at Johnson with an angry face

" How dare you criticize our work here. Of all people you should know that our forces here are the last remnant of the good'ol USA and we can't fail. We're taking Cuba and we're going to win this war. I suggest you take a break and sort out that commie mind of yours"

Johnson looked down in a sad tone and walked away.

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Manuel was torching another molotov cocktail when another police van arrived, dropping off men in M.P uniforms. Villama city was theirs and they weren't going to give up easily.

" This is our city you bastards"

He charged the van and threw the cocktail, watching as it incinerated the men inside

One of them managed to get out and started firing into the crowd wildly.
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Bowman kept on firing as the crowd grew more intense. One of them threw a cocktail into the truck, setting his entire squad on fire.


" Get back!"


He lifted his R-91 up a little and started shooting into the front crowd.


" I said get back you lousy bastards!"


One of them ran up to him and stabbed him right in the stomach. He watched as the crowd broke through the barricades and started charging the officers behind him. His stomach belched out more of his own blood as one of the Cubans walked up to him and grabbed his rifle, then aimed it right at him.

" Viva la revolucion"

The last thing Johnson saw was a flash of blinding white light before fading away into darkness.

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Manuel continued charging the crowd as he picked up and assault rifle. One of the officers was standing there, dying. He immediately aimed it at the officer and shot without hesitation

" Viva la revolucion"

He ran towards the police H.Q in his district. More people began charging the H.Q when a missile came from one of the balconies, blasting apart seven of his compatriots

" Never again!"

Manuel hid behind one of the roadblocks. When the explosion finished, he took aim and fired the entire clip in his rifle at the officer. The man threw a cry of pain as he fell down to the sidewalk. More officers were being dragged out of the building and publicly executed.

" Viva cuba!"

Manuel went inside the building and started to help with the others inside. Dragging out one of the officers, he grinned as they laid him down in-front of the crowd

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Rick was screaming as the rebels began to drag him out of the building

" You're animals, the whole lot of you! Uncle Sam is going to kick your sorry ass's!

They threw him onto the pavement as one of the grinned and stepped forward

" You can't do this, I'm in the military, this isn't whats supposed to happen, you can't do this!"

His memories in life flew by him as his lifeless corpse tilted left and slumped into the ground

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Ok, more critics.


What do you guys think NOW that I have three chapters...............

OOC: RAR, come on, give some insight!



Eastern Jungles


Rodrigo went over to pick up a wrench. He then walked over to a old military truck and started making repairs.

" This should do it"

A friend of his came up from behind him


" Hey, hows it going, comarada!"

Rodrigo wiped the sweat from his face

" Nothing special. This damn truck the Americans had is a piece of junk. No working parts, we need to supply it ourselves. At least the armor plating is good."


" Well, its good enough. Get ready ,we're going to make a raid on the police H.Q in the Comal district. Get ready."

Rodrigo became filled with excitement

" Finally, some action!"

Rodrigo continued making repairs to the truck.

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Villama city

Colonel Bowers was overlooking the city in his fortified skyscraqer.


A man in power armor went through the door


" Colonel, we have reports that a rebel strike force is hitting the H.Q. They crashed a truck into the wall and are pouring in!"

" Damnit, then get to it! Send a small squad of PA's to finish'em off. Damn Cuban's wont give up"

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Rodrigo coughed as he jumped off the back of the truck. He loaded his AK with one cartridge then moved on into the base.


" Fire!" He heard as one of the rebels became gunned down in a flurry of shots.

Rodrigo took cover and started hiding. He peeked out of his cover. Only a few police inside. He jumped from his cover, screaming as he fired a flurry of bullets into two officers. He took cover again behind the stairwell.


The rebels charged upstairs, slaughtering anyone inside.


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OOC: GIVE ME SOME INSIGHT, RAR!

This is very well-written! Please continue. Like NOW.

OOC: Thanks Acidus, your skills in practically anything make me assure of my Fan fic. I'm still reading your fan fic man!


Prelude to the end


Rodrigo was climbing the stairs up to the roof. Then he heard a shout


" They have the power armoured bastards on our tail! Everyone take cover!"


Rodrigo's mission was to broadcast the signal that would liberate Villama city. All he needed was a small radio. He continued escalating the stairs when he found the body of a officer with a ham radio in hand. Rodrigo dropped his rifle and picked it up, lugging it to the roof.

Rodrigo sat down and began moving the indicator to his nations broadcast

" This is Rodrigo Gonzalez, and we have confirmation on el enemigo, send in the hellstorm, for our patriotism has paid off, Villama cities main outposts are gone, you can roll in commandante"

Rodrigo looked at the ground to see Power armoured troops marching towards the H.Q, riddling the building with bullets and laser scorches.

" Hay veinen!"

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Conrad continued marching through the streets of Villama city, firing on the Cuban rebels until he reached the main door.

" Tango H.Q entry gamma, charge!"

Conrad and the rest of his squad charged the building, getting hit by bullets from all their corners.

The squad simply charged up their weapons and wiped the men from the inside of the building

He then proceeded to the roof, where a Cuban rebel was broadcasting something

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Rodrigo looked at the power armoured troops as the general on the line confirmed the attack and prepared


" El fin ya viene! Estan muertos!"


Rodrigo decided it was more honorable to die as a Cuban and not a victim of war. He grabbed his pistol from its holster. Jutting his teeth.

" Los vere en el infierno!"

He pulled the trigger as the bullet splattered red onto the radio.

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Conrad watched as the rebel shot himself, splattering the radio with gore.

" What the hell did he say, someone who knows Spanish tell me!"

One of his squadmates stepped forward

" He said the end is near and we are dead, then he said see us in hell"

Conrad took of his helmet and threw it to the side


" I wonder what he meant by the end is ne......"


Conrad's response was cut short by the sight of Russian MIG-21's with the flag of Cuba painted on them.

" God-damnit"

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Julio Lopez was the pilot in lead of the squadron when he saw that the city of Villama was in sight. He adjusted his targeting sensors and began a long dive towards the Eastern police H.Q.

" Unleash hell on the oppressors!"

Julio locked on to his target as he dived, pulling the trigger, he unleashed a flurry of missiles and lead onto the H.Q

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Conrad watched as one of the planes in the sky dived down on his position and started firing a flurry of ordinance at him.

" [censored]!, GET DOWN!"

Conrad uselessly tried to take cover behind a small wall of sandbags as he felt the shocking power of the missiles hitting the roof, incinerating his squad into ashes. He looked up at the sky before getting torn to shreds by 20mm cannon fire.

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Julio followed the wing of his airmen, looking at the fortified skyscraqer of the general. He gave the order to fire again.

" All ordinance should be directed at that building, fire away, Viva la revolucion!"

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Colonel Bowers was staring at the front window, looking at the incoming planes, dropping his cigar onto the floor.



" Damn Cubans did it"

He walked away and went to his desk. Sitting down, he opened a desk drawer and pulled out his Smith and Wesson .44 Magnum.

Soon Colonel Johnson entered.

" Sir, what are you doing?"

" We lost the war John, you were right. I'm so sorry"

Bowers placed the magnum at his head, pulling the trigger slowly before immediately knocking his lifeless body to the floor.

Johnson looked at him in shock

" Colone.......l..........."


Johnson only felt a small feeling of sorry before being burned alive by the ordinance unloaded on the building


"Ahhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

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Julio Lopez looked at the building collapse, the fleeing officers running in fear from the jets

" Let the army have the fun for now"

Julio Lopez turned his jet along with the others towards Havanna, ready to spread the good news of the victory

He looked back one last time at Villama city, staring as teh Cuban military forces charged the city, firing wildy into the crowds of American troops, holding back despite the horrible odds, only to get torn down by a T-78 tank.

Julio smiled before flying off into the horizon with the rest of the air wing.

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The end of my RP

I hope some of you enjoyed it.

Come on folks!


Give me some crits.

Rohugh, anyone mind giving me some critique on my fan fic?


Come on, folks, I'm dying to hear your opinion on the story!

I have cake!

interesting reading this perspective.

Alot of line separation kinda had me wandering the page a bit...other than that great read! More please.

Good action and a unique story.

I have had a request to close this - but I am not going to. Oh the power of the moderators!!!!

It would be nice for the regulars, or occasional browsers, to add a little comment about any of the stories posted especially when someone has obviously taken time and effort to write a well thought out and interesting fan fiction. None of the writers here are looking for a series of posts just saying "great" or "keep going I luv it", they are trying to improve their writing style, grammar, layout, and sometimes their spelling. Remember also there are a number of members who don't have English as their first language so are looking to learn as bit more.

So come on lets have a bit of criticism, good or bad, positive or negative, as long as it's constructive.

As for me, I think it was well written but I found it confusing and had to keep going back to follow the plot.