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At the Center of History: USSR (frightorflight and RPG-Girl)

frightorflight

frightorflight

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Dec 15, 2015
March, 1938

The light filtered through the curtains and fell on your eyes. You were sitting in a very large bed of silk sheets and feather pillows. The room, ornately decorated, had a sense of antiquity about it. It appeared it had worked, you were in the Kremlin, having taken the place of the Soviet dictator. The wind faintly waved the curtains as it dipped through the window. There was a knock on the great Walnut door to your room.
"General Secretary. Your breakfast is ready, shall I bring it in. Said a clipped and almost prissy yes-man's voice. Now it was time to see if the technology that had sent you back in time had done the rest of what it was supposed to. It seemed to have, as you were not in your own cloths but inside a night gown, something old fashioned like what was worn in Europe in the 1930's. "General Secretary?"
 
Right away, she schools herself, keeping her expression calm, and her body language relaxed, even as she resisted the urge to chuckle. Oh, this was almost priceless, for how many have the benefit of a second chance? She did wonder, if she was going to be able to explain some of the sudden changes she would enact.... before lips curled in a bit of a smirk. She would use the Time Travel as the reason for the change, as Disaster fell on the Motherland, she was sent back, along with a trove of knowledge for how to correct the mistakes of the past. There were a great many things she would have to change, and she was unsure of just how great a window she would have to operate in.

Still, from this success, Alexandra Stalin would rise from the ashes, and assure her place in power. Still, there was work to do, a government to subsume, and assassination attempts to be on guard against. Still, as she would emerge from the bed, she would speak. "You may enter."
 
A thin, dark haired man in a flat green military uniform walked in. he placed a tray with tea, eggs, toast, bacon, a small glass of vodka, roasted mushrooms and potatoes. "The politburo members have arrived and will be waiting to meet with you at you're leisure. The war council is also requesting a meeting with you to voice concerns about the Germans. O, the British Ambassador also wishes to meet with you. Is there anything else you require ma'am?" he didn't seem to realize there was any difference. like you had always been the Stalin they knew and followed.
 
She would think things over, before shaking her head, and looking for a clock. "I will meet with the politburo after I dress, and the War Council at Nine o clock." She would think things over, before slowly inclining her head, seemingly deep in thought, even as she would begin to eat, taking only small sips of the vodka. "I shall meet with the Ambassador at noon, in the meantime, he is to be given the tour and looked after, but redirected away from areas of concern." She would snort.

"They view their politics somewhat differently." Still, she would be working on Socialism in one Country, and looking to avoid ruffling too many foreign feathers early in the plan. Those would come later, even as she would nod. "You are dismissed."

Still, for the most part, she would focus on eating quickly, and dressing in one of the simpler and practical pieces of clothing... before making her way to the chambers where she would meet with her political officers.
 
Many military style, conservative outfits, mostly military jackets over matching skirt and silk shirts, but a few formal dresses, filled her wardrobe. When she enetered the room the politburo, a collection of old men, none younger than forty, rose from their chairs and did not sit back down until she took her seat.
"General Secretary." Said one. "I have the reports on grain output." He passed you the report and a few more were slid in your direction. Grain output was up, sales to Germany wete going as schedualed. There was dissent in Ukraine over food shortages and troops had to be sent there, Industrial output in some areas was going slow." A secretary, a pretty you girl, came in and began to pass out coffee.
 
She would frown, and look at the numbers, before she would seem to think things over. "We shall have to move some allocations." There was a thoughtful cast her face, as she pondered the Ukrainian situation. "The time has come for consolidation, to reorganize and take advantage of our native resources." Looking over the papers, she would seem to be in deep thought. "It may be prudent to lessen sales to Germany."

She would snort. "Recently, after looking over the reports, I am greatly unsure as to how long the Nemetskaya laska (German Weasel) will hold to his promises." Still, she would shake her head. "Still, the primary focus must be on the continuation of the plan, and the preparation of our armies. But, an element of caution, that I have had time to think, may be of use. Mister Hitler will be drawing the eyes of the world onto Germany soon, and he will get the war he wishes for. But, we must be prepared for the world afterwards."

Still, she would snort, and turn to the political officer in charge of agriculture. "You will be receiving a packet shortly, detailing schematics acquired from some of our agents. You will make sure that the orders within are carried out."

Turning to the others, she would frown. "As it is, we may have to revise our policy on prisoner labor. We must update our infrastructure, and at the same time...." She would seem to be thoughtful again, in the same what that a tiger is thoughtful. "We cannot drive the peasants into capitalist hands, to have them see outsiders as liberators. And so, we must take measures to safeguard them." She would look vaguely disdainful, before she chuckled, taking the coffee, and having a sip.

"There shall be orders shortly, and packets containing the information for the next part of the Great Plan." She spoke firmly and carefully, even as she looked around. "And, before you ask, why am I informing you of it now, instead of at the plans inception? We have but recently gained the key components, and are adjusting the plans for this new efficient methods, even if it begins to appear that this is but preparation for the next Five Year Plan."
 
Those gatheted around her at the table looked shocked and confused. From where had the General Secretary come up with some plans. Questions followed "what is the source, what kind of plans, from whom, what will we do about Poland?"

One man cleated his throat. "General Secretary. If you wish to abide by our agreement with Germany then cutting down shipmebts is not a good start. Would you insist on stopping oil and ore shipments too." Part of the deal that had split up Poland included grain and raw matetials. There was no doubt that Hitler would not be happy." Tjere was a mumering of agreement."
 
She would seem thoughtful, before she spoke again. "The source....." She would seem almost as if she was weighing the options in her mind. "For the moment, I must hold it close to my chest, to keep it hidden." She would begin to shake her head. "We may have to play along with Hitler for a while longer, but at the same time.... Remember Napoleon. The Germans know well the motherlands abundance, and when their war begins, if they find more resistance then expected...." She would frown. "How long until the foolish little man tries to strike north? And with the whispers of increasing German and Japanese co-operation....."

She would frown. "If we do not take measures, when the German hand becomes a fist, we must not be taken off guard."
 
Another member cleared his throat. "The General Secretary knows what she is talking about of course. I think that we can call an end to the meeting for now." The ministers filed out, all but the last to speak, your security chief. "General Secretary, if I may, what kind of information have you come across?"
 
She would seem rather thoughtful as she addressed him, as his concerns were more then valid. "The information was sent back, from the final days of our republic." She would seem to be rather... well, she was not as composed as she would look, and only one that knew her well, such as the chief, may be able to tell of it. "Somehow, in the mists of time, Russia stood, or may yet stand on the brink of destruction, and to avert that, they...." She would snort.

"The tense is rather, particular. Still, I shall use the past. They had been ordered to delve into temporal mechanics, and to transmit a record back, something to advert the critical mistakes that had laid the foundations for our destruction." She would sigh. "I hardly believed it, and I witnessed the record arrive, and it had all the code words...." And then, she would give a rather.... resigned chuckle.

"Besides, if our enemies have the ability to instantly transport material to wherever they so choose, we have already lost."
 
She would incline her head. "After I have made some copies." Granted, the thing was genelocked to her, instead of relying on a password, but still, it was able to be stolen. They would just not be able to use it... and she did have the information and the proofs as the first thing that loaded, mostly, as an explanation for if she needed to mention the where she was getting all of this form.
 
"Good. I will see you tomorrow General Secretary." He then left the comfrince room. Later that day there was the meetibg with the military leaders. All of which pushed diffrent opions. Some said the Japanese were the biggest threat. Some said the Germans. Some wanted Russia to stay out of wars in Europe or Asia and focus on internal security. No one, however wanted to pull put of the Poland invasion, or the war with Finland that was in it's first planning stages.
 
For the most part, as she looked over the plans, she would begin to ask questions about the plans with Finland. For the most part, she would be leaning towards internal security, to consolidating the gains... even as she would speak of a pair of defensive lines that would need to be put in place. One in the east, to discourage the Japanese, and another in the west, to delay a German betrayal.
 
They told her of their plans to march more than two hundred thousand soliders over the boarder to capture certain resources the General Secretary had considered valuable, and to give Leningrad, only ninty miles from the boarder, some breathing space. The general were misaprehensive about committing so many troops as well to boarder zones. "This will all be a massive drain on our manpower." Said one.
 
She would nod, and seem to be somewhat unconcerned. "It would be. On the other hand, we can use local assets, and there remains several important things. We do not need to have an actual force in the east, the Japanese must merely be aware that there is a defensive force in position, and that opening a front in Russia would be unwise." She would chuckle.

"No, it is the Ukraine and Leningrad where we must prepare defenses against German offensive. I have already discussed part of the strategy with the Politico. While the domestic side is important, we must also prepare for whatever tricks the Nazi has in store for us." Still, she would sigh. "Still, we cannot be sure where the strike will land."
 
"Did we not just sign a pact with Hitler?" Mumbled one General. "We are plabbing to invade Poland in conjunction with them." But there was no open descent on the German point.
"The Samurai have been bold enough to test us before. Do you think the threat of force will be enough to deture them without forces ready to chellenge them?" A younger commander asked.
"Why leningrad ee are avout to secure it?" He was refering to tue Finnish campain.
 
She would look to maps of Finland, before she would speak. "We shall have to change tactics for the Finnish campaign. While the Blitzkrieg would work in central Europe, where the ground is flat and there is an extensive network of paved roads, but...." She would frown, looking at the map. "There are not enough roads and too many rivers there, and the resupply areas are far from the line, but at the same time.... their defensive line is thin and weak." She would grin, before chuckling. "Instead, let us use our numbers to their best advantage."

Which, for the Finnish campaign would involve fully equipping all divisions with proper winter gear, and then forming three points, tanks supported by artillery and aircraft concentrated in three parts along the line, with the infantry not far behind. The political commissars would be strictly advisors for the campaign, and overall, the focus would be on a speedy victory. Preparations would have to be made against ambushes and gurrellia tactics, and cohesion would be paramount.
 
All of the generals seemed a little startled at her revelations and many of the things she was saying. A lot of it sounded unnecessary and some of it was just confusing. The Fin's wouldn't last long, how could they against the soviet armed forces, they, such a small country and so poorly equipped as they were. There was no need to prepare for Guerilla tactics, they were fighting a professional army not woodland bandits after all, and supplying the army and deploying it like she suggested would be expensive in the short term.
"What is Blitzkrieg General Secretary?" One of them asked. It sounded German but they were otherwise unaware of what it could mean. They looked puzzled at the maps and wondered what battle lines she was seeing that they were not, as they had planned and accounted to attack the known defenses to best effect.
 
She would pause, and shake her head. "A tactic that the Germans have developed, and what looks to be the key component for their strategy. But, for all that it may well prove decisive in Central Europe, it will fail miserably in Finland." She would snort a bit. "As it is, it relies too much on the swift movement of tanks, flat country with few rivers, and a extensive road and rail network in place." She would shake her head. "Attempting such tactics were they are not present.... it shall only meet in frustration and humiliation!"

She would then pause, and seem to gather herself. "And comrades. We know we possess the superior force. The Fins are well aware we possess the ability to crush them in a head on battle. So tell me this. Why would they offer to pit their forces against one that will go through them like an American through a buffet line?"
 
The buffet line joke and the talk of why the Fins would be fitting seemed to leave the military heads slightly confused and wondering. "They refused out demands General Secretary Either we must back down and give up valuable nickle and coal resources, or we must go and take it. But against the small Finish Army it will be a quick battle. They cannot hope to win or give much resistance but it is their country is it so strange they would fight?"
"They have no choice so they might as well keep their pride with some show of resistance." Boomed the deep voice of one man.
"Perhaps they think France or England will send them some aid, or even Germany."
 
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