It's Hard Being the General of the Otran Empire: 1



A black and white photo of some feet in shackles.

It’s Hard Being the General of the Otran Empire
Original War Fiction

Written by Kewl Kat
(a.k.a. Southern Cowboy)


Chapter 1

Buildings in the nearby country of Cartega lay in ruins.

Months of heavy bombing had destroyed the capital and had ruined its economy. Tanks from the 56th and 85th Division had been send to crush of whatever was the rebellion and destroyed any military equipment left.

People were running for their lives. Executions of the opposition by Krustika Stroopers were rampant. Nobody was saved from this madness.

Citizens of Cartega were starved almost to death as their farms and markets were destroyed by forces of the Otran Empire.

Nine towers surrounded a parade ground that had a flagpole with a red, blue and black flag.

Lineup in the parade ground were five infantry divisions dressed in red and yellow uniforms. The soldiers carried in their shoulders an automatic rifle. In their belts with the black buckle they had a pistol alongside a couple grenades, radio and a knife.

One of the soldiers carried the flag of the Otran Empire.

A man with a big metal helmet with a pointing top and long black hair walked into the parade ground accompanied by other officers. He had a pointing mustache and blue eyes.

The man walked between the rows of soldiers and inspected each uniform and boots.

He walked to the center of the parade ground and said, “You will march to Cartega and finish the opposition and their forces. Make them join the Otran Empire by force!” he commanded them in a loud voice.

“For our Motherland we fight, we serve our leader and nobody else. Long live the Otran Empire! Dusch!” the soldiers answered in a united tone.

The soldiers marched out of the parade ground and salute the man with the long black hair. The man with the long black hair walked through a long dark hallway into an office that was guarded by two guards of Rykastaka Palace Guards.

There was a map of Rada continent spread in top of the desk and a big map of the Otran Empire hung in the wall behind the desk. Candles were lightening in each corner of the room. A black briefcase with security pad lay next to the map in top of the desk. There was a computer and other military apparatus in the room.

The man with black hair grabbed a couple toy soldiers figuring and places them in top of a country called Laudavka.

He looked at the people in the room and said, “Gentleman, the time has come to expand the Otran Empire even further!”

“General Zadorsky, what is exactly the plan?” one of the gentleman asked.

“Colonel Lavaria, I want you take the 31st, 102nd and 201st Infantry Units alongside 11th and 15th Tank Units an invade Laudavka,” he told him.

Another officer that was in the room dressed in Odaska uniform said, “Sir, what you want to do wit the Odaska.”

“I want you to bomb the sh*t out of their capital Raladava,” he told him.

“Yes sir,” he said.

All the gentleman’s in the room said unison, “For the Motherland we fight and for it we die. We serve our leader and the Otran Empire!”

All the officers march out and left the General Zadorsky alone in the room. He opened a wooden cigar box and grabbed a cigar and put it in his mouth. He lightens it and start taking puffs.

As he smoked his cigar, the General smiled and laughed.

The General said, laughing, “Laudavka is going to crumble to our might!”

Two Rykastaka Palace Guards entered the office wearing their red and yellow uniforms with a helmet with a black feather on top.

One of the guards stood by the entrance and the other approached the General and said, “Sir, we have a citizen in one of the dungeons that was caught trying to burn a couple of your posters in Triumph Square.”

“Has the citizen been tortured yet?” he asked.

“Sir, she was given electroshocks for 110 volts for two sections,” the Guard informed him.

“That’s good, I will be right over,” he told him.

“Yes sir,” the Guard answered and exited the office.

The General fixed his coat and put a pair of dark sunglasses and walked out of his office.

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He walked down a stone steps into a series of dungeons.

The dungeons were most feared places in the Otran Empire. Any persons that were sent there had little chance of coming out alive. The torture chambers in those dungeons were the most infamous and horrible in the Empire and in the whole continent of Rada.

As he walked down the long hallway, he passed people in the dungeons that were being tortured and others that were going crazy. People screamed at him to let them go.

He arrived to a small room that was guarded by couple Krustika Stroopers.

As he approached them, the Stroopers saluted him. In the floor of the room laid a naked girl about 21 or 22 years of age bleeding with her hair burned.

He approached her and he told the Rykastaka Palace Guards to stand her up.

The Guards hold her up and the General started punching her in the stomach. She started coughing blood as he punched her.

He ordered the Guards dropped her in the floor. The General started kicking her in the stomach and in the head until she started cried and bleed again.

The General stopped kicking her and said, as he took his sunglasses, “Tomorrow you will be executed in public in the Triumph Square for treason against the State.”

The girl gathered some strengthen and said, as she coughed blood, “When my people overthrow your evil government, my torture will be light compared to the one you will endure...”

Then, she spit on him.

The General didn’t answer her defiance. He just kicked her in the stomach once again. He told the Guards to prepare her to die and he left the room.

The General walked outside of the National Palace. A black car accompanied by caravan black sport utility vehicles was waiting for him.

He got in the black car and told the driver to take him to the Tyaska Castle.

As the car drove away towards the castle, he picked up his cell phone and dialed the telephone of the XWKR (Otran Empire TV).

He told them that he wanted them to transmit a message to the country that said, “Our great Leader has declared a national holiday tomorrow and he wants the people to convey in Victory Square tomorrow morning to watch the execution of a traitor to the Motherland.”

The General finished dictating his message and he hung up.




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