Badass Clark! : A BW/Red Sequel (Continued from Stalingrad West)

Chapter 1 (Part 2) - Cold Comfort and Joy

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Erich Von Manstein did not need a visit from Santa Claus this year.

The little corporal and his fat sidekick were both dead, and his incompetent regime were scattered to the winds, even some of it's most loyal subjects were now chanting the slogans of the new German Empire. Stalins regime had survivied unfortunately but he had been keptt out of eastern Europe and maybe one day a German controlled anti-communist union could begin another march to eliminate Bolshevism altogether, if practical. But right now both Stalin and Manstein realised that there was no logic in continuing the Great Patriotic War, no matter how much they despised each other. It now seemed to be a waiting game, how quickly couldhe establish a lasting peace with the west before Stalin became powerful enough to renew his ambitions in Europe.

The war with the west was going along well, Wacht Am Rhien had achieved inital success, smashing the inferior allied tanks with his experienced panzer divisions with an eastern front gusto that the western allies would come to dread. The massed AA guns on the Meuse and Gallnds new jets also promised to negate their advantage in the air whilst Brinkmann's new submarine types looked like they might actually be able to cut the Americans off from Europe. Britain looked to be on her knees, despite Churchills rhetoric and he was sure that they would accept the fair peace that he would offer them, the British bases in the Baltic had seemed to interest the ear of Lord Halifax through his abwher whisperers.

The only fly in the ointment was the tragic death of Skorzeny, a war hero and a living legend. Of course he didn't believe the allied propaganda that it had been at the hands of Clark but evenif it was true it only confirmed his beliefs that the allies had a private as supreme commander not a gentleman officer.

The new German Empire seemed to be in safe hands indeed.

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Moscow, December 1944

The men huddled in Stalins office in the darkness of the night looked like a gang of conspirators planning to ovethrow a government. It was something Bolsheviks had never really lost habit off. Now the assembled generals and politicians were the most powerful men in the Soviet Union although none were more senior or more formidable than Joseph Stalin, a man now preapring to take full advantage of his betrayal of the west

STALIN: "Comrade Marshal, do you have the reports from the latest round of inspections?"
KONIEV: "Yes Comrade, there will be a full briefing tomorrow, however it will relay the basics just now. The Germans are apparently sticking to the Stockholm agreement and they seem satisfied that we are too. They are exploiting every loophole possible, for instance leaving exceedingly large quantities of fuel and ammunition than they would need for 30 divisions and training civillians in the area in basic combat but that is to be expected. All in all they seem generally interested only in defence. Of course I would advise caution, that's what we're saying as well after all."
*chuckles around the room*

STALIN: "Did you meet with Clark as arranged?"

KONIEV: "Yes Comrade, he seemed...pissed off to say the least. “

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ZHUKOV: “And for good reason, the allies are likely going to face encirclement at the hands of Manstein, they can't cope with a real German offensive"




STALIN: "I wouldn't call it a real German offensive, but still it will be interesting to see how the allies find a real war. Maybe they will then understand what we had to go through. How did you find Krebs?"


KONIEV: "His usual self, all things considered he seemed quite affable if distracted"
STALIN: "By the situation in the West?"
KONIEV: "Possible Comrade, although I doubt it, he seems antagonistic to many of his won staff, more so than he was to us in fact. I don't think Mansteins new Germany is as united as the Germans claim to be."
STALIN: "Comrade Beria, you have had similar findings have you not?"

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BERIA "Yes Comrade Stalin, it seems that although the plotters were united in their hatred of Hitler, they have split over the fact that the common enemy is no longer there and the pragmatic means in which Manstein has pursued his domestic and foreign policy has left them split. The main leaders of the so-called Kreislau Circle had wished to purge the Nazi regime entirely, whilst Manstein has kept large parts of it intact for the sake of stability. Many also wished to make peace with the allies or at least continue to fight the Soviet Union. Manstein has burst their bubble."
STALIN: "Because he knew that he could win a war with the west but not against us?"
BERIA: "Precisely Comrade"
STALIN: "So the main leaders of Mansteins junta are opposed to the general direction which Germany is taking but they do not openly revolt because they rely on the army for continued stability?"
BERIA: "Exactly, the army is largely loyal to Von Manstein as well and thye fear that his junta would become even more fascistic if they were to be removed. Thus they have stuck so far to verbal protests due to their lack of power and the fear of the consequences. Ironically their best form of resistance would be in alliance with the SS faction of the new order but that is unthinkable to people like Gordeler. Thus Manstein’s rule is eerily similar to Hitler’s, he is sustained by dividing all his potential challengers on both sides of his apolitical junta."
STALIN: "Very ironic, would assassination bring the junta down? A destabilised junta would make it easier for the inevitable workers and peasants revolution to come about."
BERIA: "It's definitely possible, I would advise against it though, we cannot allow the risk of being caught in the act."
STALIN:" I concur, we shall wait and see how things develop, until then we shall exploit the allies misfortune as much as possible!"
ZHUKOV: "Things are coming along excellently on that front Comrade Stalin, whilst the our former allies suffer in France our preparations for both Troika and Dawn proceed even better than expected. We shall have 60 divisions in Finland and 80 in Siberia by the Spring. We outmatch and outnumber both the Finns and the Japanese in every aspect. Victory is assured."
STALIN: "How have the Finns and Japanese responded to our requests Comrade Molotov?"

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MOLOTOV: "Considering the hopelessness of their situation, quite antagonistic Comrade. They still seem to think that either the Germans or the Americans will come to the rescue"
STALIN: "And what do you think of that?"
MOLOTOV: "Very little Comrade, Roosevelt or Von Manstein may wish too but political and military realities make it impossible."
STALIN: "Excellent Comrades, the liberation of Scandinavia and China will provide excellent staging posts for the future revolutions in Europe and Asia especially when we return to settle old scores with our friend Von Manstein."
 
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Sweet. IT'S BAAAAAAAAAAACK!!!!! :D:D:D:D:D

That scene in the Kremlin felt like it was taking place in some villain's lair instead. The only thing that was missing was the window-shattering evil laughs of the Politburo and the Stavka.

I'd have to nitpick on the spelling though, unless you're adopting BW's doctrine of butchering your spelling on puropose. Other than that, all is good :) Keep up the wonderful work!
 
I KNEW IT!! I fucking knew it!! :mad: Stalin's gonna stab the Allies in the back, ITTL and IRL!! :cool:

Never thought I'd be saying this, but I actually hope the Japs can handle the Sovs, or else... :(

Marc A

P.S. Methinks Manhattan Project would be greatly accelerated, and that Roosevelt won't hesitate to lit up Berlin...
 
Take it in stride (Chapter 2)

Nebraska 2014,

Professor Douglas Harper reread his student's essay on Mark Wayne Clark's influence on the western theater in the second world war. Deciding to grade the essay in a block of 5 with each section worth 20 points, he allotted the full 20 for the student's retelling of Clark's dramatic encounter with the Grief commandos... such stories where pure Americana and had been engrained in school children for two generations since, along with two excellent Hollywood movies about the encounter (one in the 1950's with Grant portraying Badass Clark, and a spectacular Speilberg remake in the 90's which featured David Schwimmer playing Clark), it certainly made the case for Clark's face to appear on MT Rushmore in and of itself. Harper uncapped his red pen, sipped his coffee and began to assess the second portion of his junior student's essay....

Charleroi, Belgium December 1944

If General Mark Clark's mind could totally override his body, he would have personally lead the combat command from the 3rd armored division that was standing by to counterattack the 1st SS panzer division's 1st SS panzer regiment which had driven to Charleroi. However, following his escape from his burning quarters, and his subsequent successful attack on the German commando unit which had attacked his staff, the adrenaline wore off and he became acutely aware of the severe pain his cuts and burns where causing him, which was not eased in any way by the severe cold. He sat in the snow outside the destroyed building where he had shot several men to death with his .45; gulping air, feeling each cut and burn attack his brain with stinging pain. He became aware of the melted pieces of his uniform that where stuck on his skin when Baxter came running up with a radio truck rolling behind him

Baxter: Jeezus Christ General, what the hell happened to you, I told you to stay back and exfil with the damn staff, the front lines aren't a place for the damn theater commander
Clark: I had to Ted, damn Nazi's were dressed as fucking MP's... I owed it to the staff to kick their asses.
Baxter: (looking at the smoldering bloody bodies in the snow) well you certainly did that general, but I'm responsible for your safety so don't go playing hero again; or if you have to at least let me help
Clark: (letting out a series of coughs that put blood on the snow) did you make contact with our boys, whats the situation
Baxter: Doc (Doctor Michael Hawthrorne who was the battalion medical officer) take a look at the general will you...Krauts are attacking all across the line, so far we identified about 40 divisions in the assault; lots of tanks and arty, and we got that one regiment in the woods here; Combat Command C from third armored is standing by to hit them whenever you want to let Rose off the leash
Clark: Yes let them go ahead, give those SS bastards a piece of our new kit, is the rest of our plan in place
Baxter: Pullbacks with the nasty rearguards are already taking place like you laid out general.
Clark: Good, time to give Manstein a taste of his own medicine; I hope he enjoys my trap... Ow.. Fuck doc (Dr Hawthrone had pulled a burnt piece of uniform off the General's chest) could you take it freaking easy, I'm trying to run a war here.
Hawthrone: (Shoving a piece of gauze into a bloody cut on his torso soliciting another yelp... looked further, and found a bullet lodged in Clark's calf... he was lucky it just below the surface, must have been from long range or a richochet, he pulled it out with his forceps, which again solicited Clark to cry out in pain and he slapped his hand on the Doctor's helmet, knocking it off into the snow, blood poured from Clark's leg) stop distracting me general!
Clark: For fuck's sake doc you're killing me, quit what the hell you're doing and let me get up; Ted get me some fresh clothes I'm going to the front (Clark went to stand up but found his legs wobbly and his mind lightheaded from the loss of blood and the immense pain, Dr. Hawthorne then ripped another big piece of burnt clothing off his stomach) AH FUCK DAMMITT
Hawthrone: If your going to be so reckless General, then you will have to take my efforts to keep you alive in stride... if we didn't need your mind to be completely clear right now I would give you some morphine, now theres only one more piece, just be quiet and it will be all over (Hawthorne then ripped a huge piece off the general's back which caused him to growl further in pain, Clark then stood up more sure then before and started violently kicking the remaining wall of the staff house until his boot punched right through it... the stream of profanities he let out shocked Dr. Hawthorne but made Major Baxter grin)
Clark: Thank you Dr. Ted where is the new HQ going to be, I'm ready to go now
Baxter: (Thank god) Staff thought it would be easiest to control the front from Mons
Clark: Alright, I'll go to Mons and catch my breath and get the remainder of the staff organized. I want you to tour the front for me, and give me a sit rep; I'll highjack that radio truck so I can get myself in the loop
Baxter: Yes sir! McLaw get me a Jeep we are going for a little ride, make sure it has a radio and that the army staff knows we are coming
Hawthorne: I'll go along with you in the radio truck general
Clark: I don't need a babysitter, and honestly, after what you just did to me doc, I'd rather never see you again
Hawthorne: Well you don't need a baby sitter but you need someone to make sure you don't bleed to death before we get to Mons; and I'll be damned if you are going to die on my watch, so either shoot me or make space General Sir
Clark: (letting out a pained belly laugh) Ok doc, its a shame you aren't as good as inflicting pain on Germans, lets go

to be continued...

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