That Was Just Your Life

The Beginning of the End

December 18th, 2025

Near the abandoned city of Yinchuan, China

"Hey Alric, wake up!" says Dmitri a scarred and battle worn man who had served in the Spetsnaz for seven years.

"Alright, alright why do we have to get up so early" says Alric a quiet and calculating KSK operative who had served for about just as long.

"Because there is a squad coming right towards us"

"Shit!"

"Alright we aren't going to be able to move the GAZ, so we might as well take up position and try to take them out quietly"

"How many of them are there?"

"Enough to make it a challenge" Dmitri says as he looks at Alric who is grinning.

As Dmitri pulled out his VSS Vintorez Alric pulled out his KM-4000. The pair waited for the squad of Chinese soldiers to get closer before they executed their attack. Dmitri quickly shot 2 of them in the head as Alric stabbed one in the neck and pulled out his throwing knife before throwing it at another soldier's face, which from years of practice, managed to hit his eye. The last soldier began to point his Type 95 at the two but Dmitri shot him in the leg which caused him to yelp in pain as Alric ran up to him put his hand over the soldiers mouth before any further sound could be released and cut his throat. "Phew that was a close one" Alric says in relief as a Chinese Type 99 tank came crashing down through the foliage.

"Whelp, looks like we're fucked" Says Dmitri.

                3 days earlier

Krygil Base, [LOCATION CLASSIFIED]

"Hey Dmitri go find Alric and get down to the briefing room, the boss wants to see ya." says Vladmir

"Yeah sure, hold on my Vintorez is a little rusty from that week in Mongolia." says Dmitri as he finishes wiping of the breach of his VSS. "So what were you going on about Vladmir?"

"Dammit just get down to the briefing room with your boyfriend you senile war junkie." says an aggravated Vladmir as he walks down the hall.

"Yeah fuck you too Vlad" Dmitri shouts after him. "Oh yeah and it was me that drank your vodka!" Vladmir flips him off over his shoulder. "Slovoch" Dmitri mutters to himself as he puts his Vintorez down on the table before he runs off to find Alric.

Krygil's Cafeteria

As Alric got his food in the cafeteria he searched for a place to sit and eat. Alric's eyes gazed over to a suitable table in the corner of the room. He walked over and sat down with no intention of talking to anyone.

Alric was a quiet person, but by no means shy, much like Dmitri. Both, however had different reasons for it. Dmitri just didn't like the company of a majority of other people, with exceptions of few. Alric liked to think to himself and he needed peace and quiet places to do it...               ...Well, it doesn't need to be a peaceful place as he always welcomes violence.

Many have said that the two are like clones of each other, with the exception of physical traits of course. If they looked deeper, past the sick, cruel, and twisted personalities of Alric and Dmitri, they could find several differences.

By the time Alric had finished his lunch he had noticed some members of the Gefängnis Soldaten walk up to him. The Gefängnis Soldaten, which literally means "prison soldiers", were formed six months after China's attack on Russia and subsequently waging war with its allies. The division of soldiers, taken directly from prisons, were trained very rigorously, harder than regular soldiers. Going into the Gefängnis Soldaten was optional, however, they wouldn't allow anyone sentenced to over 15 years so they don't get an "easy way out of prison". Members of this division would have to serve Germany and wouldn't be told the locations of secret bases in case they're captured. Many people opposed the creation of the Gefängnis Soldaten but not enough as they are an alternative to losing people with families.

Alric turned to tell them to leave but found a fist flying toward him. He dropped the fork to free his hand and quickly caught the punch. "Who are you and what do you want?" Growls Alric.

"We are the Siebten Kompanie and we are here to teach you a lesson." The tallest one says proudly as he retracts his fist. Siebten Kompanie, or Seventh Company was the best of the Gefängnis Soldaten.

"Ah, I know about you." 'Apparently these guys were taken straight from jail, trained, and put into the war. I've heard that they are a real pain in the ass for the officers here too.'

"Alright, that's enough you three." Someone familiar says as he lays his hand on the tallest one's shoulder.

"Who the fuck do you-" The tallest is interrupted by the man again.

"I'm giving you five seconds to scamper off to the sewer you crawled out of before some poor fuck has to clean the floors of your broken bodies." The man says while tightening his grip on the tallest's shoulder.

'I think I've heard that voice before.' Alric thinks to himself grinning. "Hallo Dmitri. I haven't seen you in a while."

"Good to see you too but listen, we have to get to the briefing room. The Commander wants to see us  and we're already late without these sukis in the way." Says Dmitri with a hint of venom in his voice.

Alric could tell that Dmitri has had a bad history with the Commander although he hasn't talked about it, not even to Alric, who has been his best friend for a long time.

"Seriously though, we have to get going now. If you scum want to fuck with the best here then you'll go back to your sewers in body bags. Unlike you we actually have important shit to do." Dmitri says annoyed.

Alric gets up and starts to leave with Dmitri when one of the soldiers speaks up.

"Looks like these two pussies are runnin' away from a fight. What, are you too chicken?"

Alric pauses his exit and doesn't even bother to turn around.

"Don't worry Alric, they'll die very fast in battle." Dmitri says as they resume their exit, chuckling.

"Why do you hate the Commander so much? I mean, I know you two have a bad history but what happened to make you loathe each other so much?" Questions Alric mid-way to the briefing room.

"Answers are revealed when they are called for the most." Dmitri answers cryptically while they walk at a brisk pace.