Russian Amerika (ARC)
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"It did, and does. But I have not come to refresh old pain."
"I don't recognize your uniform," Grisha said, happy to change the subject.
"The uniform was a gift from an ally."
" 'Ally' of what, or who?"
"This thing seems to run in the family." Pietr smiled; Grisha thought it genuine. "I am a captain in the Tlingit Nation Army. We have received a good deal of material aid from the Empire of Japan."
"Japan!" Grisha and Captain Lauesen said simultaneously.
"According to the Honolulu Treaty of 1950 the Empire of Japan is barred from becoming politically involved in any North American nation," Lauesen said.
"Unless invited," Pietr said.
"What is happening at home?" Grisha asked softly. "Why, exactly, are you here?"
"The Council of Toions realizes there is little time before what the Den have done here will be finished. The Czar's government will relinquish this land and hold tighter to what remains. What remains are the Eskimos and us.
"We know we can ask the Japanese for military aid, even intervention. But if we do that we are forever part of their empire. That's a future war we know we cannot win."
Grisha glanced at Captain Lauesen and back to his cousin. "You want to join us?"
Pietr smiled again, somewhat sheepishly, Grisha thought.
"The Den War took us unawares. We had no idea such unrest existed in these cold lands, nor were we aware of your alliances with other North American countries. It has occurred to us that were we to join forces we all might eventually create a united republic in Alaska."
The room stilled and Grisha let his mind run with the thought. It seemed perfect, both geographically and politically. He wondered if his wish to see Akku once again shaded his perspective.
"Captain Chernikoff," Captain Lauesen said, "what do you need immediately?"
"Wait!" Grisha snapped. "Wing, please ask Colonel Jackson to attend us immediately. Captain Lauesen, I think both of my allies should have a representative present from the very beginning of anything larger than the Den Republik."
"Point taken, General," Lauesen said with a wry grin.
"Has a treaty been signed between you and the Czar?" Pietr asked.
"Far from it. We are still at war. The Russians have at least one major ground force somewhere between here and Tetlin as well as a large force in retreat from the Battle of Chena."
Grisha realized he was trying to get out of bed again and forced himself to relax. "Forgive me, cousin, I keep forgetting I have temporary physical limitations."
Pietr laughed. "You were always on the move, and usually getting into mischief if memory serves."
"And I remember that you were always right there with me."
"May I apologize for the pain I and my brothers caused you?" Pietr asked.
"Children are cruel, youth are callow, that's part of nature. Thank you for the thought, but there is nothing to forgive."
"A party!" Benny Jackson said, walking into the room. "What's the occasion, Grisha? Did they make you president now?"
"Benny, it's good to see you!" Wing said, hugging him.
"Good to see you, too, Wing. I'm still willing to try women if you'll be the test case."
"Sorry, Colonel," Grisha said. "She's snagged herself a general."
"May I offer my heartfelt congratulations?" He shook Grisha's hand. "I am continually amazed at how perceptive the Den are when it comes to choosing their leaders."
"Okay, Benny, put on your Special Forces Liaison hat, firmly."
"Sure, Grisha, uh, General Grigorievich. What's up?" He looked the two captains over with a professional eye.
"This is Captain Lauesen, U.S. Army, who is our intelligence laison. And this is my cousin, Captain Pietr Chernikoff, of the Tlingit Nation Army. Pietr, tell him what you told us."
"We need help, too. Without a navy we will never get the Russians out of our land and the rest of Alaska."
"How far south does the Tlingit Nation extend?" Benny asked.
"To what you call Dixon Entrance, that's where our Kaigani Clans live."
"All the way to British Canada." Benny grinned and with a glance at Captain Lauesen said, "Well, we just happen to have a fleet in that ocean."
A corporal edged up next to Captain Lauesen and pressed a sheet of paper into his hand before nodding and backing away.
"Bigger than the Russian Navy?" Pietr said with a scowl.
"I don't know how big a fleet they have-"
"Don't worry," said Captain Lauesen. "You do now."
"I do now what?" Benny snapped.
"Have a bigger fleet." He waved at Pietr. "This all may be solved as we speak."
"What's your message say, Captain?" Grisha asked.
"British Canada has sued for peace and all their forces are standing down. It seems they lost over half their Atlantic Fleet to the U.S.A in a battle off Newfoundland." Lauesen grinned at them. "That's water as cold as you have up here and the weather's just as mean."
"But we were talking about the Russian fleet, not the British," Pietr said.
"I wasn't finished, Captain. Just hours ago the entire Russian Pacific Fleet was defeated off Vancouver Island. The Republic of California lost one ship, a destroyer. Twenty minutes ago, the Russian Empire asked for peace terms."
The room went dead still again. Grisha stared dumbly at the others who stared just as dumbly back.
Wing started sobbing. "Oh, I wish Slayer-of-Men could be here now."
Grisha opened his arms and she bent into his embrace. He kissed her on the side of her head, and whispered in her ear, "He is, where else would he be?"
"If you'll excuse me, General Grigoriy Pietrivich Grigorievich," Benny said with a smile and a salute, "I think my job just got a lot more complicated."
He left the room at a brisk walk.
"Captain Chernikoff," Captain Lauesen said. "My country will give you all the aid you need, I guarantee it, just wanted you to know. General, Colonel, I think I need to be somewhere else just now." He tossed them a salute and hurried through the door.
"So what does this mean, Grisha?" Pietr asked.
"I don't know, cousin, but it has to be better than what we had before. Doesn't it?"
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Stoney Compton has had novelettes and short stories published in Universe 1, Tomorrow, and Writers of the Future. He is Senior Graphic Artist for a Bellevue, Washington company, and has worked as a visual information specialist for NOAA, a graphic artist for the Alaska Dept. of Fish & Game, a staff artist for a weekly newspaper. He was born in Nebraska, lived 31 years in Alaska, and now lives north of Seattle with his wife, Colette, and seven cats.
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