Summoned so the Soviet Conquers! (GATE Fanfics)

Chapter III - Elves?

"Has the orc incursion been taken care of?" asked Colonel General Alexandrov, sipping on his tea.

"Yes sir, the GRU Spetsnaz units located their dwellings which were eliminated. 14 dwellings of village to town sizes were leveled, totaling some 4 322 dead. Of which we have another 3 219 prisoners. Mostly those that were too old to fight, too young, or what we conclude to be the female of their species."

"How are they behaving?"

"Violently sir. Several guards have been injured handling them and they are prone to anger easily. There is also a request for additional rations to be handed out as it appears that the orcs eat twice that of which a human their size would. Also additional request for extra guards, including more dogs."

"Any chance that these orcs could be allowed to leave on the condition that they would not attack either us or our elvish allies?"

"From the intelligence gathered from both human prisoners of war and our elvish allies, that is a negative sir. The orcs revolve their culture around warfare and acts of bravery. The males can not win mates, titles, or position without raiding surrounding villages and making war. Apparently they are often hired out as mercenaries."

"So I've noticed. This report, here, it says that they have a feud with the elves?"

"Yes sir. The elves we have aligned ourselves with are of the wood elf species, apparently possessing magical powers, but as of yet we have not witnessed any such proof of these assertions. The orcs see the elves as being weak and feminine, having no warrior honor. The elves by comparison are pacifists unless they act expressly to protect their villages from direct attack or themselves. They observe a live and let live policy while the orcs intimidate them and their neighbors into giving tribute, either material possessions or wealth."

"Then why attack the elves if they were paying tribute to them? Isn't that counterproductive?"

"From what we understand the elves were paying their tribute in bows, arrows, clothes, and crafts. Things they could make, food as well when they had extra, but it appears that the orcs had grown tired of that and demanded slaves. The elves being a tightly entwined community treating each other as family immediately refused. That refusal was what made the orcs attack them sir."

"I see," said Alexandrov, then sighed wearily, for once seeming his age as he allowed himself to slump in his metal folding chair. "I'm in a predicament now Vlad. My orders are clear. I am to eliminate or neutralize with extreme prejudice any native species or outpost that could or do threaten Soviet presence in the region. Once that is accomplished we will begin receiving our first waves of colonists. The elves, far from being a threat are turning into our biggest allies and they abhor violence. So long as nobody tries to kill them, they won't even so much as think of harming anyone. That and they've proven an instant sensation among the men. So not only are they not a threat, they are an indispensable asset to us in the region. The orcs on the other hand, are the opposite of that. They are violent, crude, ugly, and partake in many distasteful practices. They would attack unarmed people, rape them, kill them, and sell them as slaves. I am obliged to kill them, and yet I find that I cannot."

"Sir?"

"I was a young soldier when I fought during the great patriotic war. As an infantrymen with a company of conscripts under my command. As we chased the fascists out of the Motherland we came upon villages that they were forced to abandon. When we entered them, the thing I remember most is the absolute quiet that we would encounter. A hush that was not only physical, but seemed to fall over your soul. I'll never forget the sights I saw there. The men of the villages had either been conscripted to forced labor, into the fascists military, or else left to join the partisan groups. All that were left in many of the villages were the elderly, the sick, the lame, and women and children. When we entered those villages we found that they were all still there, every single one of them. From every tree branch, from every telephone pole, from every rafter we found them. Women, children, the elderly, they had hung them all. They had hung them and left them there without thought of mercy or burial. It made me hate them. Hate every facet of them to the point where if given the chance I would have strangled the life out of them with my bare hands and relished the chance for revenge. To kill such savage beasts that had done it, but it also made me realize something. Those were men that had done that. Ordinary men who had let themselves become evil. That had let the devil inhabit their souls. It was on that day that I swore to myself that I would never be like them. I would never fall to the depths of evil that they had."