Megatokyo fan-fiction

This would be my first fan-fic of… well, pretty much anything. All characters, in exception of the new Russian based characters, are all property of Fred Gallagher. Feedback is appreciated. I will try to use real weapons, vehicles, songs, and various other things to make it seem more life-like.

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This story does not begin in Tokyo, Japan, but rather in a much, much colder place… in the mountains of Siberia, just north of Yakutsk, Russia, an underground military base was beaming with activity.

Comrade Marshal, it seems as if the zombies have invaded Tokyo, Japan. Your actions? The voice came over a headset to the commander of the entire army.

Class 2 Invasion. Ready the parachuters and APCs. Fill the weapon canisters with the usual anti-zombie weaponry including shotguns, flash-bang grenades, and give the officers the flame throwers.

Yes, Comrade Marshal. I will begin production and ready the men. The voice over the headset said again.

The Marshal of the United Red Star Army rose from his chair, arming himself for a grand fight. He grabbed his Dragonov Sniper Rifle and his personal 'Flaming Spirit' flame thrower.

Deep down underground, below the main complex, there was a large, mile wide factory. Within seconds, the entire place came alive, mass producing everything needed from weapons, to armor, to vehicles. The hundreds of soldiers began to arm themselves with the fresh weapons and cover themselves with special armor. Their entire bodies were covered, not a single bit of flesh showing. As their transport were being fueled and prepped, the men began to sing…

Russia - our sacred state,
Russia - our beloved country.
Mighty will-power, great glory
Shall remain your honors for all time!

Praise our free Fatherland,
Long-lasting union of brotherly peoples,
Ancestor-given wisdom of the people!
Long live, Country! We are proud of you!

From the southern seas to the polar realm
Our forests and fields stretch.
You are one in the world! You are alone like that,
God-guarded native land!

Praise our free Fatherland,
Long-lasting union of brotherly peoples,
Ancestor-given wisdom of the people!
Long live, Country! We are proud of you!

Plenty of room for dreams and for life
The coming years are promising us.
Allegiance to our Motherland gives us strength.
So it had been, so it is, and so it always will be!

Praise our free Fatherland,
Long-lasting union of brotherly peoples,
Ancestor-given wisdom of the people!
Long live, Country! We are proud of you!

By now they have boarded their planes, making final adjustments to their packs. Massive doors opened through the snow, revealing a large tunnel with a runway inside. Men were running around, signaling the planes to their positions. Their jet engines began to roar, and a good 25 planes began to fly out of the tunnel, heading toward Japan.