Steelstorm - Imperium Press

By Thomas777

In the beginning, there was only Victor von Leers. In the end, there was ZARTAX-cyborg, living weapon, ultimate Executioner. After Warday, when millions of human lives ceased at once in a flash of nuclear hellfire, the lives of sadistic junkie Billy Wong, Surgeon-Minister Woldemar Mohamet al-Husseini, and Leers would be bound together by some un

• Language: English
• Publisher: Imperium Press
• Release date: Sep 16, 2021
• ISBN: 9781922602145

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Imperium Press was founded in 2018 to supply students and laymen with works in the history of rightist thought. If these works are available at all in modern editions, they are rarely ever available in editions that place them where they belong: outside the liberal weltanschauung. Imperium Press’ mission is to provide right thinkers with authoritative editions of the works that make up their own canon. These editions include introductions and commentary which place these canonical works squarely within the context of tradition, reaction, and counter-Enlightenment thought—the only context in which they can be properly understood.

For Reagan and the Zionists, the USSR represents the epitome of evil, but for us it is a great power neighboring us with its own security requirements and a doctrine that corresponds to them.

Otto Remer

To sum it all up, I must say that I regret nothing.

I was one of the many horses pulling the wagon and couldn’t escape left or right because of the will of the driver. We shall meet again. I have believed in God. I obeyed the laws of war and was loyal to my flag.

SS-Obersturmbannführer Adolf Eichmann

Part of [Von] Leers’ political attitude is apparently due to his conversion to Islam, which was accompanied by a change in his name to Dr. Omar Amin von Leers. He is becoming more and more a religious zealot, even to the extent of advocating an expansion of Islam in Europe in order to bring about stronger unity through a common religion. This expansion he believes can come not only from contact with the Arabs in the Near East and Africa but with Islamic elements in the USSR. The results he envisions as the formation of a political bloc against which neither East nor West could prevail."

CIA report on the partisan activities of Johann Von Leers, October 24, 1957

PROLOGUE

Location:

Baikonur, Kazakhstan, USSR

Year:

1983 AD

Date:

December 24—warday

Tamerlan Maltsev unceremoniously tore through a cream-colored envelope that he had retrieved from a wall safe only moments prior. An innocuous thing—odd, given its contents. The envelope bore not even a security clearance designation, but only an ink-stamped, heraldic hammer and sickle atop a globe. He contemplated the lack of nuance characteristic of that Socialist heraldry which adorned every artifact of Regime officialdom. It seemed somehow improper for the command authority directives that he now held within his grasp to be conveyed in such prosaic form.

Of course, at Maltsev’s level of command authority, evinced not merely by a Marshal’s rank but also by the presence of the other men within the conference hall of the bunker, such formalities would have been superfluous. He found himself among none other than Yuri Andropov, General Secretary of the Communist Party of the Soviet Union; Dmitry Ustinov, Minister of Defense of the USSR; Erich Honnecker, General Secretary of the Socialist Unity Party of the German Democratic Republic; Wojciech Jaruzelski, First Secretary of the Polish United Workers’ Party; and Otto Remer—a man with neither title, portfolio, nor since 1945, national citizenship or discernible allegiance, yet who was most responsible of all the men present for the decision to initiate the plan known to them (and select individuals designated as Wartime Command Authorities) as Case Blue-Ryan.

As the gravity of their purpose began to penetrate his consciousness, Maltsev pondered the irony of the informality that reigned among these tyrant-functionaries—deference to, even acknowledgment of, martial rank and seniority of office were not observed. Within this exclusive and godlike fraternity wherein membership conferred dominion over strategic nuclear warfare, it was understood that strict adherence to chain of command conventions would be gauche, even vulgar; thus, a tangible equality prevailed among these architects of Mega-Death—not unlike that described by pagan scribes and poets as prevailed between Olympian deities or, perhaps more appropriate, the parity of status between the Luciferian cavalrymen of Scripture; ruthless beings prophesied to arrive in advance of God’s adversary, emergent before the vermillion fire of Hades, presaging apocalypse in the wake of shattered seals.

Maltsev was pleased that his hands did not tremble as he read aloud the protocol script that called upon the decision maker to initiate Case Blue-Ryan. He had devoted a three-day vacation (a princely luxury, in his estimation) to recreation and bonding with his bride and their young children, cloistered at Maltsev’s dacha—a sprawling yet not garish mansion in Sochi that had afforded him much needed peace of mind on these occasions. There was no reprieve, however, for Maltsev during this final retreat.

Remer had called upon him at the dacha, his presence exuding a sinister though invisible aura—Maltsev never failed to notice the fear and abject submission in his wife’s body language any time Remer was present. In the way intrinsic to women, Aisha Maltseva was a metaphysical weathervane, intuiting ruthlessness and malevolence in others. Remer wore his capacity for controlled violence on his sleeve—intuition, feminine or otherwise, was not needed to perceive it; the detachment and precision with which he both wore and employed it made an impression on those sensitive to such nuances.

On that day, Remer had walked with Maltsev in the garden, and had gifted him a leatherbound book, inscribed by its author: a theorist of Jihad, of political philosophy, of the histories of the races of men, all and sundry. Remer knew by his own legendary intuition that his comrade was an occulted Muslim. He knew what sort of appeal would fortify Maltsev to execute an order diabolical in consequence if not in deed, an order that would realize what up till then had been only speculation on the outcomes of game simulations—outcomes numeric and sanitized by euphemism.

Remer had divined Maltsev’s frailties—only an appeal to serve God unconditionally, issued forth by a killer of unimpeachable faith, could let Maltsev rationalize that within days his executive decision would culminate in hundreds of millions of the Mega-Dead. God’s will was Armageddon: to prostrate oneself before it was piety; anything else was cowardice and complicity in one’s own damnation.

On that day, Tamerlan Maltsev, Marshal of the Soviet Union, with an icy countenance born of certainty that he was acting as