[ EU ] It 's time for the Russian revolution , complete with light-sabers . This is ... Tsar Wars !

“ Did you hear that? ” Lev asked his companion, Ratimir. “ They shot down the engine cab! We ’ ll be destroyed! This is madness. ” Ratimir only barked in response. 
 As soldiers rushed past, Lev bemoaned “ There ’ ll be no escape for the General this time. ” 
 
 The rebels crouched down around crates and boxes, watching the door slowly get breached. Soon enough, the snow flurried in, and with it, Imperial soldiers. The cracking of guns echoed across the train, and men died, screaming, on both sides. 
 Suddenly, Ratimir bounded off, and in the direction of the battle, no less. Lev chased after. Little did he know that Ratimir had turned into a side chamber, and a man with wild hair was tying a roll of paper around the dog ’ s massive neck. 
 Lev wandered the train despondently as bullets whizzed through the air. Suddenly, Ratimir sprang at him from around a corner. The huge dog barked triumphantly, then dashed back the way he came, leaving Lev to chase after. They came to a door, and crossed into the caboose. Then, before Lev could shout, Ratimir pulled the pin from the coupling, disconnecting the caboose from the rest of the train. As the rest of the locomotive disappeared into the distance, Lev slumped against the wall, disheartened. 
 
 The rebels were losing the battle. Most were dead or fled. With another burst of wind-blown snow, a new figure entered the train through the shattered door. His robes billowing around him, the towering man smirked through his enormous beard when he saw the battleground before him. An officer ran up to him. 
 
 “ The plans are not in the General ’ s chambers. ” The tall man looked around and saw a living rebel. Grabbing the horrified man by the neck, he lifted him into the air. 
 
 “ Where are the plans you stole? ” He demanded while the rebel gasped for breath. 
 
 `` We received… no plans! Agh! This is a… diplomatic envoy! ” 
 
 “ If this is a diplomatic envoy, where is the ambassador?! ” He squeezed harder, and the rebel gasped, then went limp. The man tossed the body aside, and turned to the soldiers around him. “ Tear this train apart until you ’ ve found those plans. And bring me the General. I want him alive! ” 
 
 Soon a soldier returned. “ I ’ ve found him, my lord. ” The soldiers pushed the man into the room. His eyes glinted maliciously under his glasses. 
 
 “ Rasputin! I should have known. I could smell the must from a mile away. ” 
 
 “ Don ’ t play games with me, Trotsky! Stolen documents were brought aboard this train before you departed Petrograd. Where are they? ” 
 
 “ I don ’ t know what you ’ re talking about, ” General Trotsky said defiantly. “ I am simply a diplomat heading to Germany… ” 
 
 “ You are part of the Red Army, and a traitor to the tsar! Take him away. ” 
 
 “ Hold him is dangerous. It could foment sympathy among the workers, ” one of the officers advised Rasputin as they returned to the military trucks they had chased the train in. 
 
 “ He ’ s the only link we have to the rebel base. ” 
 
 “ He ’ ll die before he tells you anything. ” 
 
 “ Leave that to me. ” 
 
 “ Lord Rasputin! ” A man ran up. “ The plans are not aboard the train. However, the caboose was disconnected during the fight. ” 
 
 “ He must have put the plans on there. Dispatch a regiment in trucks back down the rails to retrieve them. ” 
 
 “ Yes, my lord! ” 

