A New Chess Board
(*Authors Note: Refresher Course – Let’s define terms.
Nord = North; Tur = Door; Verein = Organization; Varang = Varangian; Bratva = Brotherhood; Hetman = Chieftain; Rus = People of Russia; Simeons = Deuteronomy 33:1-29)
The New Varangians – Chapter 1.
When the “NordTurVerein” was established centuries ago, the Scandinavian branch (NordTur), was based in the city of Uppsala, Sweden. There the Directors of the NordTur adopted a Viking spiritual shrine – “The Gamla Uppsala” – as their operations center and used it like the Viking long houses in which their legendary forebearers – Ragnar, Erik and Lief – would hold court and decide which new lands they would “go Viking” in. To “go Viking” was to mount a military raid for plunder. “Viking” was an activity, a verb – meaning “to raid”. It was not meant to be an ethnic identifier or tribal label – but it eventually took on that meaning.
The storied history of the Vikings led to their forging alliances with peoples known as the Rus – modern day Russians – and Varangians, a proto- Slavic–Nordic hybrid tribe based in Kievan Rus, modern-day Northwest Ukraine. The Varangians were led by a famous (Nordic) Chieftain or “Hetman” – Rurik the Great – who presided over the famous mass baptisms of thousands of Eastern Slavs into the Orthodox Christian Faith. These baptisms were conducted on the banks of the Dnieper River by battalions of Orthodox Priests from Byzantium – all under the watchful eyes of Ruriks’ crack bowmen. It was a simple choice for the Slavs – accept Christ in the water or die floating in it with an arrow through your chest.
The Scandinavian branch – the NordTur – eventually evolved into great financiers and industrialists. The Russian branch – the BratvaRus – wove itself into a country that would eventually become a major world economic and military power – the Soviet Union and, later, the Russian Federation.
The Varangian branch remained a Tribe – the BratvaVarang. It was a Brotherhood not identified with any particular country but, rather, defined by their exclusive Slavic Bloodlines and devotion to Orthodox Christianity. A Slavic Knights Templar. They excelled in all things military. Warfare was their primary occupation. Their successes on battlefields throughout the centuries – sometimes fighting for their own agenda, sometimes fighting as Byzantine or Russian mercenaries – brought them great wealth. In the twentieth century, Gold was their seed capital for two of their own major Swiss Banks in Zurich and at least three world-class financial management corporations in that country. Their current asset wealth is measured in the hundreds of Billions. The miracle of “Compound Interest” propelled them to staggering heights of prosperity.
By the twentieth century these three “Confederated” organizations – the NordTur, the BratvaRus and the BratvaVerang – were an alliance of immense wealth and power, a force to be reckoned with by any Asian, European or New World country. Their money was invested in gigantic industrial conglomerates – steel, uranium, heavy water and nuclear power generation. They held virtual monopolies in pharmaceutical, health and technological research companies – medical diagnostics, telecommunications, cell phones and satellites. World-wide shipping fleets crossed the globe under their management and flying an assortment of national flags. The Boards of Directors of these companies were chaired by inter-married and intertwined NordTurVerein brethren. The three “Brotherhoods” – or Bratva – combined amassed awesome real estate holdings, castles, art collections and international influence.
But slowly, inexorably, their “Confederation” became less of an informal alliance of men with common interests and became factions of competitors struggling to maintain traditional allegiances and squabbling over turf and financial dominance. The world, it seems, had outgrown the old military-might-enforced-mercantilist paradigm and transmogrified itself into one amorphous pool of trans-national market capital. Gone were the old ways and strategic raison-d-Etre of their alliance – the “three legs of a milking stool” – that was the NordTurVerein. The three factions unstoppably drifted apart, each pursuing their own interests. They needed each other less and less.
All human constructs wither and die. The NordTurVerein had a very profitable, multi-century run. And now it was over.
By the twenty-first century, the Russian Federation was calling the shots at BratvaRus – and wasn’t about to accept them as a competing partner inside their Kremlin nerve center. The order was given: BratvaRus is to be absorbed into the bosom of Mother Russia. After Nuclear Bombs detonated in New York City and Iran, risk assessments were too dire not to consolidate all power in Russian sovereign state hands. National interests drove the future now – and the United States of America wasn’t done screaming for blood. Russia was playing its cards close to its vest. It was keeping its powder dry. There simply was no room in Russia for a parallel power cabal of extremely wealthy and influential men. It was the Kremlin’s way – or the Gulag. The nuclear genie was out of the bottle – and would never again be contained in it. America’s action against Iran had established a new 21st Century benchmark: nuclear weapons are a viable option. The world’s long hiatus since Hiroshima was over. Russia vowed never to be caught with its pants down.
The NordTur was in a similar existential quandary.
Scandinavian industry, commerce and technological research and development was in the throes of a consolidation the likes of which had never been seen in the North. And there, too, national interests – Scandinavian Interests – were driving their survival strategy. Keeping on the neutral side of the ledger in the eyes of the United States was becoming difficult. Finesse was required at every turn. International relations became a painful balancing act – especially with a well-armed China lurking in the background, licking its chops for Taiwan. NordTur tacked its sails and adapted to this new world reality. It embraced a Scandinavian future.
Question:
Where did this all leave the BratvaVarang?
Answer:
An Orphan.
As the one Confederation member without a “National” affiliation, they were flying under a Pirate flag. Men without a country. Their Tribe was, for centuries, their own “Country“. But those nuclear explosions changed everything. When the NordTur and BratvaRus went their own way – retrenching, folding themselves back into the comfortable wombs of their mother countries – the BratvaVarang floundered. The BratvaVerang was a Tribe – an idea. It needed a national “Parent” – geographic anchor. Granted, BratvaVerang “Brothers” were born in diverse European countries and were citizens of those countries. They could have gone back. Citizenship wasn’t the issue. Their continued relevance as a unified block – a cohesive, centralized Brotherhood to be reckoned with – was their existential crisis.
Throughout history the BratvaVarang had moved effortlessly from country to country, drifting across the amorphous and ever-changing Eastern European landscape. It was easy to meander through tried-and-true highways and byways from principality to principality waging war and forging outcomes that enhanced their fortunes – politically and financially. Those were the Glory days. But the world had changed. The BratvaVarang became – increasingly – Gypsies, operating as free-agents for factions in countries that had new and more powerful options, all made worse by technology. The BratvaVerang had assets and reputation – but their clientele was shrinking. Their “business model” was dated. Most formative Eastern European struggles had been fought – and decided. Borders were fixed. NATO surveillance was everywhere. The BratvaVerang was increasingly regarded as a relic from another time – an anachronism. Brute force throwbacks from another age.
Igor Tmoshyenko, Chief Hetman of the BratvaVarang penned a written plea for help to Heinlen, addressing it to the “Consecrated Hetman of the Varangian Kievan Rus and Scion of Rurik the Great through his father’s Danish Blood” .
Nearly 15,000 BratvaVarang “Vaeringjar” – or “Men who pledged fealty to Orthodox Christianity and their Slavic Blood” – looked to Heinlen for answers. He never realized the full import of what his Consecration by Metropolitan Krysk of the Ecumenical Patriarchy of Constantinople and Cardinal Sechelle-Bellocq of the Vatican meant to the BratvaVarang. They believed in his Consecration as Gospel truth – Heinlen was the true Hier and Successor to Simon Magus and the Great Hetman, Rurik.
In their hearts and minds they believed that if anyone could rescue them from their existential predicament in this crazy, new world order, it was Heinlen. At a personal meeting shortly after Heinlen received his letter, the Grey-bearded Igor Timoshyenko, Hetman of the BratvaVarang, conceded to him with tears in his eyes:
“I am old now. They look to you, Oh Consecrated one!”
Heinlen whispered under his breath – “Dear Jesus, Help Me.”
Somewhat stupefied, he consulted his mystical (Internet-to-the Beyond) “Grimoire of Simon Magus”. Using the Ivory stylus to scribe his request inside its cover, Heinlein wrote the words:
“How can I reorient, repurpose and preserve the BratvaVarang in these changing times – and who should I appoint to Command it?
Surprising answers appeared on the first internal page immediately. An almost exclusively Slavic Eastern European country on the Balkan Peninsula, and the name of a BratvaVarang Major he’d served with at the side of Simon Magus in Valdai, Russia. The country was the most unlikely place he could have imagined – but the more he mulled it over in his mind, the more he saw that it was an inspired choice. The man suggested for Command was also a clever selection.
The Country the was Montenegro. The Commanding Officer candidate was Major Stjepan Markovic.
Why were these choices so astute – so perfect?
Major Stjepan Markovic served with Simon Magus, Longinus and himself in a major assault on an Estate in Valdai, Russia where they rescued a girl named Katya from Vampyres who needed a special blood factor she possessed. Heinlen saw then that Markovic was absolutely fearless – the consummate military leader. And he knew Vampyres – and how to track and kill them. He was a brutal adversary.
And Montenegro?
Montenegro circa 2027 was facing its own overwhelming existential challenges. Rampant drug crime and heroin distribution through an entrenched Albanian Mafia, white slave trade, Roma Gangs, illegal African “midnight” immigration along their broad Adriatic Sea coastline, a collapsing economy and a class of woefully inept politicians and bureaucratic managers unable to deal with it all. Targeted investment of Billions in BratvaVarang finance could jump-start movement in key sectors of the Montenegrin economy slowly right their financial ship. They could balance their national budget – an act which would cement the BratvaVarang forevermore as their benefactors.
Montenegro’s desperate need for BratvaVarang-style talent, assets, military discipline and organizational expertise was an international open secret. Their population and political classes were under siege by lawlessness, smuggling, inflation, drugs, human trafficking and organized crime. Their society was crying out for a savior like the BratvaVarang and its suitcases full of business connections and investment capital. The Vaeringjar would be handsomely rewarded with landed estates, commercial opportunities, citizenship, status and rank in Montenegrin society. In no time at all the BratvaVarang would be running their own car dealership chains, telecommunications companies, security services, manufacturing firms – all employing Montenegrins eager to earn a fair wage.
Finally – and most significantly – Montenegro had no single tribal or ethnic identity; it was a multi-ethnic conglomeration of Eastern Orthodox Christians – Serbians, Croats, Bosnians, and Russians. Although its people weren’t ethnically uniform, they all existed peacefully together inside their 5360 square mile Balkan country. They were respectful, tolerant, religious and generally peaceful. Montenegrins also were hard workers and careful with their money. These were the very ethnic derivations that comprised most of the BratvaVarang. They were brothers and sisters in blood and faith.
As a selfish aside, Montenegro was geographically close to Switzerland. Heinlen could have access to whatever quantities of BratvaVarang operatives he needed at any given time. Whatever missions he would undertake – he’d have crack BratvaVarang warriors backing him up. He’d have his own private army solidly ensconced inside a country less than five hours away by helicopter from Hyne Haus in Switzerland.
Heinlen’s first call was to the Papal Nuncio in Zurich, who immediately put him through to Roman Catholic Cardinal Sechelle-Bellocq. He next called Metropolitan Krysk of the Ecumenical Patriarchy of Constantinople. His personal legal Consiglieri Peter Xiang-Li and his Swiss lawyer, Doctor Albrecht Beuline were “unchained” – let loose to barnstorm the deal to completion. There were more phone calls and – obviously encrypted – conversations that carried over the next few days. Money, money and more money – the “Fragrant Grease” of all big business deals – lubricated the process from start to finish. It was like the Gold Rush in 1849 California for everybody that had to sign off on it. Everybody got a “piece”.
Finally, Heinlen got the word from Dr. Beuline –
Montenegro was a “Go”.
The New Mission
The Vatican – almost within line-of-sight of the Montenegrin Coastline across the Adriatic Sea – was delighted. Italy was delighted. Switzerland stood to reap enormous rewards from Montenegrin investments in Pharmaceutical and Construction projects. Bond issues were immediately floated by Montenegro for rail extensions, a steel mill, industrial development, high-tech research – the possibilities were unlimited and even investors from the City of London financial giants sought entre. Montenegro was now poised to leverage their new connections and wealth to transform itself into a Monaco on the Adriatic Sea. A playground for the rich and famous – and a haven for capitalism.
It was the very essence of a Win-Win deal.
The NordTur and BratvaRus probably choked on their dinner when they learned of it – but the move was swift and final. The Montenegrin Parliament, President and Prime Minister all signed off on the documents in a record-whirlwind seven-day period. Their personal “Gratuity” envelopes bulged with Euros. The Vatican, France and Italy sent immediate letters of congratulations, as did Serbia, Croatia, Bosnia, Greece and Switzerland.
Heinlen was now a powerbroker and international rockstar. The Swiss Government took note and invited him to become sit on the Board of the Bank of International Settlements. Bayer Banque also asked him to sit on their advisory Council for Eastern European Investments.
He rejected both appointments.
Why?
Because Heinlen was plagued by two questions that his “Cop Sense” told him he already had the answers for:
Why do Vampyres continue to be so powerful, so wealthy and carcinogenic in todays’ world?
Answer: They have help. Human help. Spiritual help. Luciferian help and inside information. Like any enemy – they were dangerous because they were informed and had allies.
And,
Why were abductions and murders of Catholic and Christian children skyrocketing across the Globe?
Heinlen vowed this this to be his next Mission. It was time to use his BratvaVarang influence and deep familiarity with Vampyres to expand his focus…it was time to kick their asses on an industrial scale. It was time to drive them – and their human support network of “Familiars” – into Hell where they belonged. Heinlen knew there was a human infrastructure feeding them young victims – Christian children – in return for money and “benefits”. Bartering Gold and political influence for never-ending Adrenochrome supplies tortured out of human offspring by Vampyres. There was a corrosive element of humankind that was selling out their fellow man. And this had been going on for centuries.
It was Simon Magus who first opened Heinlen’s eyes to it all. The chief architects of this human suffering were a Levantine Tribe of Simeon Khazars.
The Simeon Khazars’ hatred of Christians was visceral and schooled into them by libraries of arcane books written in their own language that they studied night and day. They believed themselves superior because they had an unspeakable, malevolent ally guiding them and making them ever more prosperous, century after century – from the dawn of time:
The Old Testament God.
Throughout the centuries they were shunned everywhere they wandered – recognized by their distinctive clothing and long side head curls. The head curls came from carved depictions of Baal in ancient ruins – the Assyrian God of Human Sacrifice – whom they revered. Some Simeon Khazars prayed to him as Moloch. Medieval Christians called Simeon Khazar Temples “the Synagogue of Satan”. Simeon Khazars had an unquenchable, irrational hatred of Christians, and European legends held that they practiced blood-centric rituals that required the blood of Christian children.
Simeon Khazars were outcasts, and they partnered throughout history with other outcast communities that were equally hated by Western Culture: the Roma (also known as “Gypsies”) and banished criminals. The Medieval legends about Roma abducting Christian children originate in these supposed affiliations. In old Europe it was an article of faith that Roma stole Christian children to earn money – and that their exclusive clientele were Simeon Khazars. These transactions were said to have evolved into a pervasive network of “Familiars” who craved Simeon Khazar gold and were eager to do their cursed bidding. With the advent of the illicit – and extremely profitable – Adrenochrome craze in the Twentieth Century, the Simeon Khazars abandoned all restraint as a new, more powerful, alliance took the center stage in their malevolent world:
Vampyres.
The ability of Vampyres to harvest Adrenochrome is unsurpassed. It is triggered by the hyper-terrified and morbidity-stimulated adrenal glands of pre-pubescent children in the death throes of torture. Vampyres drained these small, pathetic vessels like farm animals – and Simeon Khazars acted as middlemen for Vampyres to sell the Adrenochrome to exclusive cabals of Aristocratic deviants who worshipped Lucifer. The Simeon Khazars were paid twice – once for procuring the children and then received a hefty percentage for facilitating Adrenochrome sales to the well-heeled buyers. Simeon Khazars – through their Roma contacts and scores of other greedy “Familiars” – pipelined an endless stream of Christian children for Vampyric Adrenochrome harvesting in return for obscene profits. Vampyres regarded these children as mere “Bloodbags” and drank their fill after Adrenochrome harvesting was completed. The lifeless husks of these murdered human “Pupa” (as they called them) were cast into crevasses or ravines like garbage. Some were even processed into animal feed for pigs – another revenue stream for the Demonic enablers.
Heinlen and Roman Catholic Cardinal Seychelle-Ballocq, Director of the Vatican Oversight Committee for the Gendarmerie and Papal Secret Intelligence Directorate, had a lengthy and confidential face-to-face conference about this all in Rome. At his request, His Eminence, the Pope, issued to Heinlen a Roman Catholic “Remit” (or in Latin – “Remittere”) to:
“Hunt and mete out Justice to all persons and /or entities that conduct and /or facilitate the Worldwide abduction of Catholic and Orthodox Children to cause them harm and /or death in the furtherance of their Luciferian goals.”
Soon, the Orthodox Patriarchate of Constantinople signed on to the Roman Catholic Papal “Remit”, giving their official Orthodox Christian blessing to the assignment.
Heinlen had his Orders, his Paladins – and his BratvaVarang army. The weak links in the Vampyre’s Adrenochrome business model were its human “Familiars”. And to them, War was coming.
Heinlen was ready. Once he choked-off their Adrenochrome supply the Vampyres would be revealed, slaughtered, and ended once and for all. The Simeon Khazars were target number one.
The Cross was coming for its enemies. A Reckoning was nigh.
Heinlen couldn’t resist repeating the oath that his old friend, Longinus, declared at times like this:
“Dio Gracias, Deus Vult!”
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Copyright – 2026, Jon Croft
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Copyright, 2026 – Jon Croft
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Email: vlchek1@gmail.com
