In order to "pacify" its newly acquired South African colony -- and ensure uninterrupted access to the country’s prodigious natural resources -- Great Britain invaded the Zulu kingdom in the early days of 1879, sending five heavily armed columns into the veldt country from converging directions. As fate would have it, the British commander in charge of containing the native revolt -- Lord Chelmsford -- was an arrogant blockhead who predicted his men would rout the "Fuzzy-Wuzzies" in a month’s time. But the Zulu were no rag-tag mob of savages: they were a highly organized society whose field armies were disciplined, tactically adept, and ferociously brave. While the redcoat columns groped blindly through the vast countryside, Zulu King Cteshwayo mobilized 40,000 well-trained warriors and cunningly maneuvered his formations to catch the invaders in situations which would negate the British advantage in firepower. On January 23, a Zulu impi of 20,000 men ambushed a British force of 2,000 at Ishndhlawana and killed 1,800 of them. It was the worst defeat ever suffered by a British colonial army, and another seven months of hard fighting were required before the Zulus were "pacified." Them then Zulu went to Rourke's Drift and according to the movie the Brits...a very small contingent I might add held them off.

As a top scientist for the Siberian Urinal and Cake Co. you discovered (quite by accident)
that urinal cakes could be converted to a powerful solid rocket propellent. Just what the government needed.
Your evil boss, Sasha Kutchakockov, once he learned of your discovery had you thrown to the dungeon cell where he fully expected you to languish away for the rest of time. Little did he know that you had friends that would risk all to see you got the cake credit. Head guard, Ivan Jackinov, slipped a pistol into your cell and now your breaking out to take back what is yours.