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Before you guys say anything, Der Führer's name has been changed from Marks to Willensstark. (iron will)
You guys will also see a resemblence between some events in the story and what has happened.
Enjoy!
Prologue- Operation: Vorboten (Harbinger)
Naval Orbital Dock Residence in geosynchronous orbit of the garrison world Remnant, December 7th 2641, 04:23 hours(STANDARD MILITARY CALENDER)
"I hate this place."
A man banged his fist against the counter.
"Will you shut up? God knows how many times you've said that," the other security guard said.
"So? They should put up a sign that says 'Welcome to Dullsville'. This is supposed to be the largest military installation in this section of the USA. You got this massive orbital dock in geosynchronous orbit, and a massive garrison, and yet guess what? Nothing happens. You even have that top secret R&D facility 22BA6C with all those funky experiments."
"Uh huh," the other guard looked at the bottom of his empty Styrofoam cup. "I'm gonna go get some more coffee. Want some?"
"Yeah, sure. Whatever."
The guard left and he looked at the screens. A warning popped up at the radar screen.
"What in-"
His eyes bulged and he hit the alarm. He hit the com switch.
"All personnel, report to battle stations. I repeat, report to battle stations on the double. This is not a drill. I repeat: This is not a drill. There are unidentified spacecraft inbound.”
The other guard opened the door and ran in.
“I leave and look what happens! What the crap is goin’ on?” He asked.
An explosion shook the room.
“As soon as you left, tunnelgates began popping up around Remnant. Capital-Ship classes used by the EFN began exiting tunnelspace. With all things considered, I didn’t think it was a good sign.”
“Come on, we need to get moving. General Mason is gonna want an explanation.”
The fleet exited tunnelspace and began moving into attack positions around the planet. The 6 carriers began launching all their fighters and bombers.
The flagship Fiendhammer (Foehammer) began leading an attack by first pounding the Residence with its massive 275mm quad cannons and then launching a wave of missiles. Ships began leaving the orbital dock and moving in towards the enemy fleet. Anti-orbital guns on the planet began firing at the fleet.
The EFN fleet fired a volley of railgun shots. Only a handful of shots hit, but they managed to tear a long section of the Residence clean off. An EFN siege ship fired a round and it went cleanly through the station, and through the reactor block. The Tri-core fusion reactors exploded and vaporized the rest of the station.
United Systems Aerospace Corps NW-227 multirole single ship 3B9RC “Boss”, battle over garrison world Remnant, December 7th, 2641 6:25 hours(STANDARD MILITARY CALENDER)
Flying with out my coffee. I’m not exactly the happiest man right now.
Col. Peter “Boss” Anderson was one of the best pilots stationed at Remnant base. He has been awarded every medal in the USAC and his unit was awarded the Presidential Unit Citation for their actions at the Beta Centauri incident, when rebels caught them with their pants down, and they had saved thousands of civilians’ lives.
He was flying in the new Nightwing-227 multirole single ship. It could be configured to excel excellently at recon, dog fighting, escorting, and anything you can think of. It excels especially at bombing, because its underside missile bay can be removed to become a bomb bay capable of holding two 55 kiloton nuclear warheads.
He turned on the unit wide comm. channel and inserted a small chip into the single ship’s computer.
“Ok, follow me on our first run. Our target is an enemy Lazarus-class carrier. We are ordered to detonate a 55 kiloton nuke to destroy this enemy carrier. A planet-based ion cannon will take the shield out, and then Blackjack, drop a nuke close to the bridge and arm it with detonate-on-impact. The rest of us will provide cover,” Boss explained.
“How big are these carriers? And who are these-“
“We got bogies!”
As they approached the carrier, it began divulging its fighters. Boss and the rest of his unit began opening up with their 25mm cannons. Three enemy fighters exploded and another one began spiraling out of control and eventually detonated.
He then opened the Nightwing’s underside and launched a missile from the rack. A fighter maneuvered skillfully and detonated harmlessly across the carrier’s shield.
The Ion cannon fired and took out the shield.
They flew towards the enemy bridge while trying to avoid the point defense guns.
“Warhead armed. Preparing to laun- Ahhh!” Blackjack screamed as a point defense gun shredded the cockpit and engines.
“Blackjack! All fighters break off! Break off the attack!”
As they attempted to get away, the remains of Blackjack’s singleship crashed into the carrier and the nuke detonated, destroying the carrier and the rest of the unit.
Empire of Fascist Nations Revenant-class Battle cruiser, Flagship Feindhammer, Aftermath of the battle at Remnant, December 7th, 2641 12:23 hours(STANDARD MILITARY CALENDER)
The EFN fleet had destroyed the anti-orbital guns with precision. They quickly mopped up the remains of the USSC fleet at Remnant and savored their victory.
“Lieutenant, I wish to speak with Der Führer immediately.”
“Jawohl!” Was the Lieutenant’s reply. Yes, sir!
Admiral Bjorn Marks thought about this “win.”
They had won, but at a great cost. Over half the battle fleet had been destroyed and a fourth of it was severely damaged. His ship had lost all of its bottom decks and also has to run on the secondary reactor.
Der Führer appeared on the view screen.
Everyone on the bridge immediately saluted and said, “Heil Willensstark!” Hail Willensstark!
“Guten Tag, mein Führer,” Marks replied. Good day, my Leader.
“How goes the Battle, Admiral?” Willensstark asked.
“We are victorious. The enemy military presence has been terminated!” The bridge crew cheered.
“Gut. Use the rest of the fleet and bombard the planet. I want nobody left alive. No witnesses. Do you hear me?”
“But sir, there are civilians down there!”
“You listen, admiral. Casualties of war, Marks. You even think about disobeying a direct order and I will send the Gestapo.”
“Jawohl… Mein Führer,” Marks could barely form the words.
The view screen shut off.
A hard lump formed in the back of his throat as he looked at the rest of the bridge, who looked as shocked as he was.
“You heard him,” his voice was weak, “Inform the fleet. Begin the orbital bombardment.”
This post has been edited by Doomtrooper45: 06 March 2007 - 07:25 PM
