AN: I didn't actually watch the movie with a similar title, but it did inspire me to write this.
None of the characters are particularly themselves but it's still rather interesting...says another guy...uh...Chuck, yeah Chuck likes it.
Jori. Character death. Language.
Disclaimer: I do not own Victorious, but I can dream.
It's been one year since the Derg invaded Earth. The Jackal people, or mongrels as the mass populous calls them, came for our planet but didn't need or want us. Hell, we're food to them…
"Enemy flyers!" The loud bellow sends the troops observing L.A. from a hill top into cover.
As you would expect their weapons are more advanced, but not necessarily more effective…just prettier when they shoot. They die easily enough but they caught us off-guard; our bases and capitals were all but wiped from existence, leaving a scattered resistance that quickly fell back into the countryside when they took our cities.
Then they began unloading those damn carriers; massive vessels filled with soldiers, equipment, supplies, and Mechs; tanks with legs. Their plan is to overwhelm us, but they have no idea how dangerous we can be when we're desperate…
"We're ready to launch, sir!"
Sorry, but it's time to show them… Jamison will take over for me.
"See ya' on the other side, Lieutenant." Colonel Marlo straps in and prepares to launch.
"Sir." I salute him. It had been an honor to serve under him for this past year of fighting.
He initiates the final activation protocol and presses the button. As the signal is sent to the booster the rocket engine is engaged and the metal tube launches from its hiding spot in a small canyon. The colonel uses the full array of maneuvering equipment to keep the rocket on course for the ship and away from enemy countermeasures. As the warhead flies it's modified dirty MOAB payload arms.
Enemy targeting can't keep up with the projectile as it streaks toward the carrier currently unloading troops and supplies. The Colonel opens the mic,
"Fuuuucckkkkk Yoouuu!" The rocket slams into the carrier at Mach forty. The hyper reinforced nose slices through the vessel for several feet leaving a massive steel ass hanging off the side of the ship, one second later the hodgepodge payload of an undersized nuclear core strapped to a MOAB detonates. A sea of fire engulfs the side of the ship as the explosion tears apart a fair chunk of it, however the real damage is the secondary explosions that begin to cascade throughout the ship. What's left of the scrap metal falls to the earth killing anything that survived the original blast wave.
It doesn't take long for Derg radiation cleanup crews to dispatch once the spike of radiation was detected by a network of jackal satellites in low orbit.
As the ship falls a young officer much closer to the city prepares for the next stage of this campaign,
"Captain West, get your birds up here!" Major Vega barks the command as she moves off her little hill.
"Yes, ma'am." The captain pushes down on the stick, the solid black Attack Cobra with a red rose painted on the side pitches forward as the engine roars. The other nineteen aerial vehicles follow as quickly as possible, though only the other cobra can match its speed.
"Captain Harris, give me a sit rep." She's still moving down the hill as she contacts her western flank commander.
"That explosion is certainly drawing their attention, but they'll be back in form in no time, ma'am."
"As soon as West gets here you can begin to fall back, so make damn sure you have a lane." She's now approaching her command tent.
"Yes, ma'am."
"Lieutenant Shapiro, Sergeant Valentine, prepare my tank. West is approaching." The two are at full attention as she makes her way inside.
"Ma'am!" They hastily depart.
"Corporal Vega, are you ready yet?"
"Yeah, I'm still not sure this is a good idea, sis."
"Trina, we need you to do this. I know you haven't had a chance to use it before but there is no time to worry about that now. That thing could change the way we fight and even win this for us."
"I thought Beck's bombs were going to do that?"
"Those are only the beginning, we need you to clean them up afterword." She grabs an assault rifle and heads out of the tent as she answers.
"Fine, but if this thing messes up my hair I'll park it in your ass."
"You'll have to talk to Captain West about that, I think she likes my ass just the way it is." She grins at the thought of what her captain would do to the corporal at the same time as she makes her way to her waiting Abrams.
"Whatever, Major."
As she finishes talking to her older sister, currently located several miles behind the front, twenty silhouettes streak overhead headed toward the city. She grins as she spots the rose at the lead and then jumps up onto one of only four tanks in her attack column. The column slowly moves toward the outskirts of the enemy artillery range.
The choppers near the enemy position, anti-air begins to pepper the sky. A Huey isn't fast enough to avoid a round that rips it down the center. The rotor flies at a sparrow that pulls up just in time to have a long scar scrap the bottom of Lieutenant (Beck)'s tiny chopper. Several others meet a grim fate as the incoming fire becomes more intense.
When they reach the enemy's position six of the choppers continue onward as the remaining seven loiter to soften the fortifications for the Major's charge. One of the remaining helicopters takes a hit causing it to destabilize and head for the ground. The pilot maintains some control as he tilts the blades toward the ground,
"I'm not going alone!" He screams into the mic as he detonates the high explosives on board right above a fortified wall. The force of the explosion sends the rotor into the enemy forces, the spinning death wheel dismembers several fleeing soldiers before it impacts the ground and crushes a mech.
Captain West and her attack group continue behind the line, narrowly avoiding incoming fire. She loses two more to the thick anti-air before she finds their primary objectives; H3 fuel depot, communication center, armory, and an air field.
A retro-fitted Chanel Five News chopper now armed with twin Browning fifties and a homemade missile heads for the fuel depot. It releases its payload only to have it seemingly fail to engage, until its several feet above the street then the rocket engine roars to life and sends the projectile careening toward the depot. It follows the street un-accosted, the anti-air can't target the low flying object, then slams into the massive fuel station resulting in an enormous wave of blue fire erupting high into the sky. The News breaks off to target the air field, while its onboard audio-visual equipment relays the engagement back to a relay station for further analysis.
The second cobra heads for the com center. It takes a hit and begins to smoke, but the pilot still maintains control. The blinking fuel gauge tells her that this bird isn't retuning to base so she lets lose the main gun and begins to exhaust her arsenal as she continues toward her target, rockets and missiles streak toward various non-critical targets, hoping to soften the enemy for the final push. As she nears the target she locks onto the center and presses the stick full forward right before she leaps out onto a rooftop. The stick drops back, but the helicopter continues it's now destabilized flight into the com center. Seconds later the timer detonates the high explosives onboard, causing what was assumed to be a com center to begin a series of secondary explosions. In reality it was a base fitted with its own fuel, vehicles, and weapons stockpile.
The Rose leads the Sparrow and its payload of two 5KpxII bombs (each with the same explosive equivalent as five thousand pounds of TNT) toward the armory. The lieutenant keeps pace with the captain as she dodges enemy fire; yawling left, right and performing maneuvers that were not recommended for a helicopter. The Rose's ranged arsenal is expended cracking the final defenses before they reach the juiciest target on the mission rooster. The Sparrow soars forward to deliver its twin furies, Captain West covers its approach with the nose gun. Beck releases the bombs as he performs a one eighty. With the bombs descending he pushes the little chopper to its maximum possible velocity. The detonations shake the earth while the weapons storage facility is removed form existence.
Defending their exit with her dwindling chain-gun ammo Captain West takes point. Jade catches sight of the pilot on the rooftop and descends to scoop her up, she didn't bring a co-pilot in order to increase speed. As she's descending an enemy projectile barrels toward her, in a split second decision Beck drops his sparrow into the projected path and absorbs the hit. He saves the Rose and crew but his tiny, nearly unarmored bird is removed from the sky in a ball of hellish fire.
"Beecckkkkk!" Jade screams as the metal wreckage drops to the street below.
"Ma'am? We need to go! Ma'am!"
"I know." She breaks their current position and heads back to the front with tears streaming down her face. The News falls in behind her after exhausting its own ammo supply, of course there isn't much of a landing zone left for the enemy's flyers.
That is if any of them actually survive their engagement with the Steel Hawks, fighter pilots under the command of Colonel Sikowitz the One Day Triple Ace(he downed fifteen enemy aircraft in only one day).The Steel Hawks had been dispatched to draw off the enemy fighters so that Colonel Marlo wouldn't have to evade them as well.
The loitering helicopters have reduced much of the entry point's fortifications to ruble and corpses, at only a cost of two more birds. The retuning choppers streak past, heading back to the mobile refueling and ammo depot (MRAAD) just up the road. The others follow, they also require a reload and a refueling.
At this the Major orders her battalion forward while standing inside the portal, half of her was exposed while the other half was shielded by steel.
"Andre, initiate Delta Six." As she speaks she throws up a hand to the approaching rose. Tori can't see it but Jade nods to her, still with tears running down her face. As they fly over she notices the lack of a sparrow and knows what has occurred. Instead of showing any emotion she hardens her resolve and focuses on the fight ahead.
The battalion, mostly consisting of retro-fitted civilian vehicles (including an eighties station-wagon with a grenade launcher mount wielded to the roof and a rocket drum wielded to the side), makes its way onto the battlefield proper. All vehicles present charge in a dead run past the kill zone of the enemy's artillery.
The Major maintains a lethal calm as the shelling starts. Balls of energy arc from the city and impact the ground with rolling lightning. But still she simply remains perfectly calm. The two soldiers holding sniper rifles on the back of the tank aren't as calm, but remain silent as their commander stares onward.
Major Vega felt a shiver run down her spine, but didn't break her focus. This battle was too important for that now.
AN: I hope this entertained someone, because if it did then I have succeeded as a fanfiction writer. I hope you'll stick around for later chapters... }:{)
-May Dread watch over you-