DISCLAIMER AND STUFF:
I don't own Adventure Time or anything.
This one is by EONIC.
Just to be clear, this story (it will have multiple chapters) is really just a story about how the Great Mushroom War went down. There won't be a central plot, main characters, especially not Finn, Jake, Marceline, or any character from the show. It'll essentially be a telling of what led up to the Great Mushroom War, how it went down, and a little touching of what happened afterwards. For the record though, there will be some supernatural elements (vampires, zombies, etc.)...but not in Ooo.
[1300 HOURS, NOVEMBER EIGHTEENTH, 2023 | NORTH-WEST RUSSIAN-CHINESE BORDER]
Five Chengdu J-20 (Chinese fifth-generation fighter jets) flew along the Chinese side of the border, looking for anything suspicious.
"See anything?" Blossom 1 asked his fellow pilots.
"Yeah, there's a whale down there." Blossom 3 said, somewhat sarcastically. This job was extremely boring, as could be expect - day, after day, after day.
"Ha! Not your best work." Blossom 2 chimed.
"No, seriously. I see a whale." Blossom 3 insisted.
All of the pilots looked down, and saw, indeed, what appeared to be a whale on the ground, stranded among the steppes.
"What the hell?" Blossom 1 said, more to himself than his comrades. "What is it?"
"Let's take a look," Blossom 2 said.
All of the jets flew down low, and were surprised by what they saw. It was an airship - a large, militarized blimp. Painted completely black, in some sort of material that obviously hid it from radar, it could be mistaken for a large animal from the air. No more than 200 meters off the ground, the airship was moving slowly, trying to stay hidden in the shadows of the clouds.
"Is this Russian?" Blossom 3 asked.
"I don't know...probably." Blossom 1 replied.
"What do you think it's doing here?"
"How should I know? It's probably a spy balloon or something."
"A spy balloon?" Blossom 2 scoffed, "What is this, the forties?"
"To the Russians, maybe."
This got a good chuckle out of the pilots.
"HOLY S-" Blossom 3 shouted, getting cut off by exploding into a ball of fire.
Seven Russian Sukhoi PAK FAs roared by, guns blazing.
"They got fighters!" Blossom 2 informed his remaining comrade.
"Gee, you think?" Blossom 1 replied angrily and sarcastically, taking evasive maneuvers, to no avail. The last Blossom 2 saw of him was a large fireball crashing into the steppes below.
Blossom 2 went in low, trying to evade the faster and more agile Sukhois. Blossom 2 did a few flashy barrel rolls and looped around so he was behind a Russian fighter. He let off a few heat-seeking missiles, but the Sukhoi dropped a few flares, redirecting them. Several seconds later, the others were behind Blossom 2, giving him just enough time to make peace with God before he was turned into a flaming hunk of metal.
[1900 HOURS, NOVEMBER NINETEENTH, 2023 | MOSCOW, RUSSIA]
Prime Minister Timofei Kolesnikov of the Russian Federation sat comfortably in his chair as the Council of Ministers explained the situation and debated about it. A trio of nosy Chinese fighter jets had been shot down in their own airspace. Thankfully, they were unable to send a distress signal before they were destroyed, but it had still been a close call. They had to keep this under wraps...or bad, bad things would end up happening.
[1700 HOURS, NOVEMBER TWENTIETH, 2023 | WASHINGTON D.C., UNITED STATES OF AMERICA]
"As you can plainly see, Mister President," the Secretary of Defense explained to President Andrew 'Andy' Kane, "the Chengdus went down in Chinese airspace. This can only mean one of three thing: one, the Chinese were running training operations with live ammunition. Two, there was a case of mistaken identity between the Chinese fighters. Or three, there were foreign fighters in Chinese airspace."
The President thought a moment, rubbing his temples. "What business would foreign fighter jets have in China if they weren't the spearhead for an invasion force?" he asked.
"Our thoughts exactly, sir." the Secretary of Defense said, "But look at this..."
The Secretary pressed a button on a remote he was holding, and a satellite image appeared of the Chinese J-20s flying. No sign of other planes.
"What am I looking at?" the President inquired.
"First, there are absolutely NO other fixed-wing aircraft in this image." he explained.
"Your implying there may be some classified, experimental cloaking device being used by the foreign aircraft?"
"Eh, yes sir."
"Wait...fixed wing aircraft? You're saying there are helicopters or zeppelins in that picture?"
"Exactly, Mister President."
He pressed another button, and the photo zoomed in, a red circle appearing around a large shadow on the ground.
"We believe that the foreign fighters were escorting an airship of some sort."
"Why would they send an airship into foreign territory with an escort? What would the point be?"
"We aren't sure, Mister President. The FBI and CIA's best agents are on the case."
The president thought some more, but drew a blank. There was something extremely suspicious about this situation.
[0215 HOURS, DECEMBER FIFTH, 2023 | EASTERN TIBET]
The airship meandered slowly into the airfield, ever so carefully, as not to jumble it's cargo. It came to a stop as it was tied down, and several large crates were unloaded from it. Each crate was made of steel, with the words 'DANGER: BIOHAZARD' painted boldly in red on the top. Built into the mountains was a large, sturdy military complex, cleverly and neigh perfectly disguised. Armed guards were hidden everywhere, ready to evacuate the complex at the slightest sign of trouble.
An older man disembarked from the stealth airship, Russian. He was wearing what may be a general's uniform, with a peaked cap and tons of colorful medals and awards. As he reached a concealed doorway into the complex, he took out his phone and dialed a number. Into it, he said but six words.
"Operation Black Dragon Blossom is activated."