World of the Titans
Sunday, 16 December
Chapter 1:
*Mr. President, I understand your concern, but my job is to keep you safe no matter what. I cannot allow you to travel to Nevada to see the Dreadnaught in action. It would put you in grave danger.*
The radio hissed and then cut off. On Friday there were strange sightings in San Francisco, of monsters and mythical beings. The president and his staff shrugged them off as more attempts for short-lived fame by a group of people. Then on Saturday, it happened. It was as if space itself was ripped open so that these beasts could rampage on Earth. They came pouring out endlessly. Immediate military action was authorized and army was mobile. Three tank divisions were demolished by the monsters, leaving only nine tank squads left to assist the 12,000 men and women of the U.S army and national guard. Similar attacks, though not as devastating, have taken place in London, Paris, Rome, New Delhi, and Moscow. An emergency meeting has been called by the U.N and it was agreed that these monsters were enemies of the human race, and that all of the world's countries are obliged to fight them until not a single one remains. The president of the United States of America has recently authorized naval bombardments of San Francisco, and the use of a prototype machine called the Dreadnaught. The Dreadnaught is about as long as school bus and as wide as an average two-story home. It's armament consists of sixteen 50. caliber machine guns, six 108 mm canons, and 20 hatches with mounted M60E4 LMG's. It is also capable of detonating a WMD, if needed. It can reach a top speed of 120 miles per hour and can traverse any terrain, including water. The armor is nearly impenetrable. As it is the most expensive war machine built by man, the best quality equipment was put in to it. This includes a titanium-steel alloy with a very thin layer of diamond covering it, and to top it all off, a one of the kind, prototype laser shield, able to absorb energy bursts, extreme temperatures, and shockwaves. The Dreadnaught was on its way to, what used to be, San Francisco. There, the bulk of American forces that responded to the attacks on American soil were pinned down. Colonel John Litell was in command of the dreadnaught and its crew of twenty-four men. They were but a minute away from the pinned down soldiers.
"We have a visual sir!" said one of the drivers.
