Beginning of the End

February 23rd Evening

Six o'clock in the evening, a salvo of twenty nuclear warheads were launched towards the strongest nations in the world. Due to a minor targeting malfunction, four of the missiles failed to reach their targets and fell into the oceans. The world watched in horror while all the leading nations of the world were wiped out in an instant.

Six-fifteen in the evening, a state-of-the-art targeting satellite belonging to the late Alliance of Free nations, was hijacked and loaded with a stolen particle cannon. The cannon in question was stolen from the now non-existent Kalistar research facility a day earlier. The issue had been long forgotten after the bombing began.

Six-thirty in the evening, several fleets of battle cruisers came into view of the capitals of seven minor countries. Without a moment's notice, they began dropping squads of combat MT's each led by an Armored Core.

Six-forty-five in the evening, an orbital particle cannon fired upon one of the only remaining countries, wiping it from existence. Meanwhile it began organizing its next forty-seven targets.

Seven o'clock in the evening, giant buildings rose from the ground, they served only one purpose. They provided a gateway to an underground Utopia, safely tucked away from the world.

Seven-thirty in the evening, the satellite had been issued a virus commanding it to self-destruct. An hour and a half had passed, and the world grew silent.

Eight o'clock at night, four nations, exhausted in their search, had found no survivors other than each other. They arranged a meeting in the ruins of a once great city to decide as to what course of action to take.

February 24th, Evening

The four nations began to salvage as much as they could from the remaining ruins of their planet. There was little left, whoever destroyed their planet, had been very thorough. After a full day of searching, they had each come up with enough scraps to repair, and maintain a dozen MT's, and eight Armored Cores. They split the forces to bolster their own and commenced preparing underground fallout shelters of their own in case the destroyers returned.

A little short, but the next part drags on for about a good hour's read... Don't worry, the action will pick up and then some in the next chapter.