July 3, 1999. Somewhere on the USEA continent.
It's dusk, about 8:45 PM. We see a great coastal city, shining brightly in the sunset, juxtaposing the dark, black waters of the ocean. However, all is not normal. The roads are jam packed, with traffic spilling off of both the highways and the side roads in a convoluted mess. Horns honking in eerie screeching. People dart from their cars, carrying belongings and holding on to loved ones, as equally desperate people officers attempt in vain to contain the hordes. But far above this mess, in the clear skies, peaceful, limitless, a single snow-white SU-37 terminator, WHITE 1, soars. The white bird heads east, in the opposite direction of the setting sun. The terminator is soon joined by another white Su-37, WHITE 2, whose pilot, a female, speaks to the lead terminator.
WHITE 2: Captain, Is it true that the asteroid fragmented?
WHITE 1: The union of astronomers just confirmed it. One of the fragments is headed straight for the coast. We have failed.
WHITE 2: Who would have thought that it would come to this?
As the duo speeds off away from the city, the sky slow begins to turn red. Seconds later, an asteroid cuts across the sky, and lands in the ocean. The impact is equal to that of 100 atomic bombs. A shock wave, along with a massive tidal wave, roar towards the coast. As millions scream in panic, White 1's last words are echoed.
We have failed.
