Going Home – A Back Home Mirror universe
by Warringer
Chapter 9
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Slowly a submarine moved further into the depth of the Atlantic Ocean, moving away from the North American coast. Twenty kilometers behind it a large slave camp was burning in bright flames.
Three years ago, the submarine would have been seen as a direct attack against the United States, but nowadays, no one, especially not the Doranians care much about any submarine. Mainly because they didn't believe they actually existed.
Once the submarine bore the name Dmitri Donskoi and was the first of the Typhoon class of Soviet ballistic missile submarine. Now its name was unknown, as it had disappeared from it dock in Severodvinsk just before the Invasion.
Now she carried less than its original twenty missiles, ten of them having been replaced by a hold for a pair of Mi-24 Hind gunships and barracks for infantry.
Another part of the submarine was closed off from most of the rest as quarter of a special pair of guests.
One room, it could best be described as an office was dark, only illuminated by the glow of several red lighty, casting surreal shadows throughout the room.
"I fail to understand why?" one of the two occupants asked the other." Why is this man so important?"
The other man chuckles lightly and leaned back in his chair, smirking at the first man.
"Because I need his head. Or rather what is in it."
Both man were bald, through one of them had the back of his head covered by a metal plate. Whether it was there because of an injury was hard to tell.
"I could extract what you want to know," the man with the metal plate said and scratched his chin with a gloved hand.
"You could." the other man noted," But we both know that there would not be much left of him to use afterwards. His knowledge might be good enough for you, my dear Yuri, but I want his mind, his genius."
The man called Yuri eyed the other man. Both of them might work together, but neither was really trusting the other. Fate, or rather the Doranian Invasion had brought them together and forced them to work with each other. At first their work relationship had been filled with far less trust than even today, but the trust had grown a little with their respect for each other.
"True," Yuri said and slowly stood up and began walking up and down in the office." I could tweak his mind a little to give him the proper motivation."
The other man laughed.
"You see why this is my project," he said." I want him to join us out of his own will, not because he has no other choice or any saying in that matter. He is going to work much harder and faster when he really wants it."
The man smirked again.
"Do I need to remind you of your last project?"
Yuri frowned.
"No," he said coldly.
"He could have worked much faster if he would have really wanted it. Not even you can force your will on the human subconsciousness. It a very powerful part of the human mind."
Yuri glared at his current partner and frowned. A pity that he was immune to his mental powers.
"He used to have two strong motivators before," the man said," his ego and money, much money. I think that at least one motivator has changed during his life as a slave. Money is being replaced by a need for revenge. And revenge is a much more powerful motivator than money or the ego in itself."
There was a knock on the door.
"Come in," the man called out and Yuri faced the door.
It opened and a guard looked into the room for a moment, before entering, followed by a haggard looking man in dirty ratty clothes.
"You can leave," Yuri said to the guard, who saluted and hurried to leave the office.
The other man smirked a little as he looked at the fatigued man, who stared back at them with a pair of observant eyes.
"Doctor Anton Sevarius, I presume."
The man in question looked at the other man.
"And if I am?" he asked.
The man behind the desk of the small and dark office chuckled.
"Than I have looked for you for two and a half years. Please sit down."
The presumed Sevarius took the offered chair and sat down with a sigh.
"And why would you have looked for me, should I be this Sevarius?"
The man behind the desk smirked.
"Because I would have a proposition that would be very interesting to a genetist of his caliber."
"What would be in for this Sevarius in that case?"
The man behind the desk smiled evilly.
"Revenge," he said." Revenge against the Doranians. Revenge for those who have wronged him. Oh and many new discoveries that would be worthy of a man of his genius."
The presumed Sevarius narrowed his eyes.
"Maybe I am Doctor Anton Sevarius," he said and scratched his chin." And maybe I would be interested."
"Maybe?"
"I would like to know who I am speaking with before I, maybe, would want to hear more."
The man behind the desk chuckled again and than nodded.
"My name is Kane," he simply said." This is my partner Yuri. We are of the Brotherhood of Nod."
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General Sawyer stared intensely at the red and gray machines that where leaving the modified C-5 Galaxy and slowly moved into a nearly perfect parade formation.
"Why didn't we have those things in Seattle?" he asked out loud and glared at the man next to him, wearing what had to be a powerarmor version of the machines that were still leaving the VTOL C-5.
Colonel Parker eyed the machines, noting the US Army patch on the maybe seven feet tall, winged machines. Truth be told, they were looking intimidating, but he doubted that they would be able to do very much in anything else but guerrilla warfare. The Doranian walkers were shielded and Parker doubted that these machines were packing weapons that could take on a shield.
Hell, only heavy bombs dropped by what fighter bombers had remained were able to crack the shields. To think that a tank sized walker needed a bunker buster to crack...
"We were not ready to deploy them even during the last stages of the war," David Xanatos, the man wearing the powerarmor, noted." And they used to cost as much as an F-16 pre-Invasion."
Parker eyes Xanatos, the owner of XanaCorp, the only company that had survived the Invasion and continued to produce and develop. All of it went into the Resistance one way or another. XanaCorp had many hidden production plants all over what used to be the United States and Canada.
"Only the Tiberium allowed us to produce them in larger numbers."
"What?"
Sawyer stared at Xanatos again, who smiled one of those superior smiles he was known for. The Doranian had given, or rather cursed Earth with the green glowing mineral that grew everywhere, extracting just about any useful elements from the ground.
Parker knew the latest facts about Tiberium through. According to Captain Carter, a very brilliant Air Force Scientist, Tiberium was actually a specific kind of nanotech, that produced the green mineral. It was spread through the air and if someone breathed it in, it would treat the person not unlike the ground, trying to extract elements from the person. It was not a very nice death, through there were people known to survive.
Strangely enough Tiberium didn't spread in Australia...
"We are using Tiberium," Xanatos noted." One of my scientists, Rodney McKay, was able to find a way to render it inert, through refinable through the use of sonic waves."
Sawyer frowned and than looked back at the machines.
"Can these things do anything against the Doranians? Besides choking them in numbers?"
Xanatos chuckled.
"McKay was able to refine the shield that protects the Erie Building," he noted." He was able to create a portable version."
Sawyer eyes Xanatos for a moment, a calculating look crossing his face.
Parker on the other hand couldn't help but remember that the Erie Building in New York was maybe the last skyscraper that stood in Manhattan, all because of the shield that protected it. Rumors said that it had been able to take the attack of a Doranian cruiser or concentrated magic from Oberon.
Yes, Parker knew that magic existed. Hard not to know it when Fort Teller was the last refuge of the American Wizarding Society, much like 'Operation Atlantis' over in Britain. And the existence of the Gargoyles was another sign for many mystic being to exist in real life.
"Shields you say?" Sawyer asked." Any chance of getting some for our tanks and fighters?"
"Why don't you ask McKay himself?" Xanatos wondered." He will be down from the Galaxy any minute now. He wants to take a look at your work concerning the Vree shields you got over here."
"We could need a working shield for the Kodiac and the Prometheus as well..."
Sawyer glared at Parker for a moment, who hadn't realized that he had spoken out loud. Both were not really a secret, but it was not encouraged to talk about them, fearing Doranian spy drones.
"Kodiac and Prometheus?" Xanatos wondered.
"Prototypes of spaceships we are currently building," Sawyer said, this glare at Parker saying 'We are going to talk about this later'.
Xanatos smirked.
"I would throw in my stealth system if my people could have a look at them."
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The large underground dock was bursting with activity. As he looked over the large black shape laying in the middle of the dock, seeing how her gut had been opened up to remove her inner works, he felt a peg of regret. To do this to his ship felt wrong, but at the same time, it was one of the few remaining options if they wanted to try and liberate Earth from the Doranians.
He was glad that the Doranians were ignoring large portions of the world in favor of putting down their claws in those areas with the densest populations. It sounded cynical, but merely eighty percent of mankind was suffering so that the remaining twenty percent had a chance to liberate the planet.
Sure there were raids on the 'free' parts of the planet as well as kinetic strikes and other uses of orbital weaponry, but since most of the old Cold War and World War Three installations were hidden under ground, they were getting around the nearly omnipotent eye of Doranian satellites and ships.
World War Three...
Sometimes he wondered how the world would have continued without that war between the NATO and the USSR. In the end the USSR had fallen, fragmented in the last year of the War. Even the Russian core nation had been fragmented, with just about all of Siberia succeeding from Russia to form the Siberian Republic. And a good half of what remained of the armed forces had gone with them.
And than the Doranians came. All that was left now was Kamchatka and its hidden bases.
And everyone had scrambled to find everything possible to defeat the Invaders and take back not only their Motherland, but also Earth. Their now allies in Scotland and the United States had their unique sources of technology, the Siberians had their own. Mostly it were old projects from the Cold War, frozen because they yielded no practical results like the Tesla Coil, other terminated, because their goals were too successful, like Project 331, codenamed Yuri.
But not only that. Hidden searches had found the remains of an alien space ship, of a race called Dilgar, in Lake Cheko, incidentally identifying the cause of the Tunguska event. But that was not all.
During the Invasion, the Kirov Frunze, had been able to take down a Doranian Drop ship at Vladivostok, through she used her entire arsenal of of Surface to Air missiles for that and was destroyed. It had allowed the remaining Siberians to find, salvage and take home the remains.
All that was the reason why K-210 Krasniy Oktyab was now laying there, her gut opened to carry new systems and technologies that would make her not only a submarine, but also a space ship.
Doranian reactors were smaller and more powerful than the native reactors normally used for Typhoons. The screws wouldn't be removed, neither would their steam turbines. The Caterpillar however would be replaced with the reverse engineered gravitic drive of the Dilgar ship from Tunguska. The dual projection fins were already installed and following the entire submarines length like very stubby wings.
The torpedo tubes and the missile tubes were currently sort of reversed. Six missiles tubes were installed instead of the torpedo tubes and together with a small magazine would allow to fire modified R-39 missiles, while the missile deck was armed with Plasma Weapons and a working example of the Tesla Coil, through differently to Tesla's original design it needed four projection rods.
Just a few more month and the refit would be finished. It would be faster than building her sistership from scratch and the remains of several Shchuka-Bs.
Admiral Marko Aleksandrovich Ramius sighed as he stepped back from the hand rail, idly wondering if the Americans and the Britains were as lucky as they were, being able to build a space ship that could hopefully take the fight against the Doranians into space.