Ah, continental Scandinavia. There's no land more breathtaking...
Out here, Norwegians live the good life. For many of them, nuclear war is just as much a myth as Thor and Odin...
Out here, they herd reindeer. They grow grains, for beer. They slaughter furbearers. Their blacksmiths forge works of metal.
Soon, they're going to need more forges. There's a storm coming...
Off the coast, the North Sea is expansive. Somewhere out there, Iceland sits on an island, with its patriots and its nationalism...
Today, though, something much more dangerous approaches. There are three frigates, three destroyers, and three attack submarines. They all fly the colors of Myanmar. Their orders are forged, yet understood by all nine crews.
There's also a trio of amphibious assault ships. Each one quarters an armed marine regiment. Together, the three regiments make up a division. They're all prepared for a landing on Scandinavian soil.
In the wheelhouse of one, Gen. Chang forges a sword. He's getting to know his enemy, before he attacks them...
In glass cases in the bulkheads of this room, high-tech battle shields are on display. One's colors are Myanma. One's are Taiwanese. One's are Tibetan. One's are Bhutanese. One's are Balti. One's are Sikkimese. One's are Mizo. One's are Meitei. One's are Dungan. One's are Singaporean. Some of the shields feature a fasces as their central symbol...
On the wall, a black-and-white framed photo of Chiang Kai-Shek hangs. He was a true Sino-Tibetan patriot, right up until his national demise...
A woman officer strolls in, demonstrating perfect balance. Her pumps make noise, against the deck.
"The comm link with Yangon has been established, General," she says. "The Minister of Defense summons you."
With that, Gen. Chang drops what he does, and leaves. He stops, to eye Col. Lin's derriere. The lovely Colonel bares her fangs, and flips him the bird. He flips one back, and leaves.
Col. Lin shudders, and snoops on the General. He digs up his latest data, and skims it for secrets.
He'd probably kill her, of course, if he caught her going through his division's things. Even so, Wai Lin doesn't really want this war against Scandinavia to happen. And she can think of several subordinates of hers who'd agree with her on that...as much as she longs to wield a hammer and sickle in battle...like Mao Zedong in puberty...