The Third Great War: Battlefield London.
By: Pho
Disclaimer: Basically I do not own Gargoyles etc, etc, I don't claim to. I did make up the Setara and the Vinkari. The auto disclaimer will take care of the rest.
Author's Note: We've seen the entire London Clan in one episode. So please forgive, flame, whatever to me for experimenting with Leo and Una's personalities, since after all they did change at the end of M.I.A. and become more oriented to protecting England. So please sit back and be horrified...er...enjoy the fic...I hope.
1006 A.D.
Tothan looked down at his prophecy full of utter sorrow. It read," Britania! Britania! Behold the sky is full of enemies. Behold the ruins..."
2006 A.D.
"The French are preparing to move Sir," said the young recruit excitedly to General Mandell.
"Bloody hell," growled the General angrily," Do you remember the rumors of have a Gargoyle helped to save England from the Nazis?"
"Yes Sir, but how does that relate to...," the recruit began.
"Because it isn't a rumor. Here's the address, go and ask them to help when the French do invade," barked General Mandell.
"Yes Sir," said the recruit hurrying away.
"Damn French, haven't they learned by now that they lose nearly every bloody war they've ever been in," muttered General Mandell to himself.
"How bad," asked Prime Minister George.
"The French are scrambling thousands of fighters and bombers Mr. Prime Minister," said the intelligence officer somberly.
"Have they scrambled their nuclear weapons," asked the Prime Minister warily.
"We believe so, but our agents near the nuclear sites have all gone silent. MI-6 believes them to have been eliminated by French Counter-Intelligence."
"But if they don't have nuclear weapons ready to go, would our preparations to delpoy our nuclear arsenal force them to," asked the Prime Minister.
"Yes Prime Minister, unfortunately it would."
"Damn," muttered the Prime Minister under his breath," I'll make the decision to use or not use them later."
"If that's what you wish Prime Minister, but..."
"I didn't ask you for your opinion on that decision!"
"Yes Prime Minister."
"Now who is within range to help us?"
"Greece might try sending a squadron or two, but it is doubtful. Also there is a United States Carrier Battle Group within striking distance."
"What are the odds of the Americans helping," asked Prime Minister George, not high on hopes.
"You know Americans, it is highly doubtful they would risk an expensive carrier to help an ally."
"What about that chap, Griff?"
"He was sent for Prime Minister, but Gargoyles are stone during the day, we have another five hours before night."
"Old War Heroes are never around when you need them," muttered the Prime Minister.
"Sir, if I might make a suggestion..."
"What is it?"
"How about you go get some sleep and let the rest of Parliament handle government decisions for the rest of the day, or at least the next few hours?"
"I guess I should," said Prime Minister George," I will be back in three hours."
"Yes sir."
Prime Minister George went out of his office. On either side of him bodyguards took positions. As he continued down the hallway of the Parliament building more guard joined his escort.
He climbed into his armored limo without worries. After all the limo was armored. He never knew what hit him after the shoulder launched missile hit it, and blew it apart in flames.
"This is an RNN War News Alert," said a voice as the RNN logo came up on the television screen.
Fox and David Xanatos tossed looks at each other, wondering what was important enough to interrupt the regular news about minor skirmishes in the war.
"I wonder if the terrorists finally destroyed the IRS Building," mused David Xanatos with a smile at the thought. Fox merely gave him a look which meant "you can dream all you want to."
Soon the logo on the screen was replaced by an anchor.
"We have recieved word that minutes ago, Prime Minister George of England was assassinated," said the anchor sadly," according to what is being released by the United Kingdom's government, a missile from an unknown location hit the Prime Minister's limo. The result is seen on the screen behind me."
On the screen was a picture of a limo burning, or at least what was left of a limo. It was pretty hard to tell what it was, only that it was burning and in an impact crater right outside the Parliament building.
"This is sure to make things interesting," said David.
"Yes," replied Fox, thinking of what was of course going to happen next," an invasion of an ally usually is."
"I doubt they have long," replied David, as if they were discussing the weather.
"Two hours and thirty five minutes to be exact," came the voice of the Setara behind them," Yes, my sources do include the French Military."
"Then do you know if they plan to use nuclear weapons," asked David, curious.
"Only if their Mirage fighters fail. If it looks like they'll fail, they will use nuclear missiles on the UK. They might also use them if the UK uses its first, or it looks like it will."
"So you're saying you don't really know, it depends on the outcome of the initial assault," said David at last.
"Pretty much," replied the Setara with a nod of its head.
"I call this session of Parliament to order," shouted a member of the late Prime Minister's Cabinent, into the microphone.
Yet the shouting did not stop quickly. In fact it continued for another five minutes before they finally complied with the request.
"We are here to decide whether or not to launch a pre-emptive nuclear strike against France," began the speaker.
"Kill all the French pigs," shouted a voice in the back of the room, and it was met with murmurs and shouts of assent.
"Then let us vote, who believes we should launch an assault against the French?"
The deafening response was as loud as the sounds outside. Which is why they did not realize London was being bombed by French Bombers until the windows broke apart.
Thousands of French Mirage fighters and hundreds of bombers flew in low as the sun set upon the horizon.
With a great roar the Gargoyles, Griff, Una, and Leo broke from their stone sleep. However the gentle night skyline of London did not greet them as usual. Tonight was a sight they knew all to well, the sight of London burning under enemy assault.
"How can it be again," shouted Leo over the sound of the bombs falling.
"I don't know," replied Una, just as loud.
"It is our duty to protect this town my friends," said Griff," so let us go and protect, even if the odds are against us."
With that he caught a smoking updraft and glided toward the French aircraft. Bullets tore through the sky and Leo watched as the life drained out of Una's eyes and as more bullets perforated her Unicorn face. With an angry glare he took to the skies.
"Alpha-nine-nine-zero code confirmed," said the first operator.
"Beta-five-three-seven-four-ten confirmed," said the second operator.
They inserted the keys and watched the countdown, unaware their French counterparts were ready for launch if required.
"These French have no honour," said the first operator.
"Then let's show them why they need it," said the second as the countdown reached zero.
Then they pushed the buttons. The silo doors opened and the nuclear missiles launched. Soon they would add to the rapidly becoming more credible threat of nuclear winter.
Griff tore through the wing of a French Mirage fighter. It was the third he had brought down in the last ten minutes but there were certainly enough left. He turned to see Leo behind him falling to the ground, wings shot off of his body, blood trailing as he fell. Griff could tell his friend was already dead, there was nothing he could do for him.
Then as he saw the French retreating a bright light engulphed him and he was in Avalon...
1006 A.D.
Tothan looked down at the last two words of his prophecy, horrified. He read the full prophecy aloud to himself," Britania, Britania! The air is full of enemies. Behold the ruins, behold yourselves."
2006 A.D.
The United Kingdom nuclear missiles hit the major French cities only a little more than a minute after the French nuclear weapons had been launched in retaliation. Mushroom clouds rose over the radioactive remains of most of France's major cities, including Paris.
In the United Kingdom, London and various other major cities and military locations were destroyed by nuclear weapons, covered in fallout and mostly glass from the heat.
"Welcome to an RNN War News Alert," said an anchor, images of the carnage on the screen behind her," After nuclear weapons from the opposing country hit each other, both France and the United Kingdom have been forced to withdraw from the war and have declared their nuetrality. Millions of casualties are estimated on both sides, most of them people who were not even fighting."
Fox and David Xanatos were both very pale, a fact not lost on the Setara, Owen, and young Alex.
"What is wrong," asked Owen, having missed the News.
Alex leaned close and whispered to him. Owen even looked discomforted. The Setara though, he looked as if he had expected this.
"Your plan is unravelling," accused one of the Council Members.
"I tell you the declarations of nuetrality by France and the United Kingdom are a minor setback," the Illuminati Representative trying to salvage the situation," after all, beaten countries that are suffering disasters such as fallout will more readily accept your rule. After all, only one member of Parliament wasn't in London or any city attacked.
"He gave the declaration of nuetrality for the United Kingdom. If he were to die, it would be easy for us to take the country."
"Very well, we will accept this for now," declared another member of the Council.
"What of the Vinkari, do you know of its whereabouts," asked another Councillor.
"Not currently, but I am sure that..."
"Silence!"
By: Pho
Disclaimer: Basically I do not own Gargoyles etc, etc, I don't claim to. I did make up the Setara and the Vinkari. The auto disclaimer will take care of the rest.
Author's Note: We've seen the entire London Clan in one episode. So please forgive, flame, whatever to me for experimenting with Leo and Una's personalities, since after all they did change at the end of M.I.A. and become more oriented to protecting England. So please sit back and be horrified...er...enjoy the fic...I hope.
1006 A.D.
Tothan looked down at his prophecy full of utter sorrow. It read," Britania! Britania! Behold the sky is full of enemies. Behold the ruins..."
2006 A.D.
"The French are preparing to move Sir," said the young recruit excitedly to General Mandell.
"Bloody hell," growled the General angrily," Do you remember the rumors of have a Gargoyle helped to save England from the Nazis?"
"Yes Sir, but how does that relate to...," the recruit began.
"Because it isn't a rumor. Here's the address, go and ask them to help when the French do invade," barked General Mandell.
"Yes Sir," said the recruit hurrying away.
"Damn French, haven't they learned by now that they lose nearly every bloody war they've ever been in," muttered General Mandell to himself.
"How bad," asked Prime Minister George.
"The French are scrambling thousands of fighters and bombers Mr. Prime Minister," said the intelligence officer somberly.
"Have they scrambled their nuclear weapons," asked the Prime Minister warily.
"We believe so, but our agents near the nuclear sites have all gone silent. MI-6 believes them to have been eliminated by French Counter-Intelligence."
"But if they don't have nuclear weapons ready to go, would our preparations to delpoy our nuclear arsenal force them to," asked the Prime Minister.
"Yes Prime Minister, unfortunately it would."
"Damn," muttered the Prime Minister under his breath," I'll make the decision to use or not use them later."
"If that's what you wish Prime Minister, but..."
"I didn't ask you for your opinion on that decision!"
"Yes Prime Minister."
"Now who is within range to help us?"
"Greece might try sending a squadron or two, but it is doubtful. Also there is a United States Carrier Battle Group within striking distance."
"What are the odds of the Americans helping," asked Prime Minister George, not high on hopes.
"You know Americans, it is highly doubtful they would risk an expensive carrier to help an ally."
"What about that chap, Griff?"
"He was sent for Prime Minister, but Gargoyles are stone during the day, we have another five hours before night."
"Old War Heroes are never around when you need them," muttered the Prime Minister.
"Sir, if I might make a suggestion..."
"What is it?"
"How about you go get some sleep and let the rest of Parliament handle government decisions for the rest of the day, or at least the next few hours?"
"I guess I should," said Prime Minister George," I will be back in three hours."
"Yes sir."
Prime Minister George went out of his office. On either side of him bodyguards took positions. As he continued down the hallway of the Parliament building more guard joined his escort.
He climbed into his armored limo without worries. After all the limo was armored. He never knew what hit him after the shoulder launched missile hit it, and blew it apart in flames.
"This is an RNN War News Alert," said a voice as the RNN logo came up on the television screen.
Fox and David Xanatos tossed looks at each other, wondering what was important enough to interrupt the regular news about minor skirmishes in the war.
"I wonder if the terrorists finally destroyed the IRS Building," mused David Xanatos with a smile at the thought. Fox merely gave him a look which meant "you can dream all you want to."
Soon the logo on the screen was replaced by an anchor.
"We have recieved word that minutes ago, Prime Minister George of England was assassinated," said the anchor sadly," according to what is being released by the United Kingdom's government, a missile from an unknown location hit the Prime Minister's limo. The result is seen on the screen behind me."
On the screen was a picture of a limo burning, or at least what was left of a limo. It was pretty hard to tell what it was, only that it was burning and in an impact crater right outside the Parliament building.
"This is sure to make things interesting," said David.
"Yes," replied Fox, thinking of what was of course going to happen next," an invasion of an ally usually is."
"I doubt they have long," replied David, as if they were discussing the weather.
"Two hours and thirty five minutes to be exact," came the voice of the Setara behind them," Yes, my sources do include the French Military."
"Then do you know if they plan to use nuclear weapons," asked David, curious.
"Only if their Mirage fighters fail. If it looks like they'll fail, they will use nuclear missiles on the UK. They might also use them if the UK uses its first, or it looks like it will."
"So you're saying you don't really know, it depends on the outcome of the initial assault," said David at last.
"Pretty much," replied the Setara with a nod of its head.
"I call this session of Parliament to order," shouted a member of the late Prime Minister's Cabinent, into the microphone.
Yet the shouting did not stop quickly. In fact it continued for another five minutes before they finally complied with the request.
"We are here to decide whether or not to launch a pre-emptive nuclear strike against France," began the speaker.
"Kill all the French pigs," shouted a voice in the back of the room, and it was met with murmurs and shouts of assent.
"Then let us vote, who believes we should launch an assault against the French?"
The deafening response was as loud as the sounds outside. Which is why they did not realize London was being bombed by French Bombers until the windows broke apart.
Thousands of French Mirage fighters and hundreds of bombers flew in low as the sun set upon the horizon.
With a great roar the Gargoyles, Griff, Una, and Leo broke from their stone sleep. However the gentle night skyline of London did not greet them as usual. Tonight was a sight they knew all to well, the sight of London burning under enemy assault.
"How can it be again," shouted Leo over the sound of the bombs falling.
"I don't know," replied Una, just as loud.
"It is our duty to protect this town my friends," said Griff," so let us go and protect, even if the odds are against us."
With that he caught a smoking updraft and glided toward the French aircraft. Bullets tore through the sky and Leo watched as the life drained out of Una's eyes and as more bullets perforated her Unicorn face. With an angry glare he took to the skies.
"Alpha-nine-nine-zero code confirmed," said the first operator.
"Beta-five-three-seven-four-ten confirmed," said the second operator.
They inserted the keys and watched the countdown, unaware their French counterparts were ready for launch if required.
"These French have no honour," said the first operator.
"Then let's show them why they need it," said the second as the countdown reached zero.
Then they pushed the buttons. The silo doors opened and the nuclear missiles launched. Soon they would add to the rapidly becoming more credible threat of nuclear winter.
Griff tore through the wing of a French Mirage fighter. It was the third he had brought down in the last ten minutes but there were certainly enough left. He turned to see Leo behind him falling to the ground, wings shot off of his body, blood trailing as he fell. Griff could tell his friend was already dead, there was nothing he could do for him.
Then as he saw the French retreating a bright light engulphed him and he was in Avalon...
1006 A.D.
Tothan looked down at the last two words of his prophecy, horrified. He read the full prophecy aloud to himself," Britania, Britania! The air is full of enemies. Behold the ruins, behold yourselves."
2006 A.D.
The United Kingdom nuclear missiles hit the major French cities only a little more than a minute after the French nuclear weapons had been launched in retaliation. Mushroom clouds rose over the radioactive remains of most of France's major cities, including Paris.
In the United Kingdom, London and various other major cities and military locations were destroyed by nuclear weapons, covered in fallout and mostly glass from the heat.
"Welcome to an RNN War News Alert," said an anchor, images of the carnage on the screen behind her," After nuclear weapons from the opposing country hit each other, both France and the United Kingdom have been forced to withdraw from the war and have declared their nuetrality. Millions of casualties are estimated on both sides, most of them people who were not even fighting."
Fox and David Xanatos were both very pale, a fact not lost on the Setara, Owen, and young Alex.
"What is wrong," asked Owen, having missed the News.
Alex leaned close and whispered to him. Owen even looked discomforted. The Setara though, he looked as if he had expected this.
"Your plan is unravelling," accused one of the Council Members.
"I tell you the declarations of nuetrality by France and the United Kingdom are a minor setback," the Illuminati Representative trying to salvage the situation," after all, beaten countries that are suffering disasters such as fallout will more readily accept your rule. After all, only one member of Parliament wasn't in London or any city attacked.
"He gave the declaration of nuetrality for the United Kingdom. If he were to die, it would be easy for us to take the country."
"Very well, we will accept this for now," declared another member of the Council.
"What of the Vinkari, do you know of its whereabouts," asked another Councillor.
"Not currently, but I am sure that..."
"Silence!"