HG and Dooly: Yes, there are two Chinese factions. You'll see when I get to
posting the History chapter. The big/bad ass artillery is called a Shiva
Gun, a special artillery courtesy of Area 51. And the weapon used on
Shanghai was not a Nuke.
May 7, 2002 AD Fuehrer's Office, Berlin, Greater German Reich
Fuehrer Schroeder smiled at the figure in front of him. "Agent Blue, for your excellent work in providing Germany plans for this 'F.A.E.' device, I have chosen to reward you with this..." Opening his hand, the Fuehrer exposed an Iron Cross, the highest award in Germany, equal to an American Medal of Honor.
Bubbles held still as the Fuehrer pinned the medal to her chest, barely allowing a thin smile to cross her face. When she had entered the intelligence business, she'd never thought it would take her this far...
May 7, 2002 Shanghai, People's Republic of China
General Rommel surveyed the damage the Fuel-Air Explosion had caused. An entire city had been smashed, with no harmful effects on anyone...besides those caught in the initial blast. His commando team had returned unscathed, save for Heinz, and plans were already being made to give him a state funeral.
Rommel smiled. His grandfather would have been proud to see the new strategies Germany had invented over the years. Rommel climbed back up into his command tank, a Tiger VIII, and called over the radio. "Men of the armies of the German Reich and the Republic of China, today we have achieved a great victory! We are the first to conquer Red Chinese soil! We will press onward, crushing all who oppose our might! The Communist regime will fall by our hands!"
Summer 2002 AD The World
The massive war continued raging across Asia and North America. But the turning point of the war had been reached. China was now fighting the three strongest nations on the planet, and with Germany's powerful and fresh military gaining a foothold on the Chinese homeland itself, the days were numbered for the Communist regime.
The Chinese were not amateurs to warfare, having successfully fought off the Japanese in the Eastern Rim War of 1931-1943. Unfortunately, they were fighting under the old rules of war, the first of which was "Never get into a land war in Asia".
Times had changed, though, and China was now learning the new number one rule of war: "Never piss off the United States". The American industrial machine had successfully shifted gears from peace to war, and even now, even with the western 1/3 of the country in Chinese hands, the US was still producing more weapons and arms than the whole of China. Secret labs all over America, led by Blossom at Area 51, continued to pump out dozens of new technologies for the war effort.
Red China had failed to defeat the United States quickly enough. Now that the awesome industrial might and the even more overwhelming spirit of the American people had been awakened, nothing would stop the US from crushing the military of Red China.
Nothing.
May 31, 2002 AD Somewhere over Ohio, United States of America
The helicopter roared low over the landscape, scattering birds and sending deer running for cover. President Utonium stared out the window, his thoughts jumbled. His eyes turned, focusing on damaged homes and crushed cars, all following from the Chinese rocket attacks. Utonium's fists tightened. The goddamn Chinese invaded his country for seemingly no reason at all! Millions of lives had been cut short or disrupted from those sons- of-bitches. Utonium's eyes burned with hatred. He would make them pay for each and every American life they had poisoned . . .
The First Lady of the United States, Sandra Keane, was sitting on the opposite side of the helicopter. She knew exactly what her husband was feeling, even though he hadn't spoken a word since appearing in Cleveland. Keane's eyes filled with tears. The strain of the past 15 months had taken its toll on the President. No longer a charming, personable man, Utonium's personality change had been so complete that many people in the news and both major political parties believed the President was going insane. Keane wasn't sure what to believe. Her husband was like a completely different man now . . .
The First Lady was reaching her hand to touch her husband's shoulder when the sky burst open with the sound of Thor's Hammer.
May 31, 2002 AD NORAD Headquarters, Cheyenne Mountain, Colorado, United States of America
"My God...." Every warning sign and alert signal in NORAD had just blasted on at full strength. The unthinkable had occurred – a nuclear attack on the United States.
"Recording location!"
"Recording megatonnage!"
"Holy shit! Sir, sir get over here!"
The General rushed over. "What is it?"
"Sir, the President was flying in Marine One in that area. I can't pick up the helicopter on any screen!"
"My God...." The General swiftly walked to a large red telephone on the wall. "We have an emergency. The President is most likely dead. Sign Price in now. Yes, NOW, damn it!"
May 31, 2002 AD Somewhere in Ohio
The crashed, mangled wreckage of the helicopter laid where it had smashed into the side of a small hill. Flopping out of one window was a broken and bloody hand. The hand of the President of the United States . . .
May 7, 2002 AD Fuehrer's Office, Berlin, Greater German Reich
Fuehrer Schroeder smiled at the figure in front of him. "Agent Blue, for your excellent work in providing Germany plans for this 'F.A.E.' device, I have chosen to reward you with this..." Opening his hand, the Fuehrer exposed an Iron Cross, the highest award in Germany, equal to an American Medal of Honor.
Bubbles held still as the Fuehrer pinned the medal to her chest, barely allowing a thin smile to cross her face. When she had entered the intelligence business, she'd never thought it would take her this far...
May 7, 2002 Shanghai, People's Republic of China
General Rommel surveyed the damage the Fuel-Air Explosion had caused. An entire city had been smashed, with no harmful effects on anyone...besides those caught in the initial blast. His commando team had returned unscathed, save for Heinz, and plans were already being made to give him a state funeral.
Rommel smiled. His grandfather would have been proud to see the new strategies Germany had invented over the years. Rommel climbed back up into his command tank, a Tiger VIII, and called over the radio. "Men of the armies of the German Reich and the Republic of China, today we have achieved a great victory! We are the first to conquer Red Chinese soil! We will press onward, crushing all who oppose our might! The Communist regime will fall by our hands!"
Summer 2002 AD The World
The massive war continued raging across Asia and North America. But the turning point of the war had been reached. China was now fighting the three strongest nations on the planet, and with Germany's powerful and fresh military gaining a foothold on the Chinese homeland itself, the days were numbered for the Communist regime.
The Chinese were not amateurs to warfare, having successfully fought off the Japanese in the Eastern Rim War of 1931-1943. Unfortunately, they were fighting under the old rules of war, the first of which was "Never get into a land war in Asia".
Times had changed, though, and China was now learning the new number one rule of war: "Never piss off the United States". The American industrial machine had successfully shifted gears from peace to war, and even now, even with the western 1/3 of the country in Chinese hands, the US was still producing more weapons and arms than the whole of China. Secret labs all over America, led by Blossom at Area 51, continued to pump out dozens of new technologies for the war effort.
Red China had failed to defeat the United States quickly enough. Now that the awesome industrial might and the even more overwhelming spirit of the American people had been awakened, nothing would stop the US from crushing the military of Red China.
Nothing.
May 31, 2002 AD Somewhere over Ohio, United States of America
The helicopter roared low over the landscape, scattering birds and sending deer running for cover. President Utonium stared out the window, his thoughts jumbled. His eyes turned, focusing on damaged homes and crushed cars, all following from the Chinese rocket attacks. Utonium's fists tightened. The goddamn Chinese invaded his country for seemingly no reason at all! Millions of lives had been cut short or disrupted from those sons- of-bitches. Utonium's eyes burned with hatred. He would make them pay for each and every American life they had poisoned . . .
The First Lady of the United States, Sandra Keane, was sitting on the opposite side of the helicopter. She knew exactly what her husband was feeling, even though he hadn't spoken a word since appearing in Cleveland. Keane's eyes filled with tears. The strain of the past 15 months had taken its toll on the President. No longer a charming, personable man, Utonium's personality change had been so complete that many people in the news and both major political parties believed the President was going insane. Keane wasn't sure what to believe. Her husband was like a completely different man now . . .
The First Lady was reaching her hand to touch her husband's shoulder when the sky burst open with the sound of Thor's Hammer.
May 31, 2002 AD NORAD Headquarters, Cheyenne Mountain, Colorado, United States of America
"My God...." Every warning sign and alert signal in NORAD had just blasted on at full strength. The unthinkable had occurred – a nuclear attack on the United States.
"Recording location!"
"Recording megatonnage!"
"Holy shit! Sir, sir get over here!"
The General rushed over. "What is it?"
"Sir, the President was flying in Marine One in that area. I can't pick up the helicopter on any screen!"
"My God...." The General swiftly walked to a large red telephone on the wall. "We have an emergency. The President is most likely dead. Sign Price in now. Yes, NOW, damn it!"
May 31, 2002 AD Somewhere in Ohio
The crashed, mangled wreckage of the helicopter laid where it had smashed into the side of a small hill. Flopping out of one window was a broken and bloody hand. The hand of the President of the United States . . .