This day, a slight breeze drifted in off of the Pacific Ocean. A
young Aztec pilot by the name of Raus Taba'tla was on the deck of the
carrier "Vi'an", one of the three in the Pacific. Since the declaration of
war had been passed by Aztecha's senate, another carrier group had passed
through the canal through the nation's southern edge (right next to
Colombia) and another was still on the way. The Aztecs were preparing to
give the Orientals a good run for their money (Especially since they had
America, France, Rome, and Russia all helping out), and as such were
shoring up their Pacific fleet.
Raus had been assigned to the Vi'an group from the navy base at Majusto, a young green itching to finally get a chance to spread his wings. He had been assigned such a chance at this, the dawn of a new World War, and immediately stepped up to the challenge. He was flying the Aztec version of an American F-5, a F-5AT. The model was better suited to carrier landings and takeoffs than its American sister, and had better speed and a nicer, more streamlined look. Unfortunately, this speed came at the sacrifice of ordnance, and a lack of variable weaponry. Thankfully, the Aztecs were more advanced technology-wise than the Americans (more advanced than any nation, for that matter) and the F-5ATs were equipped with the best targeting and LANTIRN systems literally known to man. Raus already had flown his personal jet around for a while, and had a pretty good feel for the control and weaponry systems of the F-5s, and thought he had a good grasp for the jet itself. As he enjoyed the feel of the saltwater breeze on his early-morning face, an older man, dark-skinned with black hair and brown eyes, walked out beside him and began to watch the sunrise. He turned toward Raus. Raus saluted, and faced him.
"So.first time on assignment?" Raus nodded. "I see. I can barely remember my first assignment. It was a long while ago." Raus had an expression of interest on his face. The older man saw this and decided to tell his story. "You know that war we had with the British.oh.20 years ago?"
"Yessir. Only from history books and old videos, but I understand it was rather small." The man smiled. It was a sad, rueful thing.
"Yes.I suppose in the course of history it was small. It wasn't small to those of us that fought in it."
"Of course."
"Heh. Well, in those days, I was just getting my legs, like yourself. My first assignment was on the submarine ARS Quetze'lota." Raus' eyes widened in recognition of the name. "Right. We were the one's who launched those two missiles at Britain. The ones that destroyed London and York. But that was about two years away at this point in time. You remember we weren't exactly friendly with Europe then. I loved that; we help get rid of Hitler and his Nazis and they all decide to hate us. Hell, we helped rebuild London after the Germans V-2'd it. And they repay us by attacking our airbases and ships. The Quetze'lota, at this point in time, was working with some other subs to blockade Britain's waterways into the Atlantic. Now, we had a few fun games of cat-and-mouse out there.in fact, during one such instance." Raus listened, oblivious to outside events. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- --------------------------------
One of these outside events was occurring just a few nautical miles away. A joint Chinese and Mongol carrier group was making preparations to attack an Aztec group that had been recorded on a Chinese satellite pass just two hours earlier. Based on calculations done by some Mongol INTEL, the groups had plotted an attack course for this carrier group. The plan had been given to the pilots on the two carriers, and the VLS tubes that Mongolia had fitted to its destroyers and carriers had been loaded with cruise missiles. Already, submarines were fanning out ahead of the group, scouring the area for enemy subs. ASW choppers ceaselessly roamed the skies, pinging for mines and/or subs the Coalition submarines may have passed. At 11:32 AM, Chinese and Mongol SU-25's and M/A 13's fired up their engines and roared into the now overcast sky. Their wings glinted in the wan sunlight filtering through the screen of clouds. Just a few nautical miles away, warning sirens began to whoop through the dense morning air. Aztec aircraft launched from their decks, Raus among the pilots, and missile trails began to fill the Pacific skies. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- ----------------------------
On a sunny California shore near San Francisco, North Korean landing craft swarmed the shoreline as HinD's and MIG's buzzed like hornets through the skies. America had no warning. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- -----------------------------
On the western shores of the American Isthmus, Chinese and Mongolian landing craft followed the suit of the their Korean brethren. Ships fired upon the small harbor towns nestled along the Pacific shoreline of Aztec'lan. The same scene was being repeated on the Mayan Peninsula, and along the Florida coast. Infantry began swarming both Aztec'lan and the United States. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- -------------------------------
Multiple cargo planes were tracing swaths of cloud above the skies of Karakorum. Figures could be seen almost magically appearing from the black silhouettes, with the form of a parachute obscuring their outlines moments after they were first spotted. Cruise missiles streaked through the skylines of Mongol cities, leaving devastation in their wake. And the war was barely a week old. Already, a small idea of its eventual scale was playing in the minds of Generals of both sides, the destruction already occurring this early surprising the great military minds of the world.
And it had only just begun.
Raus had been assigned to the Vi'an group from the navy base at Majusto, a young green itching to finally get a chance to spread his wings. He had been assigned such a chance at this, the dawn of a new World War, and immediately stepped up to the challenge. He was flying the Aztec version of an American F-5, a F-5AT. The model was better suited to carrier landings and takeoffs than its American sister, and had better speed and a nicer, more streamlined look. Unfortunately, this speed came at the sacrifice of ordnance, and a lack of variable weaponry. Thankfully, the Aztecs were more advanced technology-wise than the Americans (more advanced than any nation, for that matter) and the F-5ATs were equipped with the best targeting and LANTIRN systems literally known to man. Raus already had flown his personal jet around for a while, and had a pretty good feel for the control and weaponry systems of the F-5s, and thought he had a good grasp for the jet itself. As he enjoyed the feel of the saltwater breeze on his early-morning face, an older man, dark-skinned with black hair and brown eyes, walked out beside him and began to watch the sunrise. He turned toward Raus. Raus saluted, and faced him.
"So.first time on assignment?" Raus nodded. "I see. I can barely remember my first assignment. It was a long while ago." Raus had an expression of interest on his face. The older man saw this and decided to tell his story. "You know that war we had with the British.oh.20 years ago?"
"Yessir. Only from history books and old videos, but I understand it was rather small." The man smiled. It was a sad, rueful thing.
"Yes.I suppose in the course of history it was small. It wasn't small to those of us that fought in it."
"Of course."
"Heh. Well, in those days, I was just getting my legs, like yourself. My first assignment was on the submarine ARS Quetze'lota." Raus' eyes widened in recognition of the name. "Right. We were the one's who launched those two missiles at Britain. The ones that destroyed London and York. But that was about two years away at this point in time. You remember we weren't exactly friendly with Europe then. I loved that; we help get rid of Hitler and his Nazis and they all decide to hate us. Hell, we helped rebuild London after the Germans V-2'd it. And they repay us by attacking our airbases and ships. The Quetze'lota, at this point in time, was working with some other subs to blockade Britain's waterways into the Atlantic. Now, we had a few fun games of cat-and-mouse out there.in fact, during one such instance." Raus listened, oblivious to outside events. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- --------------------------------
One of these outside events was occurring just a few nautical miles away. A joint Chinese and Mongol carrier group was making preparations to attack an Aztec group that had been recorded on a Chinese satellite pass just two hours earlier. Based on calculations done by some Mongol INTEL, the groups had plotted an attack course for this carrier group. The plan had been given to the pilots on the two carriers, and the VLS tubes that Mongolia had fitted to its destroyers and carriers had been loaded with cruise missiles. Already, submarines were fanning out ahead of the group, scouring the area for enemy subs. ASW choppers ceaselessly roamed the skies, pinging for mines and/or subs the Coalition submarines may have passed. At 11:32 AM, Chinese and Mongol SU-25's and M/A 13's fired up their engines and roared into the now overcast sky. Their wings glinted in the wan sunlight filtering through the screen of clouds. Just a few nautical miles away, warning sirens began to whoop through the dense morning air. Aztec aircraft launched from their decks, Raus among the pilots, and missile trails began to fill the Pacific skies. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- ----------------------------
On a sunny California shore near San Francisco, North Korean landing craft swarmed the shoreline as HinD's and MIG's buzzed like hornets through the skies. America had no warning. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- -----------------------------
On the western shores of the American Isthmus, Chinese and Mongolian landing craft followed the suit of the their Korean brethren. Ships fired upon the small harbor towns nestled along the Pacific shoreline of Aztec'lan. The same scene was being repeated on the Mayan Peninsula, and along the Florida coast. Infantry began swarming both Aztec'lan and the United States. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- -------------------------------
Multiple cargo planes were tracing swaths of cloud above the skies of Karakorum. Figures could be seen almost magically appearing from the black silhouettes, with the form of a parachute obscuring their outlines moments after they were first spotted. Cruise missiles streaked through the skylines of Mongol cities, leaving devastation in their wake. And the war was barely a week old. Already, a small idea of its eventual scale was playing in the minds of Generals of both sides, the destruction already occurring this early surprising the great military minds of the world.
And it had only just begun.