Disclosure
by
Chaoseternus
The Truth Is Out At Last, Are You Ready For It?
Fifty"For the record," Helga commented sourly, "I hate mystical shields"
"Really?" the tall, willowy brunette at her side replied wryly, "now why would that be? Pray do enlighten me?"
"Cut that out Cerys," Helga noted, "or I will 'enlighten' your arse once this is over"
Cerys snorted, "assuming you've got the energy…. Okay, Merlins Reveal has done nothing, neither has Cloiters… I'm not even going to mention the blasted 'All seeing Eye' spell…"
"Well," Helga commented slightly bemused, "at least we know and hey, avoidance of Doctors is always a good thing"
"Sure, you're really going to be saying that in nine months or so," Cerys snorted, "and we're off topic. How are we going to take this blasted shield down? Its certainly magic not technological, but unless we know what magic…"
"Worse," Alise noted walking up to the two, "it could be a combination, several magics, or magic and technology…"
"Oh," Cerys grimaced, turning to Alise, "you have such wonderful thoughts"
The short, rather plain witch shrugged, "Tenhemans Eye just failed… but according to Horus's Eye the answers we seek are on their way in the arms of a man out of time"
Cerys winced, "I hate Horus's eye, that spell is to close to chaos for me"
"True," Helga noted, "but at least we know something new now… I just hope this 'man out of time' has enough time to get here on time"
Cerys blinked, counted the times and decided not to comment.
"Contact report from the Ha'taks sir," Penhall shouted, abruptly turning away from his communications console, "ten Supersoldiers on the ground, moving back towards the objective from the launch site. They report they are engaging with main batteries"
"Well," Hendricks commented, "killed by overwhelming force… I hope we can consider them dealt with"
"Indeed," Gel'tec noted tiredly, "but the supersoldiers are amazingly resilient. I would not consider them dead until you see their burnt, shredded and scattered remains"
Vladin chuckled, "perhaps we should order a transport with rings into position, have the bodies moved into vacuum…"
"Unstable orbit so they burn up in the atmosphere?" Penhall suggested.
Gel'tec blinked, "that would certainly do it, however I am certain Intel would love the remains, know thine enemy after all"
"Well," Hendricks sighed, "remember it, just in case"
"In the meantime," Vladin noted, "I think it's safe to consider London itself pacified as far as the enemy is concerned"
The Russian General tapped at the status display, bringing up the city itself, "however the city is in chaos. Firestorms…" he tapped again, and roughly a third of the city suddenly flickered red and yellow as fire graphics swarmed the map, "we know there are groups of looters and worse loose… several prisons have been breeched"
Hendricks nodded, tapping at a particular icon on the display, "Wormwood Scrubs is burnt out, there was at least a thousand prisoners in there"
"So, we need to get the fires in the city under control. In order to do that, we need to swamp the city we every apparatus we can get our hands on"
"Penhall," Hendricks turned his head back towards the Major, "send a general call for fire equipment. Activate whatever reserve equipment you can, scrounge as much as possible from across the country and arrange where necessary for available units to move into the city and guard any surviving equipment. I want helicopters and heavy lift equipment tasked to moving fire personnel, fire engines into the city. Get logistics to arrange control points and assembly areas stat"
Vladin grimaced, "in order for the firemen to work effectively, the city must be pacified"
"I believe," Gel'tec noted, "that another regiment is due in from Russia?"
"Penhall," Hendricks grimaced, "check that too. If so, first and foremost we'll need guard details for the fire engines. Secondly, we need to ensure the security of surviving infrastructure, pumping stations for definite, but power too, we're going to need a lot of water if we are going to stop the whole city burning"
"We'll need engineers and demolitions experts too," Penhall noted, "to repair or even build infrastructure where needed and the demolitions experts to create fire breaks"
"Get logistics onto that too," Hendricks frowned, glancing tiredly across the displays, wincing, "this isn't over yet, is it?"
"No Comrade," Vladin shook his head wearily, "it is not"
"Missiles out of range," Agapi sighed, sweat dripping down her face as she looked up from her displays, " Vipers are pursuing the last leaker now, but its headed into the sea again"
Adama grunted, "Thank the Lords for small favours"
Tigh nodded, "I've back tracked the engagement we dropped into, looks like the basestar wasn't really aiming, it was just throwing around too many missiles to ignore"
"Trying to escape," Adama grimaced, "did it?"
"It did, but mere minutes earlier; Thundersdawn took out two of its compatriots"
"Then this was a co-ordinated attack" Adama grimaced, "signal Freedom, make sure the defences are still on full alert and spin up the FTL drives, I want us ready to jump to reinforce home defences at a moments notice"
"Aye Sir," Tigh nodded, turning away from his commander.
Adama sighed, his eyes dark as he gazed across the tactical display, not liking what he saw at all, and certainly not liking what it meant for the assistance the Tau'ri were giving them to resettle their own civilisation. With the damage he could see planetside and in orbit, Adama had a feeling that things were about to change, and perhaps not for the better.
