Chapter III – Aftermath
"The American people in their righteous might will win through to absolute victory." – Pres. Franklin D. Roosevelt
LOCATION: WHITE HOUSE SITUATION ROOM - WASHINGTON, DC, USA
DATE: MAY 11, 2023
TIME: 12:21:08
In the White House Situation Room, Pres. Charles D. Jameson together with the National Security Council and GEN Jerald T. Drummond had watched the ill-fated invasion of their home be stamped out by their brave troops. Everyone rejoiced when RADM Foreman had declared the island secured and were now commencing clean up and SAR operations. Who knows how many more of those bastards were hiding in the buildings and surrounding area. Not to mention that weird structure on Sheep Meadow which was ground zero for all of this.
Pres. Jameson didn't want to take any chances so he ordered every available rifle and cannon to be pointed directly at it. Right now, he wanted to know the latest developments of what was happening in New York.
"Mr. President, the 82nd Airborne and additional JADP reinforcements have entered the city. Between them, we have over 10,000 troops and equipment scouring the entire Southern sector of Manhattan." SEC Tenner reported from the Pentagon. "RADM Foreman is coordinating with their respective commanders to direct their efforts. Drones and allied aircraft have locked down the New York airspace and are patrolling the skies for any more signs of the enemy."
"Clean up operations have been going smoothly, all things considered." RADM Foreman supplied as her presence was requested. "Some units have reported small pockets of resistance scattered in the buildings and alleyways. Regrettably, we've suffered casualties on our side due to the trickiness of the urban setting – ambushes and surprise attacks. We've already lost 12 Guardsmen. Fortunately, due to our quick response time and updated security protocols, there were minimal losses to report from the hospitals and the consulate buildings…but there were fatalities nonetheless."
It pained Pres. Jameson to hear that they had lost even more lives because of this unprovoked attack. This shouldn't have happened in the first place. Those people should've been enjoying their day in relative, not being butchered like animals and living through hell.
After GEN Drummond had informed him of the surprise attack on Manhattan, Pres. Jameson had summoned the National Security Council to the Situation Room – although due to such short notice, some of the members could only attend by live video feed – only to find out just what the fuck was going on there. Their words could be summed up as this: 'How did a hostile force get into their shores without them noticing again?!'
The Director of National Intelligence and the video link of the Director of the Central Intelligence Agency, Terrence J. Cooper and Samantha E. Kerstin respectively, had absolutely no answers to these questions for they was just as stumped as the rest of the Council. From their departments and their counterparts in JADP, there were no breaches in security and their surveillance satellites did not pick up any kind of hostile force entering US or other friendly territories.
This was completely outside of their scope.
The NSC would never forget the sheer magnitude of the atrocities committed by those animals. From their satellites to the news, it all showed one thing. The enemy was killing his countrymen and it was not a quick death like one would expect from a bullet. They were butchering men, women, and children in the streets.
They even saw a mother and a child being grabbed by this giant creature thing and were eaten. The child was first to be eaten as the mother watched helplessly, crying for her child before being eaten herself and whatever what was left of their corpses were discarded like trash. It was not just this though as numerous atrocities were being committed on the civilians by these...monsters.
When the battle finally was over and most of the enemy force was destroyed and the rest surrendered. All of the NSC breathed a sigh of relief that the crisis was over with but the President wanted – no, needed to know what the losses were.
"Before anything, I want a straight answer." Pres. Jameson dreaded the answer to this question but it must be done. "How many...how many lives were lost in the attack?"
The General hesitated for a moment before he sighed. "We don't have the exact numbers but if I had to hazard a guess...the attack happened at around 10:00 hours, sir. It was well within rush hour and it happened at a popular hangout place for families" President Jameson closed his eyes and rested his head in his hands. "I estimate 3 to 4 thousand lives were lost, possibly more. Most of the bodies were dumped in a large fire…nothing but burnt flesh and skeletons remained when we got there."
The NSC was horrified by the General's estimation and descriptions. Not less than two hours since the attack began; three to four thousand American lives were lost and that number might go up once the real casualty count was in. This was one of the worst loss of life in peacetime in US history since the 9/11 attacks.
"What about the status of the consulate building and the wounded civilians?"
"The Consulates of Russia, Argentina, India, Indonesia, Panama, and Spain have suffered substantial damage. Most of them suffered only minor injuries but the Indian consulate was the worst hit." The Secretary of State, Rebecca J. Keaton, reported. "Due to the suddenness of the attack, they weren't able to lock their facility down quick enough…it was a massacre and there were even signs of sexual assault."
"The same could be said for hospitals outlying South Central Park, sir." RADM Foreman said as she highlighted the afflicted locations. The President's heart dropped at seeing how close they were to ground zero. "Like with the Indian Consulate, they were too close to the epicenter to react fast enough so when the invaders attacked…it was a bloodbath, sir. The hardest hit was Columbia University Med Center."
"…How bad, Admiral?" Vice President Barbara C. Krantz asked with dread.
RADM Foreman looked pained to say it but she swallowed the lump in her throat. "The invaders managed to breach almost every floor of the CU med center. By the time the Marines got in…there wasn't anyone left. They got to the Neonatal ward and…47 infants were…" The Rear Admiral couldn't continue. She had seen the helmet cams and reports of what really happened. Of how several infants were smashed onto the floor and walls, stomped into mush, and were being eaten by those mindless half human beasts.
The Marines who saw the horrid went absolutely berserk and started killing every hostile they could get their hands on and had to be restrained after finding those that surrendered. Quite frankly, RADM Foreman couldn't blame them and that was just one incident of the sheer nightmare of what happened in that hospital
The NSC could tell by her expressions that what happened there was unspeakable and they all reacted accordingly. Even hardened individuals like GEN Drummond and the Intelligence Directors look absolutely sickened for they had caught a glimpse of what truly happened there.
"Worse still, we've also got confirmation that they have captured numerous civilians and brought them back to their territory judging from the testimonies of those we've rescued." RADM Foreman continued after regaining her composure.
The NSC were alarmed at that. All of them remembered their history lessons from way back in their high school years and if these guys were even remotely the same as the Ancient Romans then they know the sick shit that went on back then. If that was the case and they had indeed captured American and foreign civilians, then they were in extreme danger.
They needed to get them out and they needed to do it NOW!
Pres. Jameson leaned forward. While the shock of what happened at the CU Med Center was still fresh, he knew they had to act before anymore blood was spilt. "We cannot let them escape with our people. Recommendations?"
"Sir, we can arrange for a joint Marine and Army QRF in full MOPP gear to go in and retrieve the hostages." RADM Foreman said with seriousness, wanting this opportunity for righteous vengeance. "We only need your authorization."
"Mr. President, I must advise against sending troops in at this time." Dir. Kerstin said. "We don't even know of our troops can survive the transit or the environment on the other side. On top of that, they may encounter a large enemy reserve force."
"I assure you, Director, our Marines will be ready to face such a reserve force." RADM Foreman said. "Over my cold dead carcass will I let them escape while we still have a chance."
Pres. Jameson knew that this was a massive risk but couldn't let these animals get away with kidnapping their civilians to do God knows what. How could he face his family and the families of the victims if he did nothing to save them? "I understand your concerns, Director, but I cannot in good conscience leave those people to their fates'. RADM Foreman, you have my authorization. Send in whoever you got and give them everything they need to complete their task. Tanks, drones, ordnance, everything. I want those people brought back home."
RADM Foreman nodded with conviction. "Understood, Mr. President." With that, she withdrew from the meeting to make the preparations.
Dir. Cooper frowned as he looked at the monitor. "We're risking a helluva lot, Mr. President. We're going in blind and assuming that our men do survive the passing, I'm willing to bet that they'd meet the hostile reserves or something else entirely."
Pres. Jameson sighed tiredly. "I understand that…but I have faith our boys can kick ass and bring our civilians back home safe. Now, I want every effort to be done to help the victims. Spare nothing. I want them all to receive the best of care."
Todd J. Garcia, the White House Chief of Staff nodded. "Every available medical personnel in New York is being called up for duty. We've also called on our allies for aid but from what our medics are saying...most of them have suffered extreme injuries, sir. I don't think most will make it even with the triage going on in the field hospitals set up along with the now overcrowded real hospitals. There is also untold psychological damage that we frankly don't believe any amount of therapy could fix either."
The President breathed in deeply before releasing it with an audible sigh. He had never expected this to happen. Hell, no one could have ever expected any of this to happen! Ancient Romans and creatures that should only be found in fantasy? This kind of things only happens in some kind of twisted story!
Pres. Jameson only wanted to have a quiet term to serve and lead his country. He had hoped that nothing serious would happen so the US, her allies, and the world could enjoy a few decades of peace – it was a strenuous peace but peace nonetheless. Now this happens and it threw everything to the shits.
He could only imagine the reactions this would cause to the international community and to his nation. Once the American people hear of the barbarism New York had endured...they would want retribution.
"Regarding this…building. What do we know about it?" The President pointed to the strange structure in the middle of Sheep Meadow as the monitors zoomed in on it.
"Simply speaking, sir, we absolutely know nothing about this thing." GEN Drummond let out a weary sigh. "It just appeared out of nowhere. I know it may seem hard to believe and if I had to guess, I'd say it was magic which should be impossible but...we've all seen it with our own eyes and our soldiers fought them off our shores. Creatures right out of fiction and humans that look and act like Ancient Romans. This is something that no one could've foreseen even in their wildest imagination."
It was true and the Council had no choice but to accept it. No one could have prepared for something like this. Technically speaking, this should not be happening at all but here it was. They saw the action with their own eyes and their armed forces fought tooth and nail to kick them out. They could do nothing to refute such overwhelming evidence but like the General said, it was…very hard to believe.
Still, no matter how absurd this entire thing was, it was painfully clear that their home and the consulates of other nations were attacked, thousands of people lay dead by the enemy's hands, and they had kidnapped God knows how many to become slaves.
This means war.
"Mr. DuGuerin, I know that this is a moot point already, but what is our legal standing?" Pres. Jameson asked the Attorney General. "Can we declare war?"
"Mr. President, these…animals may look human but it's clear to all of us that they are an extraterrestrial entity." Atty. DuGuerin stated. "They launched and unprovoked attack on US soil, murdered and butchered thousands, caused hundreds of millions in property damage, and attacked the consulate buildings of several allied nations. Quite frankly, we have EVERY legal right to burn them to the ground and invoke Article 5 of the JADP Charter."
The JADP Charter was heavily based upon the NATO treaty; especially the famous Article 5. If she so chooses, the US could call upon the full unrestrained might of JADP and with several member nations' consulate building being destroyed and several foreign nationals being killed, the JADP would be far more than willing to follow through.
Pres. Jameson nodded as he contemplated their next course of action. There was no way in hell that he could let this slide nor find a diplomatic solution. The devastation of South Manhattan ensured that. "We need to get the word out. The world needs to know what happened here and what must be done to ensure their own safeties."
"Agreed." Mr. Garcia nodded. "We'll prepare an emergency White House press conference, sir. However, we will need to inform our allies of the situation as well."
"I'll handle that." AMB. Rachelle S. Pence said.
"Mr. President, this enemy somehow breached our defense network and early warning systems just like that. Then they caused massive damage to property and loss of life. They just appeared out of nowhere and we have no way of knowing until it's too late." The video link of the SEC Tenner began. "I recommend we raise all forces in the continental United States to DEFCON 2 while our forces overseas to DEFCON 3. We must also advise every nation in the world to be ready as well. At the moment, it's the only thing we can do."
The rest of the Council wholeheartedly agreed with the Secretary of Defense. With how easily they were able to bypass their defense grid, another enemy force could just pop up at another city anywhere in the world and this whole thing could start all over again.
With the decision unanimous, Pres. Jameson nodded his consent. "Agreed. General Drummond, you have mine and Secretary Tenner's authorization. All US forces at home are to be raised to DEFCON 2 and our forces overseas to DEFCON 3 in anticipation for another possible attack. Let's just hope that it doesn't happen. SEC Keaton, please prepare a meeting with PAUS, TCI, and AGP leaders. This goes far beyond our rivalries now."
The AGP or the Association of the Greater Pacific was an economic and security alliance between the South East Asian nations, Australia, Taiwan, Japan, and South Korea in response to China's aggressive expansionism into the South China Sea and her threats to Taiwan, and North Korea's renewed aggression to its Southern neighbor and Japan after Kim Yo-jong took power.
Working closely and with the support of the PAUS, the AGP was able to keep China and North Korea at bay and had become a key player in that East. It has proven itself to be a valuable partner to PAUS.
SEC Keaton gave a resolute nod. "Yes, Mr. President."
With the order given and feeling that they could do no more, the President scowled and stood up from his chair.
"Gentlemen, ladies, this was an unprovoked attack on our country. They killed thousands of civilians – Us or otherwise – and possibly captured more, and razed half of Manhattan to the ground. This is an act of war."
The Council had no rebuttal nor were they willing to give it.
"Once things calm down, I will release my formal statement and call for Congress for the US to declare a state of war, and apprehend those responsible." Pres. Jameson turned to Dir. Cooper and Kerstin. "Directors, you have full authority on how you deal with the prisoners. They have the answers to the questions we have and by God, we will get them."
"Understood, Mr. President."
"Good, in the meantime, I think we're done here." The President sighed. "This meeting is adjourned; you all know what you have to do. Good luck and God bless."
One by one, the members of the National Security Council filed out of the Situation Room. General Drummond to a secure communications terminal to order the Armed Forces to DEFCON 2. Directors Cooper and Kerstin to make preparations for the prisoners and their interrogation.
Eventually, only the President remained in the Situation Room with his thoughts. How did it come to this…first, he was enjoying a glass of whiskey and the next thing je knew, the President was ready to declare war on aliens essentially.
It was all really fucked up.
"God help us…"
LOCATION: SHEEP MEADOW – NEW YORK CITY, USA
DATE: MAY 11, 2023
TIME: 12:44:11
The mood in Sheep Meadow was one of sorrow and rage, after the Marines and National Guard finally took back the area from the hostiles and captured many of them, they were met with a horrible sight. The bodies of slain civilians – body parts and all – strewn all over the cratered ground, and a large pile of smoldering corpses. Add to the fact that some of the civilians were locked in cages and the terrible fate of the Columbia Medical Center, it took everything the US forces had NOT to start executing the prisoners.
Soon, they managed to form a defensive perimeter around the strange building under orders from High Command and began cleaning up the bodies. Many Marines and Guardsmen had their souls crushed at having to bag the slain civilians – especially the children. They handled the slain victims with the utmost reverence while giving immediate care to the rescued captives.
It wasn't until they learned from the traumatized captives that a good number of civilians were taken through the strange building by a group of enemy soldiers that US forces were practically pleading with their officers to be unleashed and get their people back.
They got their wish when RADM Foreman gave the order to assemble a large extraction force supported by armor and drones would pursue the captured civilians and bring them home.
It was an incredibly risky gamble but the US forces didn't care as they hauled ass to make ready to give chase. They were given everything from MOPP gears, tanks, IFVs, drone swarm carriers, SAM launchers, and a wired communications relay just in case radio signals couldn't reach to where they were going.
Of course, every single one of them were scared shitless. They were about to go into some freaky building portal thing to be shit out to an unknown location. However, that fear was drowned out by the need for payback.
Once the rescue force was ready, they had 124 fully armed Marines and Army soldiers in full MOPP gear, a platoon of M1A3 Abrams, 5 M2A4 Bradleys, 6 L-ATVs, a drone swarm carrier, and a M4 Command Vehicle.
Normally, this wouldn't be the load out of a rescue force but considering the circumstances of their objectives and the enormous amount of hostile forces they were told to expect, they needed some major fire power and protection.
Should anything happen, 2,000 Army dogs, Marines, and Guardsmen were ready in reserve.
Soon, the order was given to move out and the combined force rode into the darkness of the building's mouth.
The lead Abrams tanks rumbled through the dark abyss with nothing but the convoy's headlights as their only way to illuminate their path. "Easy as she goes, Kyle." 2LT Harvey Bates, leader of the tank platoon, said. "We don't need to get lost in this shit."
"True that." SPC Kyle Dawson, the driver, said. "I can't see 3 feet in front of me. Can you see anything from the optics, sir?"
2LT Bates shook his head. "I got nothing on night vision and thermals. We're literally flying blind here."
"Damn, this place gives me the creeps." Their loader, PFC Nolan Conway, whispered and the rest silently agreed with him.
"Poseidon, this is Thunder 2-6 Actual in the blind, checking in. Over." 2LT Bates waited for a reply from command but all he got was static. "Poseidon, this is Thunder 2-6 Actual. Come in, Over." Again, there was nothing but static. He tried a few more times before he gave up.
"Should've expected that comms are not working in this…whatever this is, sir." SGT Steven Ross, the gunner, said. "I hope that relay works in that M4 or we'll all be up shit creak."
2LT Bates hummed in agreement before he tried to raise the others. "Thunder 2-6 Actual to all units. Radio check. Over." 2LT Bates hoped that his transmission went out and he'd get a reply.
"This is Thunder 2-2. Check."
"This is Thunder 2-3. We up."
"Thunder 2-4. 500 and Up."
The rest of the column and the Marines checked in with 2LT Bates and he let out a sigh of relief. "Thunder 2-6 Actual copies all. Good to hear from you. Out. At least we know the comms are working locally."
"Sir, I can see light up ahead!" SPC Dawson shouted out and 2LT Bates manipulated his optics forward. He almost felt relief at seeing daylight up ahead but it was game time now.
"All units, this is Thunder 2-6. We have found daylight up ahead. Be advised: we don't know what's waiting for us and the kind of terrain we're getting into. Once we breach the veil, I want all tanks to the front with the IFVs behind. Immediately assume defensive positions. Whatever the hostiles throw at us, we'll take it first. How copy? Over." All units understood his instructions so he placed his eyes on his screens as they drew near to the other side.
"This is it, guys." SPC Dawson said. "We're about to reach the exit. ETA: 15 seconds."
PFC Conway immediately loaded HEAT shell into the breach before closing it. "Shell up."
The M1028 was designed to be an anti-personnel tank shell. Basically, it turns the tank into an oversized shotgun. The tank platoons we're expecting to go up against lightly armored enemy infantry and monsters so why waste a perfectly good HEAT round when you can make hamburger meat with the M1028.
Thunder 2-6 roared through the exit and the crew were immediately aware of their terrain. It was a beautiful grassy and hilly field and judging from the position of the sun, was mid day. It was ideal terrain for the US armored vehicles but that wasn't their objective.
Soon, the rest of the tank platoon emerged from the building and 2LT Bates directed his tanks to form a crescent formation 50 meters from the entrance as the IFVs and light vehicles began flooding in.
"Thunder 2-4 to all units, I have visual confirmation of a large enemy force five clicks to our immediate front. I say again: we got a fuckton of hostiles right on top of us."
2LT Bates swiveled his optics to where Thunder 2-4 reported the enemy location and his eyes damn near shot right out of his skull in shock. There was a lot of them – ground and air elements alike.
"Jesus…I don't think we can survive against that many." SGT Ross muttered out.
"We're not here for a no holds barred brawl." 2LT Bates retorted as the Marines and Army soldiers dismounted from their vehicles and were taking up defensive positions while the technicians worked double time to establish contact back to command and get the drone swarm online. "All we have to do is to keep them occupied long enough to find the hostages and get them home."
SPC Dawson shivered. "Let's hope they haven't gone far, sir."
2LT Bates observed the enemy force from his optics and he could see that they were a bit disorganized and frantic. No doubt being spooked by their appearance and the reports from the few that escaped. It suited the Americans just fine since it gave them ample time to dig in and prepare.
"Thunder 2-6, this is Raven 3. We got the comms relay up – Overlord is seeing what we see now – and the drone swarm is online. We're ready to kick this off. Over." The M4 CV's commander reported.
"Solid copy, Raven 3. The enemy seems to be still confused so let's not waste any more time. Over."
"Roger that. Deploying drone swarm."
Immediately after, the two drone carriers opened up and hundreds of AQ-27 Dragonfire drones soared to the sky. They didn't have GPS to guide them so the Marines have to operate them manually to search for the hostages. Consequently, the deployment of the drones had rattled the enemy army and they were now converging on the US' position. It was just their luck, however, that the enemy was marching in tightly packed formations.
"I couldn't ask for a better target than that, sir." SGT Ross chuckles as he fingered his cannon's trigger.
2LT Bates chuckled himself before radioing his platoon to issue his firing orders. "Large enemy formation. Direct front – frontal. 3 rounds: HEAT. At my command. Ready, report." It only took a few seconds before his tanks acknowledge his order and waited for his firing command. "Wait until they're in range of our guns. On my command, blow them all to hell."
The drone swarm flew high over their current position but made no move to engage the hostiles. It was the plan to use the bulk of the drones to draw the enemy's attention to them while a few drones broke off to scour the area for any signs of the captives.
Unfortunately, the silence was broken when a group of enemy dragons screamed towards their position. The men and IFVs had no choice but to open fire on them or risk being torn up. That kicked the hornet's nest since the enemy army was startled and broke into a frantic charge.
While the IFVs and Marines handled the dragons, the tanks held their fire until the enemy infantry were in range, and at the very second they were…
"All tanks, fire!"
Simultaneously, the ground shook as the 4 tanks' main guns exploded with tremendous ferocity as their shells screamed towards their target. The shells hit their mark and damn near vaporized a good chunk of their front line troops.
PFC Conway opened the breach and loaded in a fresh HEAT round. "UP!"
"Gunner, same target. 2200 meters."
"Target acquired!"
"Fire!"
Another round roared out of the barrel and smashed right into the human wall, reducing those caught in the blast to human stew. While the tanks did their magic, the Marines were busy taking those dragons out. While those flying lizards were apparently impervious to small arms fire, they didn't stand a chance against anti-material 50 cal rounds and heat seeking missiles. It didn't take long before the dragons were neutralized and they all turned their weapons on the advancing infantry.
Filling up the gaps between the Abrams, the 5 M2A4 Bradleys peppered the unprotected enemy infantry with high explosive 25 mm rounds. The Marines also joined in the shooting gallery as they picked off those lucky enough to survive the initial onslaught with machine gun fire. From the skies, the drone swarm rained down a storm of lead from all sides of the enemy army.
Being decimated from the front and torn up from all sides, the enemy army was being smashed to pieces and they had absolutely no idea what was going on. There was mass confusion and chaos within their ranks but they stubbornly refused to be routed.
"Raven 3 to all units. We have located what appears to be a group of caravans some 7 clicks up that road. They have to be our targets. Over."
"Roger that, Raven!" Capt. Thomas Frazer, acting commander of the rescue force, said. "Ravager 6 Actual to Ravager 2-2 and 2-3. Mount up and get those hostages now. We'll keep these bastards pinned down. Go!"
The 2 squads acknowledged and were about to embark ln their vehicles until a massive shadow suddenly blocked out the sun. "What the hell…?" Peering overhead, the Marines' faces turned pale when they saw a seriously massive red dragon many times the size of those they had killed diving straight towards the field.
The appearance of the large beast had broken the spirit of the enemy army as they all scattered in a desperate attempt to flee. It landed with the force of an earthquake and spewed out a torrent of flames upon the fleeing hostile force and wiped them all out in a single pass. It let out an heaven splitting roar as it gorged itself to the cooked meat.
"What the fuck is that?!"
"They got a red Godzilla now?!"
"We can't kill that thing!"
The radio was flooded with panicked screaming but Capt. Frazer was determined to restore order and cohesion between his troops so they can have a chance at beating this thing and saving the hostages.
"Everyone, shut the fuck up!" He shouted into his radio. "We can still do this. I don't think that thing has seen us yet so-"
"SHIT! IT'S COMING RIGHT AT US!"
The last thing Capt. Frazer ever saw was the dragon opening it's mouth and bathing the US recue force in hell fire. Once the flames died down, some of the LATVs had literally melted and over 60 dismounted Marines and Army soldiers were reduced to carbon while many more were burned beyond recognition.
2LT Bates knew that they couldn't stand against something like that so he made a painful decision. "Raven 3, direct all drones to get that thing's attention! My tanks will cover the retreat! We're pulling out now!"
"Roger that!"
The drone swarm immediately began buzzing the large dragon with small arms fire. Their weapons doing absolutely no damage but it did capture the creature's attention and bought the devastated rescue force time to drag themselves back through the structure.
Unfortunately, the dragon became uninterested in the drones and was onto the retreating US forces. They still had personnel and vehicles trapped here so, in desperation, 2LT Bates ordered his tanks and the few IFVs let to fire upon that monster.
Miraculously, Thunder 2-3 scored a direct hit to the beast's chest. It wasn't enough to kill it but the HEAT round had punched through the dragon's hide and the force made it stumble to the ground.
With the beast momentarily stunned and on the, the tanks didn't waste any time in peppering the monster with everything they had. The dragon roared in agony as it frantically tried to stand; madly thrashing around.
The Abrams kept firing and scoring multiple direct hits but the beast's outer armor plates were incredibly durable. Still, the tanks and drones bought them just enough time for the battered rescue force to finally pull out.
Soon, the tanks began to retreat as well and Raven 3 activated the drone swarm's self destruct protocol. Once the US had escaped, the red dragon snarled in rage before roaring into the sky.
With US forces suffering massive casualties from the unexpected arrival of that dragon, they had failed their objective.
DATE: MAY 12, 2035
TIME: 16:19:21
*36 HOURS AFTER THE MANHATTAN INCIDENT*
New York ATTACKED! America STUNNED!
"Good evening, this is Debra J. Harrington of CNN News. The entire nation is in left in a state of utter shock as Manhattan is put into lock down by Marine, and Naval forces of the US 2nd Fleet and JADP home fleets. Just over a day ago, we have learned that Manhattan had been the site of yet another attempted invasion of an unknown hostile force resulting in the deaths of thousand innocent lives and destruction. We go now live to Manhattan where our field reporter, Ralph L. Rosenberg, is covering the incident. Ralph, you there?"
The screen then showed a video link to the skies over Manhattan in a news helicopter.
"Thank you, Debra. We're reporting live in a helicopter and circling the around South Manhattan. This is as far as we can get close because the airspace around Central Park for a whole 5 mile radius is restricted by the military. As you can see there is nothing but destruction. Buildings in ruins, cars on fires; Debra, you'd think it was the Russian's again. Right now, the Navy has locked down the entire island. I can tell you right now, Debra, that the fighting is over and the invaders subdued but the according to them, the area is still not safe. Marine, Army, and National Guard units, as well as emergency personnel, are now focusing their attention in search and rescue operations for any survivors in the danger zone."
"Ralph, is there any word on the survivors? How are they doing?"
Ralph sighed. "Debra, most of them were in pretty bad shape when they were being treated. Gruesome details that, for the sake of our viewers, I will not be going into detail but all I can say is...if the videos we saw in the internet were real...these people suffered through hell. The worst of them is the Columbus University Med Center. What happened there…I can't even describe it."
"Ralph, what can you tell us about the attempted rescue attempt of US forces?"
"We don't have the exact picture but from reliable sources, there's a high possibility that the invaders managed to abscond with an unknown number of civilians – both American and foreign. Upon learning about it, US forces quickly assembled a large rescue force to pursue them through the structure. Once they passed through, they engaged a large enemy reserve force with tanks, IFVs, and drone swarms. They were kicking ass until they encountered something large and powerful there. The rescue force suffered catastrophic loses that forces them to pull out. We don't know what it was but there's talk that it's some kind of…10 storey tall dragon."
"Thank you, Ralph." The video feed of Manhattan was cut and the scene went back to the news station. "In regards to this surprise attack, the Military has gone on high alert with all forces in the continental United States reported to be mobilizing in anticipation for another possible attack. We go now live to the White House where the President is about to make an official statement. Reporting in from Washington DC, Shana C. Miller. Shana?"
The screen then showed a video link in the White House's James S. Brady Press Briefing Room where dozens of reporters were all reporting to their respective news channels.
"Thank you, Debra. We are now live in the White House Briefing Room for the President's official statement for this surprise attack. White House officials have been particularly tight lipped about this issue and we can only hope the Pres. Jameson has the – there he is! The President of the United States has now made his appearance. He is accompanied by Army General Jerald T. Drummond, the Chairman of the Joint Chiefs of Staff, and is making his way onto the podium."
The camera swerved to Pres. Jameson as he stood before the podium and their cameras and in essence, the very eyes of the American public who wanted answers for this.
The President took a deep breath and released it before looking back up. "Thank you for coming here today, everybody." He said before he motioned for the reporters to sit down and they did. "My fellow Americans, I know that you have many questions regarding what happened at New York. I asked questions among similar lines as well but I can tell you right now...that the United States of America was attacked." He paused for a moment to let it sink in before continuing. "I know that videos have been circulating in the internet, showing graphic footage of unbelievable creatures and men dressed as Ancient Romans killing Americans in gruesome fashion. All I can say to you is that those videos are indeed...true."
Once the word left his mouth, the reporters raised their hands, trying to get his attention and spouted massive amounts of questions. President Jameson could see the utter disbelief in their eyes and he could only imagine what the nation...the world was thinking.
Most times, these kinds of videos were just hoaxes; made for simple entertainment of to incite a scare from somebody but to hear that it was certainly true from the very head of the United States government was a big bomb.
It took a while but the crowd was eventually silenced. "Yes, you heard it correctly; those things you saw were all authentic. This has been confirmed by the Director of National Intelligence, Mr. Cooper, GEN Drummond, as well as our brave troops who risked everything in Manhattan. We have captured prisoners and they have been detained and are currently on their way to a secure location. I'll take your questions."
"Sir, what can you tell us about the state of the prisoners?"
President Jameson sighed. "Currently, that is classified information but I can tell you that we will find out what they wanted to accomplish in attacking us." The reporter nodded as the President motioned for another reporter.
"What are the casualties, sir?"
It was the question Jameson dreaded to answer but he knew he had to. Taking a deep breath, he bowed him head. "Unfortunately, the attacked occurred when Central Park had the most people. As of right now, the number of dead is over four thousand and injured is about ten thousand. We also have reason to that they have captured a number of American civilians."
As expected, the crowd of reporters grew even wilder and Pres. Jameson could only imagine what the Americans at home were thinking. If he could see them, they were all in outrage.
When the reporters did not seem to calm down, the President picked one to speak so there could be order. That was when the next reporter asked the million dollar question as it were. "Mr. President, how did they get into the United States and is it possible that another attack may occur?"
"We aren't entirely sure but early reports from the officers on the scene reported that some kind of strange structure just appeared out of thin air in Sheep Meadow. I know this is something that's completely impossible but we have concrete evidence that we can't refute. As they have a method of travel we have no way of predicting, it is possible that they could attack another major city. Due to this, I have ordered – effective immediately – that all US Armed Forces in the Continental United States are to assume defense level DEFCON 2 while our forces overseas have defense levels raised to DEFCON 3. We are also coordinating and sharing information with all world leaders. Should another attack occurs, we will be ready. This isn't just a US problem anymore…but a global one."
The whole room gasped at what was being implied. For all intents and purposes, the President was all but calling the entire world to stand ready as this was a possible alien attack. Before they could ask more questions, the President already called Shana Miller for her question.
Shana Miller stood and straightened up. "Sir...is this the start of another war for the United States? For the whole world?" That got everyone's attention and they all turned to the President for the answer.
President Jameson knew that this was another question that had to be answered. If he knew his country is that the United States of America does not take any attack on her people and soil lying down. There's a very good chance that the entire population wanted payback.
"Under national and international law, these men and monsters attacked us and killed many of our people with no official declaration of war. Simply put, these…animals are extra-terrestrial entities with capabilities we know nothing about and they came here to either destroy or enslave us. It leaves me with no other choice." President Jameson lowered his head for a second before raising it up with a resolute expression. "Under Section 2, Article 3 of the US Constitution, I hereby call an emergency session of Congress in five days to declare a state of war against this new threat. I also ask for our allies for their support and the invocation of Article 5 of the JADP Charter. Thank you, no more questions." With that, the President stepped away from the podium, being escorted by the General and Secret Service agents as the reporters tried to get more questions in.
"There you have it, Debra. Coming from the President of the United States himself, he confirmed the authenticity of the videos, audio recordings and images about the Manhattan attack. I...I can't believe it myself..." Shana shook her head in disbelief before turning back to the camera. "Ladies and gentlemen, the President has all but declared that the United States – and possibly the entire world - is once again at war against an enemy no one could have expected but with the brutal killing of thousands of both American and foreign civilians alike and the possible abduction of an unknown number of them, this is a choice that all Americans will support. Debra?"
The screen switched to the CNN news station.
"Thank you, Shana. With the whole of the United States Armed Forces called into action to defend against an enemy we have never faced until now, the confirmation of said enemy that we thought were mere fiction by the President, and the Unites States on the brink of war, one has to ask...just what the hell is happening and how is the world dealing with this new astounding and frightening development."
Oh, the world reacted all right. What happened in Manhattan as soon as the news broke out scared the others nations. If an enemy had the means to just pop up out of nowhere, their leaders instantly followed the United States' lead and mobilized their own armies to defend against such a threat.
LOCATION: HOBOKEN UNIVERSITY MEDICAL CENTER – NEW JERSEY, USA
DATE: MAY 15, 2035
TIME: 08:02:43
It was 3 days since the surprise attack had devastated South Manhattan and a lot of injured people needed serious medical aid. With the sheer number of wounded and dead, medical facilities that weren't ravaged in New York City were stressed to breaking even with the military setting up numerous field hospitals. So, they had no choice but to transfer some of the casualties to hospitals in New Jersey and Brooklyn.
One such of those hospitals was the Hoboken University Med Center. They were one of the first to accept the injured after the National Guard had entered the city and started evacuating people out. Every corner of the hospital was filled to the brim with injured people and its entire medical staff was doing all they can to help them but the hospital's teams and resources were already stretched thin by the sheer volume of the injured.
In one of the shared rooms lay CAPT Derek Westbrook in his bed. Unlike those with him who were moaning and screaming for help, he laid motionless as stared up at the ceiling fan. From what the nurses had told him, Derek was unconscious for almost two days and had just woken up last night. He had sustained several shrapnel wounds, burns, and fractured bones.
Although he was injured, when he woke up, Derek immediately asked for his phone and equipment back. Unfortunately, the nurses said his things were wrecked beyond use. It was probably due to the car explosion, shrapnel, and/or the fall he took.
Nevertheless, it was only a minor set back as Derek could still recall the events with crystal clarity. The Delta Operator snorted as he once again replayed the events of what happened that day. Trying to analyze the enemy tactics and movements from memory alone.
'When I get home, I'll have to access my secured cloud.' He said to himself as he had uploaded the footage there as well as sending it to JSOC. He needed to study his opponent in earnest.
Still, that wasn't the only thing on his mind. A lot of things had happened since he was unconscious but the gist of it was…the US – hell, maybe the entire world – was crying for war. He was brought up to speed by the gossiping nurses and the numerous TVs and radios around.
Derek wasn't surprised; it was only obvious to wage war against a hostile alien entity that killed thousands of civilians and abducted and unknown number more. If he was a betting man, it would only take his superiors a short time to find him and transfer him out to heal faster.
Just then, two nurses came to him with a wheelchair. "Excuse me, Mr. Westbrook, but you are needed to undergo a chest x-ray. We've spotted something in there that may be left over metal pieces."
The Delta Operator merely nodded and the 2 nurses assisted him on getting on the wheelchair. His entire upper body was bandaged up and it hurts to move but his expression didn't change one bit. He was used to it anyway.
Once he was on the wheelchair, the 2 nurses went on their way with him. It only took him moments to realize that where they were going was not towards the radiology department, but he kept quiet since he had a pretty good idea who wanted to see him.
The three entered into an elevator and 1 nurse pushed the button for the roof deck. Once they had arrived, the nurses brought Derek to a secluded part of the roof where a lone man was waiting for them.
"Thank you for the assistance, ladies. I'll call you again once we're done here." The man said before the 2 nurses nervously scampered away.
Once the nurses were out of sight, the man chuckled as he stared at Derek. "Amazing what a few thousand bucks can do, isn't it?"
"What is it, Rake?" Derek knew this man all too well.
Rake – obviously not his real name – was CIA. Derek met him in Iraq when he was a Green Beret then and he had used the Delta Operator in numerous high risk missions around the world. Mexico, Venezuela, Iraq, Africa, and South East Asia ranging from assassination, snatch and grab, localized genocide ect.
"Right, to business." Rake sighed as he placed a chair in front of Derek. "We're about to become at war again. The whole country's and the whole of JADP is outraged by this attack and the abduction of civilians. As you've also heard, a rescue attempt was made but that ended in disaster. Yeah, we have plans for that son of a bitch."
Derek kept silent at that. A giant dragon coming out of nowhere? Yeah, that was…something. "What's the reaction of the TCI?"
"They're as shocked and spooked as the rest of us." Rake readjusted his position on his seat. "They're mobilizing their own forces if something like this happens on their turf. As well as the token speeches of sympathy and solidarity and offers if humanitarian aid."
"What's the play, then?"
"The President is set to appear before Congress on May 17th to ask them to declare war. After that, JADP is set to invoke Article 5. Seeing as how their consulates were razed to the ground, they'll want payback too. Right now, the Pentagon is already deliberating on the composition of the invasion force."
"They don't have the intel for that."
Rake nodded. "True, but we have captured some prisoners. A few of them seem to be in the know so we'll work on them."
"That won't be enough." Derek muttered, his tactical mind racing. He knew from experience that information obtained from interrogated prisoners were sometimes unreliable.
"Don't I know it." Rake chuckled as he took out a cigarette, lit it up, and took a look swig of it. "Thankfully, the failed rescue gave us a good look at the terrain beyond the structure but it's smoky at best. And we're still sifting through the captured documents but we still need more intel."
Derek furrowed his brow in interest as he leaned forward. He said nothing but his eyes told his CIA associate to keep talking.
"We can handle intelligence gathering but the higher ups need something more…direct" Rake took another whiff of his cigarette. "A tier 1 joint task force made up of personnel with no qualms of doing some evil shit. I want you to lead them."
Derek had experience in committing terrible atrocities. After all, there was a reason why most of his service record was blacked out. "Why not get the Ghosts to do it?"
"Task Force Stalker is currently embroiled with missions in Africa and Asia at the moment. The suits upstairs have deemed our interests in those parts of the world too valuable to be abandoned. Not even for this."
"Why me?"
"Because I know you, Derek, and I know how you work." Rake said as he looked into Derek's eyes. "There's a reason why the Arabs fear and hate you, and the South Americans still tell stories about what you did to the Sinaloa Cartel."
The Delta Operator frowned at being reminded of his missing against the Sinaloa Cartel. Needless to say, Satan would be welcoming him with open arms when he finally dies.
"This enemy doesn't abide by our rules of war, Captain." Rake continued. "They've shown themselves to be nothing but rabid animals. So we need someone to match their mindless savagery with ruthless brutality."
Derek took a few moments to consider his decision before giving his answer. "I pick the members. No red tape nor interference with officialdom."
"As always, Derek." Rake chuckled. "I've arranged for you to be transferred to a military hospital in Fort Bragg to receive the best of care. We need you in fighting shape soon to prepare your Task Force. Until then, you'll be escorted back to your bed." He then signaled the 2 nurses to take Derek back to his bed.
As Derek was being taken back to his place, his mind raced with his new mission. He had been given command of a joint task force to be deployed into an actual alien world. He already had a few names to add to his recruitment list.
However, what was left of the human side of him wanted Derek to at least call his family. It had been years since he had spoken to them but…they were better off without him.
LOCATION: CLASSIFIED
DATE: MAY 15, 2035
TIME:20:53:43
SPLASH!
Count Formal woke up in a jolt as he sputtered and coughed out water. "W-What..?" When his senses eventually cleared, the Count looked around and he could only see blackness surrounding him and nothing more. "Where...Where am I...?" He asked himself a little unnerved at being able to see nothing. He tried to move but he soon found out that his wrists and ankles were locked in place in a chair of some sorts that he was sitting by shackles.
He tried to wiggle himself free in an attempt to get free but he should have known better as these shackles were made of steel. "Damn...Legate Siricus! Legate Lacanus! Lorenz?! Is anyone there?!"
"You're awake. Good."
Colt jolted in surprise and looked around frantically. That voice...it was nothing like he had ever heard before. It sounded distorted...metallic...demonic even and given the fact that he was in complete darkness, it made the Count slightly afraid that something was with him here.
"W-Who are you?! Show yourself!"
"You will answer our questions truthfully. Do you understand?"
"Step out of the shadows first, you coward!" Count Formal demanded bravely but his bravery was squashed as he felt pain the likes of which he never felt before. "AAAAAARRRGGHHHH!" His body felt like it was lit on fire and hundreds of needles poking at his flesh continuously. Fortunately for him, after what felt like an eternity, the pain finally stopped and the Count slumped in his chair; his breathing ragged.
"Do you understand?" It asked in a more forceful manner.
Colt clenched his eyes shut and groaned. "...Yes." He said begrudgingly. Whatever they did to him...whatever horrible magic they cast upon him...he DID NOT want to experience it again.
"Good. What is your name?"
Seeing as he had no way to escape and whoever or whatever this thing is could simply just cast that spell on him and leave him to die a most horrible death, Colt decided to cooperate. "...Colt."
"Give me your full name."
"Count Colt Fortunato Umbrius Formal, current head of the Formal Clan." He said, hoping that his title and position would mean something.
"Where were you born?"
Apparently his title and position meant nothing here and that just made his fear spike. Swallowing the lump in his throat, Colt lifted his head slightly. "I-Italica, the birthplace of my family."
Suddenly, lights filled the room and Count Formal was forced to close his eyes due to the intense brightness. When his vision returned, he saw that he was in an empty white room. There was literally nothing else in it and everything was in white; the walls, the floor, the ceiling, the chair, even his clothes were all pure white. He could see no windows or doors within this strange prison and the more he looked around, the more he felt like he was in an infinite void. It was unnerving him.
"Do you know why you're here?"
There was that voice again but the problem was, there was no one else with him. Colt was getting really nervous now. There was no one else here! Whatever that voice belonged to must be some kind of demon, he was sure of it.
"B-Before I answer that...I must know...where are you...and who are you?"
"Where you are is not important. As to who I am…well, you can call me you judge, jury and executioner. Now, again…do you know why you're here?"
The color in Colt's face drained as he shook in his chair. His breathing became labored as he tried to break free from his bonds but all that got him was another horrendous shock.
"I will repeat my question. Do you know why you're here? Don't test me."
Colt let out a moan of pain but he did indeed know why he was here. "I…I was part of the invasion force against your people…I am your prisoner and at your mercy." Colt said in a defeated and pained tone.
Out of all the times he secretly cursed the Empire, he would certainly curse them now. Curse the Saderan Empire and everything it stood for, for sending over forty thousand men or seven legions to their almost guaranteed deaths and him to never be able to see his beloved daughters again.
"Why did you attack the United States of America? What did you hope to accomplish with this invasion?"
'The United States of America, so that is what this country's name is.' Colt mused to himself. Judging by its name, it was a collection of many states under one banner. This meant it was most likely an empire as well; an empire that completely dwarfed the Saderan Empire in all aspects.
The Count tried to think of a very good answer to give. For the life of him, Colt could not just say that he had no other choice. Whoever that was talking to him would never accept such a weak answer and would not think twice to double the pain he felt earlier but he had to be quick about it. He was sure that his situation would even worsen if he lied so he must be truthful.
When he could think of no other answer, Colt bowed his head in resignation before he spoke the truth. "...I...The Empire's goal was to cross through the Gate and conquer the lands beyond and subjugate its inhabitants." He closed his eyes and prepared himself for the torturous spell but none came.
"So you call that thing the Gate, huh? A bit unoriginal but good to know."
Count Colt opened his eyes and slowly lifted his head in slight amazement. He didn't expect such a…jovial response.
"Based on your wordings, Count, are you saying that it was never your intention to invade my country? Kill my people?"
At least whoever was talking to him was willing to listen and Count Formal hoped that he could convince this being that he had wanted no part in the Saderan's barbarism. "N-No. I have no desire in such a thing as I abhor violence. I only wanted to rule my people in peace."
"And yet you ordered men to murder of thousands."
Count Formal hung his head in shame. "I...know...I have shamed the principles of my family and took many lives...but I had no other choice...to defy an Imperial order is a death sentence. Not just for me...but for my entire family and people."
"Interesting...please, explain."
The Count nodded his head. "Believe me, I wanted no part in the war mongering ambitions of the Empire but to refuse the order of the Emperor himself...it would mean eternal humiliation for myself and that of my family. It could even be seen as treason and the Emperor could demand my heads and those I hold dear." Count Formal released a remorseful sigh. "...I...care not if I was put to death but...I could not let such a fate befall my family and my people so I had no other choice but to join."
"An understandable reason, but it does not exonerate you from your crimes."
Colt hung his head in shame. "...I know...and nothing I will do and say will change that. I know that I will rot in the Underworld for what I have done."
"Let's move on. What can you tell me about-"
"Wait...please, before we continue...I want to know how many of us survived. Please."
"Understand this, Count. We ask the questions and you answer."
"Then why should I help you? I already know that you would kill me after you got what you need so why should I bother?" He knew that it was already hopeless for him. He may be the only one left alive from the forsaken invasion so why not just get it over with.
"I see." The voice said after a moment. "Very well, you once asked me how many of you survived. You're not the only one. Would you like to see them?"
Colt looked anxious at what this voice was implying and he started to regret speaking out of turn but he needed to know if he was the only one left. So he slowly nodded.
"Then take a look, Count Formal, of how your friends are enjoying American hospitality."
He waited for a few second before the entire front section of his cell walls completely turned black. The Count jumped in surprise but it soon turned to amazement as the wall turned light blue and at the center was a blurred out circle with some markings in it.
Colt could not make out what most of those markings were but he could see a bird's head – an eagle by the looks of it – and below it was some kind of shield and engraved within is was a star of some sort. It must be this country's symbol or flag.
Before he could ask, the wall then showed a scene that made him sick. The wall then showed visions of Saderans being tortured in horrendous ways.
One was tied down on a table while two men in black poured water on his face that was covered by a cloth. Another was screaming for mercy and agony as two individuals held him down while another actually tore his fingernail off. Another screaming as his arm was literally cut off by a tool that breathed blue flames. Another was begging for mercy as a man was holding back two ravenous looking dogs until they were let loose and began ripping the soldier apart. There were many more scenes that followed
Colt averted his eyes, not wanting to see any more.
"Nice sight, isn't it? Your men are getting first class treatment here, you should be grateful that you're still in one piece. But I have a story that I want to share with you. Do you want to hear it?"
Colt shook as he tried to avoid looking at the barbarous killings of his men before answering. "...W-What story...?"
"Well, it's not exactly a story – more like history. About a century ago, a certain country had the bright idea to launch a surprise attack on us quite like yours did. We lost thousands of good men and women and it nearly crippled us. To our good fortune, however, they made one fatal mistake – they didn't finish the job. Instead of pressing their attack, they ran back to their home thinking that they could get away with it...they were wrong. Even their commander was doubtful of their actions and his words were this: "I fear all we have done is awaken a sleeping giant and fill him with a terrible resolve." It took us a while but when the news spread, the American people wanted revenge and when we were ready, we hunted them down. Ocean to ocean, island to island, jungle to jungle, city to city; until only their home island is all that was left and do you know what we did to them?"
Despite the growing fear in him at what horror was he was going to see, Colt was overcome with morbid curiosity. "W-What did you do...?"
"We did this."
The various acts of torture were removed and now displayed the sea at sunset. Colt could see the outline of an island in the horizon – that must be the nation that attacked them. As he was wondering what would happen and then something happened that would be burned into his mind for the rest of his life.
A massive explosion of fire and death engulfed the island. Count Formal could do nothing but watch in absolute horror as the tower of flames rose up high above the clouds and literally parted the very heavens themselves!
(CASTLE BRAVO NUCLEAR TEST – MARCH 1, 1954)
He could not believe it...this country just destroyed an entire nation in one fell swoop. The color red flooded the room as Colt shook in his chair, unable to take his eyes off of such awesome and horrific power.
This country...this United States of America possessed the power of a damn god! Then came the realization; that the Empire just brought upon death and flames upon Falmart.
The vision ended and the wall reverted to white; leaving Colt a shivering mess, his face devoid of color.
"Now you see what we can really do and keep in mind that this was almost a century ago. A century is a long time to...perfect ourselves. Do not force us to use this weapon, Count. Lest we drop it on your little Myui's head."
This sent chills down the Count's spine. If this was done over a century ago then he had no reason to doubt that they could and would do it again to another country. Colt did not know what kind of god would grant these people so much power but knew that the Empire truly messed with the wrong nation. Nothing and he means nothing could stop the United States from their revenge.
However, at the mention of his young daughter's name, the Count found it in himself to struggle. "H-HOW DO YOU KNOW MY DAUGHTER'S NAME?!"
"We know a lot of things, Count. It would be so easy for us to find her and most of us wouldn't lose any sleep over destroying your home. Just as you tried to do to ours."
"S-Stop, please!" Colt begged in desperation. "I beg of you; my people and her have done nothing to deserve this! They are innocent! You have me and the survivors; do to us what you wish!"
"Our people did nothing to deserve to be butchered by your hands but that did not stop you anyway. Why should we?"
Colt struggled harder to break free of his bonds but it was no use; there was no escape. With his spirit broken and resolve in shambles, Count Formal bowed his head in defeat. "Please...spare my people and daughter. I'll do anything…become your slave, work myself to death…but please, not them." He now understood that there was absolutely no way that the Empire could win against such a powerful force. The Count already accepted his fate but he wanted his daughter and people out of this war...they were all innocent in this.
"How honorable of you…but we have different plans for you."
Colt shut his eyes shut as he prepared for judgement.
"The way we see it, you are more useful to use alive than dead. Not to mention that you're one of the more sensible prisoners. So we'd like to offer you a one-time deal."
"W-What kind of...deal?" Colt asked shakily. He was afraid that the price he would have to pay would be enormous.
"Supply us with vital intelligence and information about all you know about this Empire of yours. Its geography, political climate, the natives, terrain features, who hates who, everything you know. In return, we'll guarantee the safety of your home and daughter and you'll be granted your freedom."
In quite a stupor, Colt could only blink. Those terms were surprisingly...light. He expected his captors to demand of his absolute allegiance and to pay them tribute in gold, perhaps even give up his lands and wealth. He did not expect this to be honest. "I...do not understand...you only seek information...in return for the safety of my home?"
"Correct."
"And what happens if I...refuse?"
"Then we're not obligated to spare your home or your daughter. Much less your entire world. Make your choice now, Count. This will not be given to you again."
Colt wracked his brain as he thought of his chances. There was no escape here and even if he did get free of these bonds, he would be dead before he even get out of this room. The images of that massive fireball horrified him...horrified that such a weapon would be unleashed over his home...over his world.
Should he refuse the offer, there will not be any more Empires, no kingdoms, not even a single soul left alive in Falmart. However, if he accepted this offer, he will be seen as a traitor not just by the Empire but by the very people he sought to defend. Both paths were hard ones...to condemn his world to untold destruction or to be seen as a traitor...but who was he to be selfish?
Of course, there was absolutely no guarantee that his captors would ever keep their words as even the Empire seldom does.
"...How do I know that you will keep your word?" Count Formal asked softly.
"Prove your usefulness, then you'll see how serious we are in keeping our word and to those that break them."
Seeing that there was no other choice, Colt let out a sigh with a heavy heart. "I...I accept your terms..." May the Gods have mercy on him.
"Then let us begin. What can you tell me about your leadership?"
While the Count was spilling everything he knows to his interrogator, in the control center was a collection of CIA agents handling the entire thing.
In particular, the agent handling Count Colt's interrogation was Vase Officer Brandy M. Diaz. She hit a gold mine with this guy and it did not take much to get him talking. In fact, she had a good feeling that he was ready to sell out this Empire of his and that he was just playing token resistance to see if they were bluffing or if they could back up their words.
Like she thought, it didn't take much to get him talking. All she had to do was show him some videos about his guys getting tortured brutally and to add a bit of texture, told him about a little bit of history.
Sure, she might have messed it up a little bit but the Count did not need the full details. After all, she was trying to scare him and showing him the Castle Bravo detonation and saying the one used against Japan was the icing on the cake.
Oh, and about those brutal tortures? They didn't really happen per say. Some of the guys here were astounding actors and with a little bit of CGI editing from the techs, it was child's play. He made a mental note to give those 2 Dobermans a treat after she was done here. They were really big cuddle bugs when off duty.
Brandy looked to the other screens and it showed that the other prisoners, while a bit roughed up, were still pretty much alive. Even that douche bag, Legate what's-his-name. That man was stubborn and the agents needed to be a bit more...forceful but he caved soon enough. To be honest he was a pussy anyway.
LOCATION: US CAPITOL BUILDING
DATE: MAY 17, 2035
TIME: 14:57:08
SIX DAYS AFTER THE MANHATTAN INCIDENT
It had been six days since the horrible and unexpected incident in Manhattan left the entire world in a state of shock. An enemy numbering in the thousands had come into the city and started slaughtering innocent civilians. Thousands of people were killed and injured in horrific ways and millions of dollars' worth of property was destroyed. What's more, these crimes were perpetrated by things that everyone thought were just mere fiction.
Monsters and beasts that were supposed to be made up were actually real and this was confirmed by the President himself and that too was another shock to the world.
Now, five days after President Jameson request for an emergency session of Congress to declare war, it was time.
All around the US Congress, people were abuzz with activity. Hundreds of reporters, national and international, were all covering this for all the world to witness as the politicians were talking amongst themselves while they waited for the President to make his long awaited statement.
Pres. Jameson was in his private office, reading his speech over again before sighing and tossing the papers on his desk. This past week was just horrible. President Charles D. Jameson reread the casualty reports and it made his heart sink and blood boil.
After four days of search and rescue, they finally had the final count of casualties and Jameson did not like it one damn bit. In total, 3,581 were killed while another 15,408 were left injured and crippled. They had also lost 106 servicemen, several vehicles, and an entire drone swarm during the mop up operations and the disastrous rescue attempt.
That didn't even account for the civilians that were MIA and those numbers were growing by the second with every phone call that came in by worried family members. Not to mention those that did not even have family...those poor souls would be lost to time and history.
It appalled him. Such barbarism, such atrocities committed on American soil, against innocent American civilians.
Whatever prisoners that were captured were handed off to the CIA and were distributed to various black sites for interrogation. The CIA were infamous in getting people to talk, and the President wanted to know why they attacked his country and gave the CIA the authority to do what is necessary.
For the bodies of those...creatures, they were handed to various top secret sites to be examined for any weaknesses. They would need all the edges they could get in the coming war.
It didn't take long for those prisoners to break under the pressure and give them the answer they needed. Boy did those answers piss off President Jameson, the Joint Chief of Staff, and his cabinet.
It would seem that these...men were part of an empire named the Saderan Empire. They attacked the United States of America just because they can. They attacked sovereign US soil, slaughtered and possibly captured innocent American civilians...for no solid reason other than they can...
If President Jameson said that to national and international television, then the American public would no doubt call for swift action and retribution at the atrocities committed against them. He had every intention to because his countrymen and the world needed to hear the truth and their next move.
These bastards thought that they conquer just attack the United States, bow to their barbaric rule, and expect that they could get away with it? Well, they were about to find out what happens when their entire capital is bombed to hell.
There was a knock on the door and the President was broken from his train of thoughts. Sitting up straight and clearing his throat, he gave a reply. "Yes?"
The door opened to reveal one of his aides. "It's time, Mr. President. I suggest you get ready."
"Thank you." Pres. Jameson smiled at his aide before he closed the door and waited outside for the President to come out.
'This is it. It's show time.' Pres. Jameson said to himself and mentally prepared himself for his speech. He knew the score and failure was not on his agenda today.
Coming out of the door, Pres. Jameson met up with his aide and security detail as they made their way towards Congress. "How are things looking out there?" He asked.
"There are a lot of people out there, sir. National and international news networks are all here covering it all." The aide said. "Good luck, sir."
Pres. Jameson couldn't help but nod solemnly. "Thank you. Let's get this over with."
When he was given the go signal, Pres. Jameson strode out to the chamber and walked his way to the podium before Congress as the people applauded his arrival. He arrived at the podium and the applause quieted down.
"Senators and Representatives, it is my distinguished honor of presenting you the President of the United States." The Speaker of the House said as applause rang out again.
When it quieted down, Pres. Jameson looked at all before him. He never thought that he would have to do this as the President of the United States.
"Mr. Vice President, Mr. Speaker, members of the Senate and the House of Representatives. Six days ago on May the 11th in the god graced year of 2035, the United States of America was once again suddenly and deliberately attacked by an invading enemy force of extra terrestrial origin. As you all know, this enemy was not the sort that were are used to fighting. No, what we faced was something that we thought only existed in our imagination and yet we all saw it with our own eyes and heard it with our own ears. It is my greatest regret that I inform you that almost 4,000 lives were lost, a further fifteen thousand were left injured, and an unknown number our of people were taken prisoner by these savages. We have also lost 106 of our brave men and women who made the ultimate sacrifice to defend our home."
Sounds of outrage erupted in Congress before they were silenced.
"Over 17 years ago, the world was engulfed in a terrible war that almost destroyed us but we emerged stronger than ever with our allies by our side, and we prospered and lived in relative peace." He continued with pride before gaining a solemn expression. "But the peace we have fought and died for was brutally shattered."
He could hear murmuring among the crowds but the President continued. "After we have already endured the terrible flames of war on our own shores, we were once again attacked by an enemy that came from the unknown. To the families and loved ones of those that perished, I extend my deepest condolences and my sincerest apologies. We failed to protect you as was our duty. This moment is where pleasantries end." And just like that, the sorrow filled eyes were replaced with fire. "Only 2 days ago, I have received a report from our intelligence agencies regarding these assailants as to why they attacked us. Their reason was that they can. They attacked us because they can and we would bow down to their rule." He almost growled out and the already enraged crowd was further enraged.
"This blatant and unprovoked attack on our country and our allies will not go unanswered. The barbaric and savage treatment of our people will not go unpunished!" He slammed his fist into his stand to prove his point and shouts of agreement echoed all over Congress.
"This enemy has declared war on us the moment they spilled innocent blood on our soil." He continued as everyone quieted down. "It is why, I stand before you and Congress to ask that we declare a state of war and bring those responsible to face justice for their actions." Everyone stood up and clapped at his words, but he wasn't done yet.
"I also call upon our allies in the JADP to join us in our fight to save our people and bring justice to those that perished. We shall stand together to face this new threat and no matter the cost, no matter how long it will take us to overcome this dastardly invasion, we will accept nothing less than absolute VICTORY!"
The crowd's applause was deafening as Pres. Jameson finished his speech as he walked out of the podium.
In the coming hours, Congress passed a landslide vote declaring that the United States of America was officially in a state of war against these alien invaders. Now, the US military was well and truly unleashed.
AN:
Fucking xeno scum.
As you might've noticed, I'm using parts of the previous version of tbe story because they're too good not to use and improve.
The US military tried to send a rescue force through and while they were kicking the Saderan army's ass, tney suffered heavy loses and were forced to retreat becauze of the Flame Dragon. Now, they'll be gunning for it.
Anyway, enjoy.