Dumpsterdam
26-03-2005, 11:51
Duniash City, Dumpsterdanian Missile Command
Present in the domed hall of the DMC where several dozen people, DMC operators, military attaché's from all around the world and the three most prominent members of the Imperial Council. DMC operators furiously worked to bring together their entire arsenal for a coordinated strike.
Macabee class balistic submarines, missile silo's in Dumpsterdam, Mexica Union, Old Endenia, ortillery in orbit over the region and a tactical bomber squadron from Bomber Command.
Captain Sheran, in command of the operation received word that the operation was to go ahead. "Councillors, our assets have been brought together. Should we alert the Endenians?"
Councillor Damocales nodded. "Make it so, prepare for strike."
"Yes Councillor." The captain turned back to the room, this would be the biggest coordinated strike made by the Empire ever and it had to go right...
Pre-firing sequences, done.
Target coordinates, confirmed.
Aligning ortillery assets, rerouted.
Safety protocols, overwritten.
Removing final set of safety protocols, overwritten.
Captain Sheran walked to the main console, besides him the Councillors inserted their safety-releases, whether that be a key(Councillor Lane), handprint(Councillor Solar) or voice activation(Councillor Damocales).
He inserted his key, and activated it at exactly the same time as the Councillers. TACCOM the military's AI confirmed the entry and began launch sequences.
First up where six Macabee class ballistic missile submarines who fired their compliment of Armageddon SLBM’s from just below the water’s surface, their launch was the signal for the battleship Sword and Shield to fire, sending twelve massive shells towards the island as its crew franticly reloaded the guns.
Overhead a squadron of B-52 bombers released their pay-load of guided PoleArm land attack missiles, banking sharply to avoid the next wave; pinpoint accuracy strikes from orbit sending a dozen 30 meter long tungsten rods into the island’s center.
The destruction would already be considerable but the last sequence was not even underway yet, the missile silo’s opening their hatches as ICBM upon ICBM roared towards the sky before making a nose-dive towards the small island, some where carrying HE warheads but the last four carried a N2 warhead, the clean nuclear bombs that where so expensive to maintain and produce. The Endenians strikes would arrive first, the Dumpsterdanian N2 ICBM’s would mop up after them and wipe the island off the face of the planet.
SPYSAT, tasked with recording the strike, suddenly blackened out, before returning to its recording, the EMP blasts where even shortening out satellites.
The full scale of the damage would be seen when all strikes where done and the Grand Armada sent in observers.
Present in the domed hall of the DMC where several dozen people, DMC operators, military attaché's from all around the world and the three most prominent members of the Imperial Council. DMC operators furiously worked to bring together their entire arsenal for a coordinated strike.
Macabee class balistic submarines, missile silo's in Dumpsterdam, Mexica Union, Old Endenia, ortillery in orbit over the region and a tactical bomber squadron from Bomber Command.
Captain Sheran, in command of the operation received word that the operation was to go ahead. "Councillors, our assets have been brought together. Should we alert the Endenians?"
Councillor Damocales nodded. "Make it so, prepare for strike."
"Yes Councillor." The captain turned back to the room, this would be the biggest coordinated strike made by the Empire ever and it had to go right...
Pre-firing sequences, done.
Target coordinates, confirmed.
Aligning ortillery assets, rerouted.
Safety protocols, overwritten.
Removing final set of safety protocols, overwritten.
Captain Sheran walked to the main console, besides him the Councillors inserted their safety-releases, whether that be a key(Councillor Lane), handprint(Councillor Solar) or voice activation(Councillor Damocales).
He inserted his key, and activated it at exactly the same time as the Councillers. TACCOM the military's AI confirmed the entry and began launch sequences.
First up where six Macabee class ballistic missile submarines who fired their compliment of Armageddon SLBM’s from just below the water’s surface, their launch was the signal for the battleship Sword and Shield to fire, sending twelve massive shells towards the island as its crew franticly reloaded the guns.
Overhead a squadron of B-52 bombers released their pay-load of guided PoleArm land attack missiles, banking sharply to avoid the next wave; pinpoint accuracy strikes from orbit sending a dozen 30 meter long tungsten rods into the island’s center.
The destruction would already be considerable but the last sequence was not even underway yet, the missile silo’s opening their hatches as ICBM upon ICBM roared towards the sky before making a nose-dive towards the small island, some where carrying HE warheads but the last four carried a N2 warhead, the clean nuclear bombs that where so expensive to maintain and produce. The Endenians strikes would arrive first, the Dumpsterdanian N2 ICBM’s would mop up after them and wipe the island off the face of the planet.
SPYSAT, tasked with recording the strike, suddenly blackened out, before returning to its recording, the EMP blasts where even shortening out satellites.
The full scale of the damage would be seen when all strikes where done and the Grand Armada sent in observers.