NationStates Jolt Archive

The setting is a small missile base deep within the Layartebian Empire. The base is in Ohio, just north of Portsmouth. The base was built under a farm. The complex houses ten silos, each one loaded with a single LGM-174A Satan ICBM. The LGM-174A is a secret IC ICBM with a single fifty megaton warhead. It is a three stage missile and has a range of three hundred to fifteen thousand miles, a ceiling of seven hundred and fifty miles, and a top speed of fifteen thousand miles per hour. It is fifty-six foot long, six foot in diamter, and weighs in at ninety thousand pounds. It can either be silo, train, or TEL based and has a circular error probability of one hundred feet. In addition to the single warhead, the missile can deploy up to sixty-four decoys that resemble LGM-118 MIRV warheads. The possibility of shooting one down is a one in sixty-five chance. In addition, nabbing the missile in re-entry is not easy. But with that aside. The facility is maintained by two hundred soldiers with an additional black operations also secret IC team of twenty-four men, in three teams. Air defense for the site is maintained by a pair of Avenger systems that are carefully hidden so as to not attract attention. The base is significantly important to the Empire of Layarteb. It is one of seventeen other facilities based throughout Layarteb and one of sixty-five based throughout the Empire.

It was a spring night, cold though. The outside temperature was only 41°F and a powerful thunderstorm loomed on the horizon, about six hundred miles away. It would be there within another four days. The possibility of damaging lightning, horrendous winds, and a torrential downpour were high as well as the possibility for tornadoes. The storm would, undoubtedly, cut off or disrupt communications so heavily that the facility would likely be on its own. In charge of the facility and its two hundred soldiers is a colonel, Colonel Draco. He was a veteran of the missile regiments, having served in the Space Division since he was eighteen. He was fifty-two now, aging but still able to fight with the rest of them. Under him was Lieutenant Colonel Baxter, a thirty-two year old, "little shit," as Colonel Draco called him in his journal entries. The Lieutenant Colonel had reached his rank through black mail, more or less, and was in line for command of the facility, upon the retirement of the Colonel, which should have happened two years ago but he was not going to retire any time soon. The last thing he wanted to do was willingly give the facility to the Lieutenant Colonel and its missiles, missiles that were enough to annihilate a country, each.

The Lieutenant Colonel was a warmongerer. During conversations he frequently talked about his desire to just "push the button" and send each missile flying towards the Caribbean to slam Samtonia and to the Middle East, to slam IDF. He wanted nothing more than to see the two nations crumble under the eternal fire of fifty megatons of thermonuclear power. He wasn't joking either. If he managed to obtain the Colonel's launch codes all it would take is someone to turn a key, at gunpoint it wouldn't be difficult.

Gunpoint wasn't difficult. Aside from their M30A1 Assault Rifles, M33A2 Pistols, and M43 submachine guns, the facility was loaded with M35 light machineguns, M42 squad automatic weapons, and M44 sniper rifles. The armory within the facility was enough to supply a battalion of soldiers.

Now, for the Black Ops inside the facility, that was a different story. They were armed with the same weapons but each one carried a single M37A1 Special Assault Carbine in their lockers. They had enough ammunition in the facility to keep all of their weapons fully supplied and ready. Inside the facility there were, at minimum, some thirty thousand rounds of 5.56 x 45mm ammunition, ten thousand rounds of .45ACP ammunition, eight thousand rounds of 9 x 19mm, some fifteen thousand rounds of 7.62 x 51mm ammunition, and at least forty thousand rounds of ammunition for the M35s and M42s. Both used two hundred round boxes and they kept the boxes inside the main armory.

It would take more than an army to assault and take the facility. Each of the smaller facilities carried much of the same ammunition loads and the larger ones carried ammunition supplies in excess of some countries. Bullets were cheap and easy to produce for the Layartebian military, they always had been. Most of the ammunition they captured on the various battlefields they shipped back for use.

"Alright sir, what's the game plan?" The storm was two days off. The Lieutenant Colonel had called his inner circle of supporters together, a grand total of one hundred and eight men, not much of a majority. They did not include the twenty-four members of the Black Ops team but they had a plan for them. "Sir?" The Lieutenant Colonel was quiet as he sat in the main briefing room, those inside crowded and kept in secret.

"We know the twenty-four?" He asked.

"Yes sir." The man speaking was a captain, Captain Lucus. He was the Lieutenant Colonel's lapdog and was never more than eighteen inches away, holding his hand. "We know of their location."

"Alright. As quietly as possible we have to take them out first. If we don't then we're in deep trouble."

"Yes sir. I can handle that myself. I can take my team!"

"Good. Take them out quietly, I want no mess."

"What of the Colonel?"

"He's mine. We have to keep him alive in order to get the launch codes. We're not going to let them go to waste. We will put a stop to the authoritarianism of this regime. We're going to turn this into what it should be, a f****** democracy! We will put them where they belong. We'll place a missile into Layarteb City and a missile into Falcon City. We will fire at neighboring Colerica and intice outside actors to influence this government how we see fit. Lastly, we will fire onto The Lightning Star and endanger this Empire with a two front slaughter. We will succeed men! We will!"

"Yes sir!" They answered, believing that they were doing the right thing. But, were they? They believed they were and what more would they need but their own misguided beliefs and ten of the most powerful weapons on the planet.

The meeting began as scheduled. The twenty-four Black Ops met inside the briefing room. Of the fifty-six men inside the briefing room twenty-eight were loyal to the Lieutenant Colonel. Twenty-four were from Black Ops and another four were loyal to the Colonel. The game plan would start with the twenty-eight men loyal to the Lieutenant Colonel beginning the execution inside the briefing room. The main targets were the Force Spectre men, all twenty-four of them. Everyone in there was armed so it was imperative that they killed those men immediately. If need be, fourteen men loyal to the Lieutenant Colonel would storm through from outside.

Inside the briefing room, the clock ticked away. It was 2100 when the meeting began and at 2122, the assault began. From their seated positions, the twenty-eight men opened fire. Within the first ten seconds, they had managed to kill seventeen of the men from Force Spectre but the other seven had managed to fire back. Reacting quickly and effectively, the seven men took up defensive positions and fired back, eighteen of the Lieutenant Colonel's men dying instantly. Then it became a stand-off, to a degree. With ten versus eleven, the men loyal to the Lieutenant Colonel found themselves huddled together, hiding behind a long counter wall. They had no grenades nor did any of the other men inside the briefing room but those coming in from the outside were prepared. They were carrying M84 Flashbang grenades and they used them effectively, tossing three of them near the cluster of Force Falcon men and the four soldiers loyal to the Colonel.

The Flashbangs blinded and stunned the eleven men and they were quickly killed from above by the fourteen men. That was the ultimate first stage of the plan. The Lieutenant Colonel, who had led the assault from the outside smiled as he looked over the bodies. "Alright, let's go to the second phase." This phase was, more or less, the slaughter and killing of the eighty-eight men still loyal to the Colonel. Their locations were known and all of the men loyal to the Lieutenant Colonel were tasked with killing six of them. This was to ensure redundancy and to ensure that all of the men were killed quickly and effectively.

As the twenty-four men left the briefing room and took up their positions throughout the facility, the executions began, mostly with pistols and knives, to ensure silence. The M33 pistols that the men were using were equipped with silencers and the knives they had were Seal Knife 2000s. As the course of the night unfolded over the course of an hour and a half, the slaughters continued. Eighty-eight people were killed with only two casualties to the men loyal to the Lieutenant Colonel. When it was all over, the Lieutenant Colonel and his inner circle moved throughout the facility, towards the Colonel's office. He was sleeping.

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The Colonel was resting peacefully until the door slammed in. It's hinges almost shattered, the lock being blown apart by a small breeching charge. It woke the Colonel immediately, who shot up, his pistol in his hand. It was an M33A2, in .45ACP caliber and it was pointed right at the head of the Lieutenant Colonel. "Morning sir."

"What is the meaning of this?"

"Sir, we're taking command of this facility."

"Like hell you are."

"Do you see these men behind me? They're all loyal to me. Nobody that is loyal to you is alive anymore. I've killed them all sir."

"Lies."

"The blood you see on my body is fresh."

"Mutiny. You'll be hanged and I will be the executioner."

"You won't live to see it. Now give me your launch code."

"A cold day in hell!"

"Give me the launch code." He pulled the hammer back on his pistol, another M33A2. "Now Colonel."

"Go ahead and shoot me, you won't get the code." He fired and put a round right into the Colonel's shoulder.

"The code Colonel." He fired again, into the Colonel's leg. "The code!"

"Never will I give it to an animal like you."

"Then suffer!" He fired again and threw a round into the Colonel's other shoulder. He already had dropped his pistol, unable to hold it against the Lieutenant Colonel amidst the pain. "YOU WILL GIVE ME THE CODE DAMNIT!"

"Never." He picked up the pistol. "Never!" He squeezed off a round, it going right through his brain.

"NO!" The Lieutenant Colonel was furious. The Colonel had just shot himself and thus could not give up the code. "WE NEED THAT GODDAMN CODE!" He looked around at his men. "You two. Find the safe! I'm going to the control room!" Two men stayed behind and would literally tear apart the Colonel's quarters, looking for the safe that hid the code card, on which there were eight codes, only one of which would be the key. Somewhere, they hoped, the Colonel would have written it down. Entering the code wrong would immediately shut down the system. There would only be one chance to enter the codes correctly.

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