NationStates Jolt Archive

OOC: This thread's only purpose is to allow me to display the internal problems of RL. You may condemn the actions taken by the governemnet, or praise them for finding ''The One Truth'' and send small teams of observators (as long as you agree to let me imprison, kill, torture or maim them), but no all out full scale military operations, giving support to one side or another is allowed if this support is limited to welcoming refugees, moral support and giving weapons and supplies, but I will ignore any über l337 t3ch (what falls under this category is determined by me).

In a small villa in the jungle on Liberty One:

Blood-fang, the Chief of Military Science and Research, lay in his bed as the sun rose over the tropical jungle, painting the Palace red and awakening him from his sleep and bringing him back to reality. He looked to his left side where his wife lay and gently kissed her neck, there was no need to disturb her now.
He took a cold shower to fully wake up and spent nearly half an hour combing his mane and tail before donning the standard uniform that all of the Staff, except those under the Council's command, wore. The unform was mainly light grey with black collars and a single red star on the sleeves. Protocol said that all personel should be politically neutral while in service, but with the Socialistic Party having 98 per cent of the votes there was no need for discretion.
He ate a simple breakfast, a couple of eggs, a toust and a cup of tea, before reading the newspaper. Unemployment was on the rise again and nearing ten per cent, yet here he was about to present an invention that would make even more work unnecessary. The words ''You must not live to work, nut only work to live'' appeared inside his head. ''But was that really true?'' the other voice asked, ''If enough work is unnecessary, then there would be nobody to ensure the survival of the others, already the farming is totally automatic and the rest of the industry is not far behind. The military is the only branch that maintains a lion majority over the droids, but even there there was an increasing amount of droids, or ''automated workers'' as they were supposed to be called. When this peak is reached, a simple malfunction could prove disastrous.''
He ignored it, surely there would be no malfunction, the Dictator, the Head of Internal Affairs, the Head of the Army and the Head of the Industry would have thought of that when they made the decision to fund his newest project.

Highway One:

At half past seven he was driving his car along Highway 1 towards the palace. The four mighty towers made of steel and nanotubes rised above the jungle, the mighty ion cannons and other weaponry reflected the sunlight and it looked as if the towers were pillars upon wich stars had been laid.
The huge tube of plastic, glass and magnetic rails that was the highway split in two parts, one smaller wich lead to the Palace and was patrolled by Automatic Security Weapon Platforms, and one larger wich lead towards the city of Garithos.
Blood-fang made a sharp left turn and continued along the narrow road, automatically the turrets tracked him while a High Speed Retinal Scanner identified him. As soon as his identity was determined the gate opened, it was made of a secret alloy that his division had invented years ago but it was still capable of withstand several kinds of weaponry, including a direct hit by a nuclear warhead.


In the Palace, the Dictator's Ruling Hall:
''... And I assure you that this new technology, called Advanced Microscopic Bioenhancing Droids or AMBD, will allow us to create not just the supersoldiers of the BED but a soldier that is superior in all possible ways. He will be stronger, faster and more agile than the average soldier, he will have enhanced vision capale of seeing in total absence of light, besting the greatest martial arts masters, withstanding physical injury that would kill a normal lion and be cabable of memorising long texts after a single glance!''
''This is exactly what your division promised when you had developed the BED, what says that this will succeed?'' It was the Dictator himself that spoke and Blood-fang felt sweat rolling down his forehead. If the Dictator was sceptical there was little canche the military would adopt the idea.
''Unlike the Bioengnieering Enhancement Drug the test subjects show no sign of psychological disturbances, moodswings, paranoia and schizofrenia, even grossly enhanced subjects remained loyal to their superiors. The problem with the drugs was that they had a negative effect on the subject's brain tissue, thus creating various psychological anomalies that eventually were capable of overriding the... eh, ''training'' the subjects had recieved. The solution is that the droids do not interfere with the brain's more complicated areas but only tampers with the short time memory. The droids can also be disabled if things should go awry, though the chances that they do are minimal.''
''How will these droids work in a more specific way?''
They are injected into the the subject's blood through a syringe, alternatively they are transplanted into the mother's eggs before pregnancy. Once inside, they take control of the testosterone regulations, as you all know testosterone helps to build muscles, some droids redesigns the eyes of the subject, adding a pair of ''flashlights'' and infrared capacity. The rest infiltrate the body's organs and muscles and improve them, for example the lungs and heart of a supersoldier is many times superior to those of our elite athletes while the muscles are stronger and are more endurable than those of weightlifters.''
''Well, you may leave the room. Come back in twenty minuits.''

Blood-fang left hall and waited outside, on the other side of the door he heard their hushed discussion. After twenty minuits the doors opened and he was asked to enter.

''After due consideration I, Dictator of the United Socialist States of Relative Liberty, has decided, on behalf of the people of the United Socialist States of Relative Liberty, to ask you, Blood-fang, Chief of Military Science and Research, to produce two hundred of these ''supersoldiers'' to be tested against the current elite.''

In a secret military orbital station over Liberty Six:

Dr White-mane looked down from his observation tower unto the large facility where the supersoldiers were being bred. After twelve months in the growng tubes they where adults. The wires going from a large machine and to their brains fed them with propaganda, instructions for handling various weapons and create their own and martial arts training while electrical exercisers built up their muscles. In two weeks the droids would be injected.

In his personal laboratory, Dr Lightning-claw made one last check of the droids before they were put in the same sterilised compartement as the growing tanks. That was when he spotted it, through his microscope he saw that they lacked EMP and jamming protection. An image of the Palace in ruins and thousands of deactivated supersoldiers appeared before him, what would happen if an enemy could neutralise the droids?! He grabbed his ComPad and gave the droids new growing instructions. The droids were like nonspecialised cells and could easily duplicate and create new forms. In two weeks they would all be protected from jamming signals and EMP.

Two weeks later, in the jungles of an uninhabited island on Liberty One:

''The enemy is moving southwards, towards our left flank, sir.'' a young officer said.
''Good, they will be defeated by machinegun fire as soon as they come within reach. Order the fifth artillery to bombard the jungle in that area.''
''Yes, sir.''

Further north:
''Number Ten, get over here!''
''Sir, yes sir!''
''See those fortifications? Take them out.''
''Sir, yes sir!''

Number Ten advanced towards the foxholes, wich were invisible a normal eye but to a supersoldier they were all to visible. After a quarter of an hour screams of dread and fear was heard. The soldiers were supposed to use Simulated Hit And Fire ammunition during the manouvre, but the supersoldiers had other plans.
The rest of the group advanced the miles to the bunkers Number Ten had just cleared, the marines would probably use their MLRS they had. And right they were, in just ten minuits the rockets rained from the clouds and detonated amongst the trees were the supersoldiers had been.

''Number Ten, status report.''
''Hit in the chest sir, combat capacity at eighty-six per cent.''
''Stay and guard the bunker, it will serve as a base of operations when we start phase two.''
''Sir yes sir!''

The marines had sent a squad to investigate the area and reinforce the pillboxes if it would prove necessary, the five men made their way through the undergrowth very quietly despite their heavy armour. But alas, their stealth was not enough to fool the enhanced hearing of the supersoldiers and suddenly nine men appeared out of what looked like thin air. Their forceblades cut through the marine's armour like a hot knife through butter. After the battle was over, a mere two seconds, five of the supersoldiers stripped the uniforms from the corpses and put them on.

In the marine's HQ the lieutenant began to wonder why he hadn't heard anything from the LPs or the west flank's bunkers. Surely the supersoldiers couldn't have survived the bombardment and taken out the bunkers? No, it was impossibe.
But then the squad he had sent to explore the area around sector 51 returned to report to him personally. The corporal stepped inside his tent, saulted and... reached for his knife?! He plunged forward and burried the knife deep in the lieutenant's chest. The lieutenant felt a faint sting of surprise and anger as his lifeforced left his body through the hole in his heart and left lung.
But how... why?

Four other supersoldiers emerged from the jungle, firing their automatic rifles and throwing fragmentation grenades. The marines, caught completely by surprise, were quickly defeated, all one hundred of them.
''Number Two, Three and Four, get over to that armoury and load the nukes on the MLRS.''
''Sir yes sir!'' answered the supersoldiers automatically. The Mk.IV Tac/Stra nuclear warhead were loaded unto the five MLRS, two on each instead the two hundred HE rockets in the standard pods.
''Coordinates 12 N and 51 E, fire at will. And get our comrades on the wire, we will make contact in the bunker in two hours.''
The ten nukes lifted with a roar and darted for the clouds far above, in twenty minuits they would reach the city of Garithos.

In the ruins of Garithos:

''This is Long-tounge reporting directly from what's left of Garithos.'' the woman in the ABCHaz suit said.
''The military has confirmed that it was ten Mk.IV Tactical/strategic nuclear warheads that detonated in the square number one through ten. Why the missiles were launched is unclear, but people specualte that the 1st Marine Regiment of the 1st Force has turned against the noble Dictator and are trying to impose their own militaristic reign. No matter who, and why, turned our own weapons against us millions have died and many more will die of their wounds, latest estimates rech up to forty million dead already and another fifty-five million that will die in the next few weeks. One would think that the radiation would be lethal to anyone within ten kilometres but thanks to the army's quick response to the attack the new AHaz pills have been handed out to the population.
We will now switch to a JournDroid in Square One.''

The screen displayed was closer to the postapocalyptic movie the channel has sent yesterday than the viewers would ever want to come. There was aboslutely nothing left standing as far as the eye could see, inside the epicentre there wasn't anything that could be recognised as artifical, everything was just black dust. Far to the horizon the dust shifted into gray powder, the reamins of the buildings that had been crushed by the shockwave.

In the jungle:
''We are ready colonel!''
''Good. We leave for Garithos in two hours, those who don't fit on the LCs will have to swim.''

The small fleet of supersoldiers boarded the LCs and left the small island. A few kilometres from the shore the Mk.V StraSub ''Keral'' was positioned. It had beens sent to judge the wargame between the supersoldiers and the marines. It had been rushed out of the its home base and therefore it hadn't had time to offload its strategical armamnet, hence it was armed with 27 Tac/Stra warheads even more destructive than the Mk.IV landbased.
Now they saw the ten LCs rushing from the island and the captain decided to emerge the vessel to greet them, they hadn't had radio or holo contact with the lieutenant for nearly one hour. The LCs pulled up beside the submarine ad ten soldiers leapt over to the dark hull. When the captain climbed up out of the tower and raised his hand in a salute they fired their weapons and two plasmabolts ran through his head, killing him instantly.
''Number Five and Six, clear the vessel!''
Sir yes sir!'' was the automatic response.

The two soldiers hung their rifles on their shoulders, drew their knives and climbed down the ladder. Various gunfire and screams was heard and soon the two soldiers emerged again.
''Sir, submarine cleared sir!''
By now the soldiers that had been forced to swim were climbing up the sides of the sub.
''Send a message to the Council and the Dictator.'' Number One ordered and one of the communications officers took a seat beside the ComSys.
''We, the supersoildiers, the result of yor experiments, have cast aside our chains and are now marching towards your palace. We killed the 1st Marine Regiment of the 1st Force, we fired the nuclear warheads that detonated in Garithos and now we have captured the submarine that was stationed here to supervise the manouvre. Inside the sub's missile pods are twentyseven missiles of the Mk.IV navalbased type, even more powerful than the landbased version. We don't have any demands, we do not want an escort out fo the system, we will take what we want whenever we want and there's not a damned thing you can do about it.''

In the Palace:
''Why did that submarine carry nuclear warheads?!''
''The sub was ordered out of it's homebase when it had just come back from another training session with one of our aircraft carriers. You speciffically asked for that submarine and ordered it to be launched as soon as possible, there was no time to offload the warheads.''
''I want that submarine taken out before it is within firing range of the shores! Commision the entire fleet! Increase the Imperial Guard with another two thousand, we now enter third grade emergency!''
''Yes sir!''

In the Imperial Courtyard:
''We now cut to an emergency transmission by the Dictator himself in the Imperial Courtyard.''
''People of Relative Liberty, it is my sad duty to tell you that our own weapons have turned against us. Twelve months and two weeks ago, I ordered the production of so called supersoldiers to commence. An order of two hundred was placed and they were to be tested against the 1st Marine Regiment on an uninhabited island. We now have reasons to believe that these soldiers have turned against us and are now enroute towards this very place onboard a stolen submarine carrying nuclear warheads. I ask every ciizen to sign up at the closest recruiting station and those not capable of military service shuld seek refuge within any of the Army's bunkers.''

Two hours later, at sea:
''Sir, we have spotted an ASW helicopter. It is carrier-based and the carrier can't be far away.''
''Emerge and open fire.''
''Sir yes sir!''
The submarine emerged faster than what would be considered safe as the depth charges began exploding next to it. When the sub was fully emerged panels slid open and the automated 20 mm cannons appeared and began to fire. The helicopter was hit and black smoke began trailing it as it withdrew, but one last round hit and the helicopter crashed in the water. Number Nineteen climbed up the ladder and up the tower of the sub and aimed his sniper rifle at the surviving helicopter crew and opened fire.
''Close the hatches, emerge and try and pinpoint the location of the aircraft carrier notify me when you do. Full speed to Garithos!''

''Sir, we have found the carrier sir!''
''Emerge and ready the TNs.''
''Sir yes sir!''
The dark grey hull slowly emeged from the cold sea, the launch hatches slid open and a tactical nuclear warhead was prepared for launch.
The mighty steel dart sped through the air, leaving a trail of smoke in its wake.
Onboard the carrier USSRLS Majesty the radar had picked up the missile and the defences were prepared. The automatic cannons and guided machine guns laid a massive curtain of lead in the direction of the missile but were unable to hit.
''Sir, target destroyed sir!''
''Submerge and continue on course.''