NationStates Jolt Archive

"Sir, the papers you requested about Spizania are arriving," said Marcus, assistant to Senatorat Hencaeus. "May I ask what they are for?"

Hencaeus was the highest ranking officer in this part of Comatica. He held full responsibility over 2 and a half million troops, and had weathered them through 3 wars. These battles were taking a toll on his brain chemistry.

"You don't know?" said Hencaeus, alarmed. "Emperor Titus never said anything to anyone?"

Marcus solemnly shook his head, eager to hear more.

"We are on the verge of nuclear war."

There was silence in the office, and Marcus and Hencaeus stared at each other.

"Sir..." said Marcus carefully.

"Spizania threatened it last night...it was broadcast all over the news. Don't you keep an eye on the media?"

Frozen on the spot, Marcus's mouth hung open slightly, trying to explore the possible cause for this ludicrous claim.

"Senatorat, no nation threatened nuclear war against us."

"Don't you backtalk to me like that, you subservient piece of crap."

Marcus recoiled at the out-of-character defensiveness of the military leader. He cautiously set the papers on Hencaeus's desk and backed out of the room.

Hencaeus turned on his television in his office. All over the news broadcasts were reports of massive nuclear preparations by Spizania, all of them aimed at cities such as Aredeth, Serel, Cosem Aredeth, Nuaram...how could Marcus not have seen this? And those silo workers...why had they been so perplexed when Hencaeus ordered them to be on alert and prepare several ICBMs?

..."New report," said the news anchor. "Spizanian military officials have reportedly launched 8 nuclear ICBMs, headed to Aredeth, Nuaram, Kassvaline, Praetelae, Cosem Aredeth, Nevultala, Molvin, and Serel."

Hencaeus scrambled for his phone. "Defense ministry...prepare anti-ICBM missiles! I want those 15 nuclear ICBMs launched to Spizania...those bastards are gonna be wiped off the face of the Earth! Don't talk back to me...just do it! Or I'll have you detained, then killed!"

There never was any nuclear threat from Spizania.

OOC: Will reply tommorow, busy now

Projact Mountain Strategic Command

"Inbounds missiles!" yelled one of the operators
"That cant be! Are you running a simulation?"
"No Sir! I read fifteen birds!"
"Very Well, Launch Sites?!"
"Trajectory indicates Present Day Comatica"
"Time To Impact?"
"Twenty Eight Minutes"
"Get SACs bombers off the Ground, Signal the missile silos, load target package for PDC. Start the Presidential Evac Drill, hes at his retreat, get him to Confederate One"
"Sir"
"SDC reports brilliant pebble system online and targetting, thirty pebbles have been activated, they are tracking.... Engaging.... Nine Missiles destroyed. Targets now beyond Pebble Attack Capability."
"Probable Targets?"
"Unknown Time to target now nine minutes"

On one of the big screens at the front of the control room, dozens of smaller images showed bombers taking off thier wing hardpoints visibly loaded with Wallabe Intercontinental Cruise Missiles, or SkyDart Air Launched Ballistic Weapons. Then the first of the warheads reached its target, one of the pictures washed out and turned to static as the camera was vaporised.
On a massive sattelite picture of Southern Spizania, a mushroom cloud suddenly blossomed over the airbase.
"Five hundred Kilotonne Thermonuclear Detonation" said one of the operators in a subdued voice.
"All remaining bombder wings report airbourne, moving to attack posisitons!"
"Neptune Missile Silos report ready, Peacekeeper Silos will be ready in ten minutes"
"Launch Codes are Silgo Three Niner two Four, Target Packages for Southern PDC SDI and airbases. Fire when ready"
From across the northern Spizanian desert, silos opened and fired hundreds of Neptune-ER ICBM towards every airbase and Strategic Defence Installation across southern Present Day Comatica, each one possed three 475 kiloton MIRVS with a CEP of one hundred metres.

"Sir, take a look at this," said Private Cestera, to Major Henning, his CO on the Missile Frigate Remelius. "Looks to be a counterattack from our ICBMs to Spizania."

The bottom of Henning's stomach dropped out. "What ICBM attack on Spizania?"

"Senatorat Hencaeus ordered a nuclear strike on Spizania three hours ago. Two of them were launched from this base."

Henning coughed. "Wha...I thought that was a training sequence."

"Sir, second-layer RADAR indicates impact on this base in 32 minutes. 28 minutes at Beus airbase in Ladinah. Third-layer shows the same."

Henning was silent for several seconds.

"Sir, we need the order to initiate defensive maneuvers."

Henning shook his head as if to snap himself out of his state of shock. "Right. Scramble Anti-missile planes, two squadrons. How many headed to this base?"

The private paused, looking up the information.

"19."

"Three squadrons, then. Back up with Anti-ICBM missiles."

"Should there be another attack on Spizania, sir?"

"There shouldn't have been one to begin with. But I'll alert Admiral Opascus on the Seredou."

*******

Two nuclear submarines, stationed at the naval base in Southern Narien, each discharged their stock of 550 Kiloton warheads, specifically at major military targets. Silos at Beus and Questaum airbases each fired close to 100 ICBMs each, with warheads exceeding 1 megaton.

"Sir, we have 4 nukes incoming. 1 minute."

Henning shook his head. "Any more defenses left?"

The Gasdum has three AICBM missiles left. All three are being discharged now."

"...two nukes left. Both aiming for targets on land. We might have a chance of surviving this one, sir."

A flash drew Henning's attention fro the screens. A column of red and black fire rose upward, surely obliterating the land structures of the base. The blast was too far away to harm the outer ring ships, but the shockwave did rock the frigate slightly.

"Second impact in 10 seconds. Brace yourself, sir."

Henning dropped to the floor and put his hands over his head. He watched as a flash, much closer this time, sent a wall of water racing the cloud of fire. The nuclear explosion overcame the tidal wave and turned it to scalding water vapor.

Naval vessels, destroyers and aircraft carriers, thousands of tons in weight, were condemned to spiral through the air from the force of the blast, before they were vaporized in midair by the shockwave.

Henning began shouting something...he didn't know what. He couldn't hear himself. But as the shockwave slammed into the side of the missile frigate, pieces of debris broke off from the ceiling, one smashing into the Private, decapitating him as he sat at his console. The ship began to capsize, and was pulled to the bottom of the harbor by unimaginable forces created by the blast.

Another dozen mushroom clouds began to boil up into the sky as the now vacant SAC bomber fields were vaporised. They joined a sky that is become clogged with smoke, debris and smoke.
"How many detonations does that make?"
"Twenty One Sir, that appears to be it for this wave, our P.746 HiBoLaAS missile systems and our Brilliant Pebbles did the job"
"Any word on casualties?"
"90 percent for the SAC ground personel, about two hundred thousand. Civilian casualties are low, mostly in the settlements near the airbases, current figures are about two million so far."
"Signal our bombers to fire two missiles each at known SAM and Air Defence missiles, then move in to take down ABM and military command sites"
A printers chatter drowned out the increasingly subdued conversation in the control panel. A SubLeutenant on loan from the Confederate Naval Academy ripped off the message, moved to the Colonel and started reading it.

"Confederate Air Force Bomber Command in Trungsten reports conventional bombers rearmed with nuclear missiles and airbourne. All two thousand planes are being transferred to our command.
Admiral Mancuso has taken command of the fleet onboard the Independance following the complete destruction of the Confederate Naval Dockyards at Vilnius in the first waves of the attack.
All twenty surviving docked SSBNs have put to sea and moving into firing locations on PDC.
President Viwa is aboard Confederate One and she is proceeding to a safe location in VSI as we speak."
He looked up from the printout,
"Thats all sir"
The Colonel turned to the newly arrived controllers who were in command of the CAF BC squadrons
"I assume they have Mk69 and Mk70 Free Fall bombs and Shortranged nuclear missiles correct?"
"Excellent, order them to join the SAC wings and prepare for phase two of the CSOP"
"Sir Peacekeeper III missile installations report ready to fire.... Firing"

The monitors switched to showing hundreds of the missiles, each half the size of a Saturn V climbing out of desert launch silos and pitching towards thier targets, each carrying 32 One Megatonne Thermonuclear Devices set for optimum height airbursts

"I don't know what in God's name is going on, but we need to end it," said Emperor Titus Celmaetus, furrowing his brow. "How did this begin?"

The Chief of Ministry Mundatus Veldaem replied, his voice cracking from fear. "Hencaeus ordered a nuclear assault on Spizania. He thought they were attacking."

"What in hell would make him think that?" asked Titus. His tone of voice displayed more and more urgency.

Mundatus shook his head. "I don't know, sir. Maybe the pressures from the Tocrowkian war and the Imperium wars finally made him snap. Well, in any case, he's been relieved of command. He's been transported to Campruvius Psycological Center in Nuaram."

"Good. Take a message, to be sent to Spizanian command.

TO: The Government of Spizania.

MESSAGE:

Words cannot begin to describe the heartfelt sorrow and grief I feel for the Spizanian people. I am fully aware of the destruction we have caused your nation, and you must realize that this attack was not sanctioned by me, nor any part of the Comatic government, for that matter. It was ordered by a Senatorat, who I believe, has lost his mind. He's being evaluated by mental professionals as I speak. We do not wish this to be a fullscale nuclear war, as it could permanently destroy both of our nations. That is many billions of people dead. We wish a quick and peaceful end to this horrid event.

The Comatic government would gladly pay the damages caused by our forces, so long as it guarantees an end to this mess.

Quet Settinum Rosantu,
Impere Nelale Titus Celmaetus
Gies Ecierisunas Casaencela Impereusia Comaticaea

With the Proper Respect,
Emperor Titus Celmaetus
Head of State of the United Empire of Comatica