Ursava
31-08-2008, 22:32
An Undisclosed Location in Northern Ursava
A first look in to the small valley would indicate a small town of some sort until one looked closer at the small ‘town’ and it’s inhabitants…or lack there of.
The streets were empty of everything from cars, to bikes, and even people or pets.
The houses were bleak, too clean to be lived in by anybody. Besides that they were literally empty of any signs of life: no food, no recently used beds, and creepy silence that seemed to swallow all sounds that came through.
An empty breeze blew through the main street of the ‘town’ and still there was no sign of life.
Anybody with a military radio on the right Ursavian frequency would suddenly be able to hear something coming over from another radio.
”This is Flying Dutchman, I am dropping the package…now.”
At that moment, a modified fighter-bomber tore overhead and peeled away from the valley, heading off in to the rising sun of Ursava. A black object came plummeting through the sky, falling at an incredible rate until only a hundred feet over the ‘town’ and then…a ringing sound. Snow was thrown in all directions, what trees that grew on the smaller nearby mountains were flattened, dirt and rubble was thrown threw the sky and the entire valley was filled with an impenetrable cloud of death in the form of a mushroom cloud.
As it cleared, one could see irradiated snow and soil.
Ursava’s first official nuclear test = successful.
Ursavian Presidential Residence
Zigana looked down at the dark brown folder that Aliz had handed her fifteen minutes ago.
On the tab it was simply labeled ‘Test N’ which was entirely appropriate considering what it was all about. She walked across the broken sickle and cracked hammer that decorated the center of the floor before making her way to the desk and sitting down. She opened the folder and saw all the different pictures of the sight before and after the bomb had been dropped and various sheets describing the whole ordeal.
She grabbed one of the pictures: a view of directly above the town after the nuclear detonation had occurred. There was nothing but a few flattened trees and massive snow drifts that had been thrown about by the shockwave. She then grabbed a sheet that had been under the picture and began reading it.
Report By: One-Star General of the Ursavian Air Force, Csepel Hoffman.
Time Filed: September 17th, 10:35 A.M.
As of 09:00 hours this morning, Airman First Grade Morciz Lakatos a.k.a ‘the Flying Dutchman’, initiated ‘Test N’ in grid eighteen of the official Ursavian governmental map. There was a test town at the drop sight composed of one hundred artificial buildings and one water-tower. Airman First Grade Lakatos dropped the bomb directly over the town, located in a small valley before promptly peeling away and heading east, returning to base.
The ‘package’ went off at the predicted altitude with predicted damage as well.
According to a board of thirteen members with Airmen First Grade Lakatos as an on-sight witness, results were judged to be of satisfactory results and all in attendance unanimously agreed with the continuing of an Ursavian nuclear weapon program.
- General Hoffman
Zigana looked down at the letter with a small smile, happy that they could now develop an effective defence program incase things became too severe for regular military forces to handle on their own…but something she hoped she’d never have to use. Zigana reached down and picked up her phone, dialing in several numbers while glancing at the emergency phones to her left, all of which had direct links to her embassies and the cellphones of all members of the government.
“Hello, this is Zigana; I need you to connect me with the board of Test N.” Zigana said, leaning on her desk.
BREAKING NEWS FROM THE GOVERNMENT!!!
The red-headed anchorwoman of the Ursavian National News Network (UN3) came on over the TVs across the country with an amazing broadcast for all the people around the country to see.
“Earlier this morning, a modified F35C was flown over a valley in the northern Ursavian mountains carrying a monumental cargo for our people: one nuclear bomb. It was dropped on a fake town that had been set up by dedicated construction workers who worked eagerly to help with the defensive capabilities of Ursava’s armed forces. We take you life to One Star Air Force General Hoffman now, with his take on the situation.”
The screen cut to an aging man with ‘Salt & Pepper’ styled hair and a little scruff on his face. He had slightly faded blue eyes and chiseled features. He was a large man, much larger than the reporter sitting across from him on a backyard patio.
“I have to say that I couldn’t be happier with the results of this test. We’ve received a lot of flak from anti-nuclear program members of the government but we can assure both the concerned citizens and those member of office that we plan to use such a powerful weapon for last-measure purposes only, meaning that we will only use them if the educated minds of the Ministry of War and of the chain of command in the branches cannot think of any other method to handle a situation.”
The screen then went back to the red-head.
“That’s all for now, have a nice day.”
The screen left the news view to whatever people were watching again.
A first look in to the small valley would indicate a small town of some sort until one looked closer at the small ‘town’ and it’s inhabitants…or lack there of.
The streets were empty of everything from cars, to bikes, and even people or pets.
The houses were bleak, too clean to be lived in by anybody. Besides that they were literally empty of any signs of life: no food, no recently used beds, and creepy silence that seemed to swallow all sounds that came through.
An empty breeze blew through the main street of the ‘town’ and still there was no sign of life.
Anybody with a military radio on the right Ursavian frequency would suddenly be able to hear something coming over from another radio.
”This is Flying Dutchman, I am dropping the package…now.”
At that moment, a modified fighter-bomber tore overhead and peeled away from the valley, heading off in to the rising sun of Ursava. A black object came plummeting through the sky, falling at an incredible rate until only a hundred feet over the ‘town’ and then…a ringing sound. Snow was thrown in all directions, what trees that grew on the smaller nearby mountains were flattened, dirt and rubble was thrown threw the sky and the entire valley was filled with an impenetrable cloud of death in the form of a mushroom cloud.
As it cleared, one could see irradiated snow and soil.
Ursava’s first official nuclear test = successful.
Ursavian Presidential Residence
Zigana looked down at the dark brown folder that Aliz had handed her fifteen minutes ago.
On the tab it was simply labeled ‘Test N’ which was entirely appropriate considering what it was all about. She walked across the broken sickle and cracked hammer that decorated the center of the floor before making her way to the desk and sitting down. She opened the folder and saw all the different pictures of the sight before and after the bomb had been dropped and various sheets describing the whole ordeal.
She grabbed one of the pictures: a view of directly above the town after the nuclear detonation had occurred. There was nothing but a few flattened trees and massive snow drifts that had been thrown about by the shockwave. She then grabbed a sheet that had been under the picture and began reading it.
Report By: One-Star General of the Ursavian Air Force, Csepel Hoffman.
Time Filed: September 17th, 10:35 A.M.
As of 09:00 hours this morning, Airman First Grade Morciz Lakatos a.k.a ‘the Flying Dutchman’, initiated ‘Test N’ in grid eighteen of the official Ursavian governmental map. There was a test town at the drop sight composed of one hundred artificial buildings and one water-tower. Airman First Grade Lakatos dropped the bomb directly over the town, located in a small valley before promptly peeling away and heading east, returning to base.
The ‘package’ went off at the predicted altitude with predicted damage as well.
According to a board of thirteen members with Airmen First Grade Lakatos as an on-sight witness, results were judged to be of satisfactory results and all in attendance unanimously agreed with the continuing of an Ursavian nuclear weapon program.
- General Hoffman
Zigana looked down at the letter with a small smile, happy that they could now develop an effective defence program incase things became too severe for regular military forces to handle on their own…but something she hoped she’d never have to use. Zigana reached down and picked up her phone, dialing in several numbers while glancing at the emergency phones to her left, all of which had direct links to her embassies and the cellphones of all members of the government.
“Hello, this is Zigana; I need you to connect me with the board of Test N.” Zigana said, leaning on her desk.
BREAKING NEWS FROM THE GOVERNMENT!!!
The red-headed anchorwoman of the Ursavian National News Network (UN3) came on over the TVs across the country with an amazing broadcast for all the people around the country to see.
“Earlier this morning, a modified F35C was flown over a valley in the northern Ursavian mountains carrying a monumental cargo for our people: one nuclear bomb. It was dropped on a fake town that had been set up by dedicated construction workers who worked eagerly to help with the defensive capabilities of Ursava’s armed forces. We take you life to One Star Air Force General Hoffman now, with his take on the situation.”
The screen cut to an aging man with ‘Salt & Pepper’ styled hair and a little scruff on his face. He had slightly faded blue eyes and chiseled features. He was a large man, much larger than the reporter sitting across from him on a backyard patio.
“I have to say that I couldn’t be happier with the results of this test. We’ve received a lot of flak from anti-nuclear program members of the government but we can assure both the concerned citizens and those member of office that we plan to use such a powerful weapon for last-measure purposes only, meaning that we will only use them if the educated minds of the Ministry of War and of the chain of command in the branches cannot think of any other method to handle a situation.”
The screen then went back to the red-head.
“That’s all for now, have a nice day.”
The screen left the news view to whatever people were watching again.