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Elena Michaels
1926 hours local
Stonehaven
“I overheard the Russians talking about them coming back ‘With Force’.” Jeremy began. “We need
to wake Bird Dog up, and ask him about this.”
“Shouldn’t we treat his wounds first?” Antonio asked.
“We can do that as we are asking him.”
We all went down to where Bird Dog was, and Jeremy treated his wounds, without antithetic until he woke up. When he did, he
started screaming until Jeremy stopped.
When he was calm enough from the painkillers, but still coherent enough to answer questions, I asked: “we just got a
visit from three people in the military. One introduced himself as ‘General Nikola Tesla III’ another as ‘Commander
Yevgeny Borisovitch Volgin’ and the third as “Supreme Commander Boris Romanov’” and I gave him the
descriptions of the three.
With the first name and description, he chuckled to himself, with the second name, he shuddered, and with the third, his jaw
dropped.
“Well, that explains the escort,” he said, after closing his jaw. “Did they get what they wanted?”
“No, you attacked us in the meeting, and they left shortly afterward.”
“That’s not good. Now, they’ll probably go for subtlety. The GRU, or the Cobras. Most likely though, it’ll
be the GRU.”
“The GRU? Who are they?”
“The GRU is mostly Soviet Special Forces, Spetsnaz, and stuff like that. The GRU’s leader is extremely good at
gathering information, and assassination I don’t know what she looks like, but any man that she targets; she gets the
information almost all the time.”
“She?” I asked. “I think I’ll be able to handle her then.”
“Don’t get to cocky yet. I don’t even know what she looks or sounds like. Plus, she won’t target you,
Elena. She only targets men. I only know of her from what little reputation she has.”
“And who are these ‘Cobras’?” who are they?”
“The Cobras are a splinter group of the GUR. They consist of six members, each one codenamed by the emotions they feel
on the battlefield. First, there’s ‘The Pain’, second is ‘The Fear’ third is ‘The Fury’
forth is ‘The End’ the fifth is ‘The Sorrow’, and lastly is ‘The Boss’ AKA “The
Joy’.”
“Okay, and I also overheard something about ‘Final Operations’ what does that mean?” Jeremy asked.
“Final Operations are done to--” He stopped in mid-sentence. “Why am I even telling you this? You wouldn’t
believe it anyways.”
I smiled and said: “try us,”
“Okay,” he said. “I’m from another universe. That’s why you’ve probably never seen the
Erusian Flag until now. The New Soviet Union is from another universe, one that has started going to other universes for resources,
funding, and so on as all of those on their own have been used up during all the world wars that they had. After the wars,
they wanted to get into space and start taraforming other planets, but to do that, they needed money. Eventually, they got
to another universe, but that one’s Earth was under subtle attack by aliens called ‘Yeerks’.” He explained
at length or about 15 minuets, about his home universe, the yeerks, their intentions, the soviets and there intentions, and
a little about how to contact Premier Alexander Romanov.
“Now that I have told you guys everything I know, I think you should tell me a few things. Firstly, why did I just try
to EAT three of my superiors!”
“Brace yourself for a bit of a shock,” I said, and waited for a few seconds. “As of now, you are a werewolf.”
He started to smile, then thought better of it.
“But I thought that werewolves could only be hurt with silver. That chair-”
“Common misconception. Anything that can hurt a human can hurt a werewolf, it’s just that we can take more damage
and we heal faster.” Jeremy said. “We’ll tell you everything you need to know and train you later. But for
now, just rest.”
“One last thing,” Bird Dog said. “If the Final Operations are coming, call the Sukhoi Design Bureau in Moscow.
Place a build order for an Su-37 “Terminator” with Yellow Squadron’s paint scheme. When the Final Operations
start, I want to be a part of them.”
“I’ll see what I can do.” Jeremy said, and we left.
Supreme Commander Romanov
2345 Hours local
The Kremlin, Moscow
General’s Conference Room
I called a meeting between all the Generals to discuss the best course of action in dealing with removing the one yeerk presence
in this universe out, recovering Yellow 13, and getting Havoc out of Bear Valley.
“First things first,” General Towns said. “We need to make a legitimate reason-or at least, a plausible
one- before we begin.”
“We don’t have time for that,” I said. “If we are going to attack, it has to be hard, fast and NOW.”
“I agree with the Commander,” General Granger said. “They have one of our pilots down there, and we need
to extract him ASAP.”
Eventually, we all agreed that it was best if we attack the next day.
The Air Force would deploy The Apocalypse Squadron which I myself was a part of, while General Kwi would deploy tanks and
light vehicles to secure the ground targets.
The meeting was concluded at 0321 hours, and all the Generals taking part in the Final Operations would get some rest.
0950 hours local
Saturday, 24, 2006
SS Hrimfaxi
Hudson Bay
I did another quick check of my instruments. Fuel Gage, power to laser, Radar, ejection System, Oil Pressure, Altimeter, and
the air Speed Gauge. If any one of those was off, there would be a Red Deck call, and I’d have to get pre-flighted all
over again. After seeing that each one of those systems was okay, I gave a thumbs up, quite aware that the flight crew couldn’t
see me in the ADF-01 FALKEN, but it never hurt.
“Stalin 1, you are cleared for takeoff.” The Air Boss said. I rammed the throttles to full power, felt the rising
speed of the catapult, and in just over 40 meters in less then tow seconds. The FALKEN hung in the air for a moment, dangerously
close to a stall, then, I settled the plane into a gentle climb.
“Stalin 1 to all aircraft,” I said into the tactical circuit. “We need to catch the yeerks unaware. Let’s
head for the deck, and hug it at hypersonic. Over”
“Roger Stalin 1, going to hypersonic in 5… 4… 3… 2… 1… PUNCH IT!”
The ADF-01 went from normal cruising speeds to hypersonic in under 30 seconds. Not the best time, but considering the altitude,
it was good enough. Within a few minuets, we blitzed over Bear Valley so fast and so low, that anyone below must have been
deafened by the sonic boom. We slowed to combat speeds, and pulled up to an altitude of 3000 meters. If the yeerks didn’t
know we where here after the fly-over, they certainly did now.
“This is AWACS Thunderhead; we’ve picked up multiple bandits approaching on vector 280 degrees. You are cleared
to engage on sight. General Kwi will begin his assault shortly. Over”
I saw them. Big, fat, ugly fighters that looked almost like a cockroach. I armed my Phoenix missiles and fired two of the
heavy, fast, and long range missiles.
“Stalin 1, Missiles away!”
“Ace, Missiles away!”
“Mobius 1, Missiles away!”
“Ofnir 1, Missiles away!”
“Grabacr 1, Missiles away!”
“Blaze, Missiles away!”
“Tinman, Missiles away.”
The fourteen missiles sailed right towards the enemy squadrons. The first three hit, the fourth missed, and then the rest
hit, and took the bandits on a defensive formation. I ditched the remaining Phoenix missiles after that. The Phoenix missile
has an extremely good range, but the downside is that it doesn’t have its own radar, and needs a link from the plane
that shot it. In addition, it’s a radar guided weapon, meaning that Electronic Countermeasures can cause it to go off
course, and miss. The one thing it was good for, was putting the other guy on a defensive formation, and disrupting there
attack.
I went for the Sidewinders, the perfect weapon choice for a knife-fight.
Elena Michaels
1010 hours local
Bear Valley, USA
I was on my way to pick up the groceries when I saw something off to the horizon. Something -several somethings- small, dark,
and very, VERY fast. I realised what they where only after they passed overhead. Then the sonic boom and shards of glass hit
me. When my hearing came back, I picked up my cell phone and called Jeremy. Luckily, he was there, and picked it up.
“Jeremy!” I yelled, still a little deaf. “We’ve got problems! I just saw at least seven fighter jets
pass overhead! I think that commando might still be around! I could use some help!”
“Okay, we’re on our way.”
Captain “Havoc” Parker
I was making my way to the extraction point when I saw Jeremy Danvers, plus a few others jump into a car and drive off towards
the town. I hotwired the nearest car and headed after them. After a while of following them, they got out, and started to
help Elena. I bolted out of the car, snuck up on Nick Sorrento, held him in a headlock, and put a standard-issue hunting knife
to his throat
“Start talking!” I yelled, making sure she could see as well as feel the knife.
“A-a-bout what?” He stammered.
“WHERE’S YELLOW 13?”
“He’s taking a different car with Clay, and Jeremy! Please don’t hurt me!” he managed to stammer.
I decided against slicing his throat, and decided on just giving him a very fast headfirst trip onto the pavement. Not hard
enough to kill, but enough to knock him out for a few minuets.
Once I saw the other car carrying Yellow 13, I stopped it by shooting out a tire. The car stopped, and all three people got
out, Yellow 13 looking fairly beaten up, or something. I then started to inch closer on my stomach to minimize the noise I
caused. I did my best, but Clay spotted me and started circling. I copied his movements, neither of us wanting to make the
first move and allow the other an immediate advantage. Eventually, Yellow 13 stepped in between us, stared at me and said:
“Havoc, what are you doing here? I’m fine. I was injured in the crash-landing, and they helped me!”
“Well then, follow me; I’ll get you to the extraction point!”
“That’s a negative, Havoc. There was a little bit of a problem, and I’ve got to stay with them for a bit
longer. Sorry.”
I sighed and contacted Locke.
“Hey Locke, I found Yellow 13, but he doesn’t want to leave just yet.” All I got was static for a response.
“Bad news guys,” I said. “Looks like my EVA’s down. We’re going to have to use the radio, and
they probably changed the frequency for the attack.”
13 groaned, while the others just stood there.
“I’ll start trying the radio, but we need to get you guys to safety.” I said.
Supreme Commander Romanov
Over Bear Valley
I fired two of my sidewinders, and pulled away. The Bug Fighter I targeted started weaving and jinking trying to get the missile
off him by trying to confuse it with hard manoeuvres. That WOULD work on a Sparrow, or a Phoenix missile, but not against
a sidewinder. The sparrow is a radar-guided weapon, but it has shorter range. Hard manoeuvres can throw it off, but the sidewinder
is a heat-seeker. The missile arrowed in and killed the fighter when another fighter tried to shoot at me. I pulled the FALKEN
into a hard right turn, and dumped a cloud of Chaff and flares behind me, and headed for the deck.
“SOMEONE DELOUSE MY SIX!” I yelled.
“Already on it,” Ace said as I say his F-22A “Raptor” go behind me, and shoot down the enemy plane.
I formed up with Mobius 1, and we went into the “Loose-Deuce” formation. –Me in front, down low, while Mobius
was above and to my left.- The enemies where all over now, most coming towards me. Mobius 1 let off a salvo of Sparrow missiles,
and launched a few sidewinders in for good measure.
Now, if I make this seem orderly and calm, that’s because those are the parts I remember most. It was chaos up there
as both sides strove for air superiority. A furball –a multi aircraft engagement. - is like that. Each guy looking for
that perfect killing position or above and behind, only to have the other guy evade and do the same.
I got a radar lock on another enemy plane; this one was a new fighter that the yeerks designed. It was faster, more manoeuvrable,
and could carry more weapons then the Bug Fighter. This craft was called a Blade Fighter, and was given to only the best as
there where only a handful of prototypes in existence.
I switched to guns as the fighter was too close for a sidewinder to lock-on. The Vulcan Cannon let lose with a buzz saw shriek
that hit the Blade Fighter and slashed off one of its two engines. The fighter spiralled end-over-end into the city, unable
to regain control of the craft.
Captain “Bird Dog” Roy
“GODDAMMIT BIRD DOG!” Elena yelled as a plane crashed only a few meters away. “TELL THEM WE’RE ON
THERE SIDE!”
“Rule Number one of combat, Miss,” I said. “Friendly fire isn’t!”
“AH-HA!” Havoc yelled from his hiding spot.
“Did you get them?” I asked, excited.
“Still can’t raise HQ, but I think we’re tapped into the aircrafts tactical channel. I can hear the pilots
talking to one another!”
“YOU CAN? GREAT! Let’s hear!”
I keyed the radio to the right frequency and heard: “LOCK! TONE! FOX THREE! FOX THREE!” Mobius 1. I could have
recognized his voice anywhere. I pressed the transmit key.
“Mobius 1! Mobius 1! This is Yellow 13, do you copy?”
There was a pause, then: “Yellow 13? Dammit all! That can’t be you! What are you doing on this channel?”
“Long story, help us out, or you won’t get to hear it! We’ve got a few enemy tanks on the road closing in
on us. Think you can help us out from the air?”
“I’ll see what I can do, give me your tacsit.”
I explained that we had seen a few tanks belonging to the yeerks about four minuets ago, and that they where a new kind of
tank that we had no experience with. He couldn’t miss them, even from the air as they where HUGE. Bigger then even an
Overlord tank, and had a speed of roughly 300 Miles per hour with some kind of rocket engine.
Supreme Commander Romanov
“Hey, Commander, I just got a message from Yellow 13. He’s okay, but there are four really big enemy tanks coming
his way. Requesting permission to break off and engage.”
“Permission denied. Follow my lead. You have no bombs, or anything that can dent those tanks. I have a laser. Keep me
covered.”
“Roger that, sir.”
“Target sighted! Engaging!”
I went into a dive-bomb firing my laser into the lead tank, slicing it in half. Then I adjusted my flight path and make a
line in the ground sending the laser smashing into the other tanks. After that, I did a quick damage assessment. Five of the
tanks where burning, while another three lay broken. There was only one tank left. I went in for another attack when I heard
the scream over my headset that indicates a fire-control radar on my aircraft, and then heard it intensify into shrill shrieks
as six SAMs fired up at me. I broke off immediately, and started dumping chaff and flares. It confused three of the missiles,
but the other two kept following me. i went to an altitude of 50 feet, and tore head-long for the tank, then pulled up at
the last possible second causing the missiles to become confused and target the tank.
The missiles went right down the main barrel, causing a massive explosion as the IRBM it was carrying ignited and slammed
into the barrel coverings, which where then trying to close. I was thrown into the air with tremendous force and almost went
into a pancake dive afterward.
After seeing the destruction of there super-tanks, the remaining yeerk forces retreated, and the controllers in the city surrendered
en mass. I went back to the Hrimfaxi, which was now in New York City Harbour, and landed. Once back on the sub, I ordered
a SAR unit out to pick up Havoc, and to see if Yellow 13 had changed his mind. If he didn’t, I gave him my orders as
follows
To: Captain Patrick “Bird Dog” Roy
Subject: orders as of this point
From: Supreme Commander Boris Romanov
You are to hereby until your return to base is to make weekly reports of your activities. Be sure to include when you are
coming back to base, and IF POSSIBLE anyone you are bringing along.
I made sure that the helicopter pilot wouldn’t forget that, and I also let him know of something I saw in Jeremy’s
mansion. An artefact of some kind, but it look familiar, and asked him to get it, if possible.
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