Washington D.C., Eagle Union
October 30, 1942
Friday
10:00 AM
Washington D.C. the Capital City of Eagle Union where the governance lives and held position of the Nation. The Capitol is once heralded as a beacon of hope that shun over the hill, held more of its history of the country is now all in ruins.
Siren Planes flew above D.C. as the dark smoke coming from the burned building covers the azure skies as it looms over the Capital City. Washington Monument that stand tall is now in ruin as the battle for Washington D.C. rages-on between Union Forces and Siren Invasion Force.
M26 Pershings rolled-in at the streets of D.C. as to fend-off the Siren Minions marching on the street. The turret of each Pershings and elevates its 90mm Main-Gun. Gunsights are aligned and waited for orders.
"FIRE!" The Commander at the Led Tank bark the orders through the comms.
The order is sound and clear as the gunners opens fire. The Tanks recoiled as they all unleashed their Main-Guns fury at the targets.
90mm Explosive Rounds hits the formations of Siren Minions with a resounding explosion, as dirt, rock and some asphalt along with chunks of Siren corpse flew.
"RELOAD! RELAOD!" The Tank Commander order the entire tank battalion to reload for another barrage of fire.
Infantry supporting the Tanks opens fire with their issued M4A1 Rifles.
Burst of 5.56mm Bullets resounded as the Infantry starts picking-off the remaining Siren Minions. The Siren Minion not dumb as they were in the previous battles return fire. With some accuracy this time.
The battle for Washington D.C. already started hours ago as the Union Defense were all failed to react in time, and that gave the Sirens a window of opportunity to leave waste at the Capital of Eagle Union.
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Above the streets of D.C. F-80 Shooting Stars and F-86 Sabers cut through the skies as to destroy the invaders above the skies of Eagle Union. These two Aircraft that carries the Eagle Union break-through in Jet-Aircraft Technology.
These two Marvelous Aircraft differ in design and purpose, but they have one single goal. Eliminate its opponents out at the sky and gain Air-Superiority.
Camp Springfield Base (Joint Air-Force Base Andrews) were all in scrambled in launching all the parked Jet-Aircraft. The Defense of the Homeland Eagle Union didn't falter as all the Aircraft is parked at their hangers and ready to take-off. The initial attack was all unpredicted as everyone caught-off guard in the situation.
But even with their failure to detect the surprise attack, the defense and preparedness helps pushed back the invaders. At their quick reaction time few casualties that number only in half a thousand, but most of them were civilians.
Soldiers with some few Armored Elements smashed through the Siren Minions lines, as like they were practicing in their War-Game Maneuvers.
Along with the Infantry a single armor follows them as they were all in race to the White House, where the President and the Higher-Ups that hold position in Government were all trapped inside the bunker deep underneath the White House. Currently the Siren Minions lay sieges at the parameter as the Union Army Guards and few Shipgirls held their position inside the White House.
5 M26 Pershing Tanks belongs to Saunders Group, at the led Pershing Lt. Kay leading a Tank Platoon of 5 Pershing Tanks and along with Company Battery of Troops led by an Army Captain.
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Inside the Led Pershing Tank
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"Damn it! Why does the f*cking head of the Government are all in one place at the time of the attack, for f*ck sake!"
Felecia the Loader express her frustration at the stupid situation that their leaders are in.
"F*ck do I know. Bastards got caught at the middle of the invasion, besides it's a surprise attack coming from the Sirens."
Lt. Kay said, as she pokes her head slightly out of the commander's copula for full field of view.
"Why is it we all get involve in god damn shit hole because our shitty Government policies." Felecia blurted.
"Hah. You can say that again." Lt. Kay said.
"I've heard, the Americans back in their world got the worst. Imagine crossing a thousand miles of ocean to send a message from half around the world, in 6 mouths. Imagine that."
"It's called force projection." Naomi the Gunner said. She speaks while maintaining her sight at the gunsight of the Main-Gun.
"Power Projection??"
"I've hear that word often used by those Americans."
"What does it mean?" Felicia asked.
"I don't know.... I'm not a Naval Officer to understand any of it, but they often referred to it as 'Diplomacy at someone's doorstep' I don't know what is the meaning of that, but the tone it implies is something else." Naomi explained.
"More like a World Police." Lt. Kay said.
"Yes. More like it."
As the crew of the Led Pershing Tank continues to chat inside a call from the Army Captain got their attention.
"Lieutenant, Enemy at the crossing, 1 clicks away from your positon. Over?"
"Roger that Captain, I heard you call loud and clear. Target spotted. Targets are hiding at the cover of the rubble building."
Felecia hurriedly loaded the cannon with 90mm HE Round, she rammed the shell at the loading breach of the cannon with her fist like a ram rod.
"Guns are loaded, ready to fire!" Felicia informs the cannon is loaded.
The Tank's turret swivels at the cover position of the Siren Minions. Naomi the Gunner crank some levers as to align her shot.
"Target locked."
"FIRE!' Lt. Kay orders.
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The Main-Gun of the Led Pershing and the rest of the Pershings open-up at the walls that the Siren Minions used as cover from the Infantry fire.
Army Captain radioed at the Led Pershing as to warn about an anti-Tank gun hidden among the rubbles.
"Anti-Tank Gun! Hiding among the rubbles at your right!"
"Helmet-Chan, Reverse!" Lt. Kay orders the driver to pull the Tank out of the Siren incoming fire.
"Yes Ma'am!" Helmet-Chan the Driver pull the revers lever and steps on the pedal in quick reverse of the 41,000 tons Tank.
Miraculously, the Tank manages to avoid the Anti-Tank fire from the Siren Minion hidden Anti-Tank Gun among the rubbles. The building on their rear isn't that lucky as it was demolished by the Siren Anti-Tank Gun missed shot.
The Infantry moves in and finished off the remaining Siren Minions and some of the hidden Anti-Tank Gun Crews.
"Alright, the streets are clear." The Army Captain radioed.
"Thanks Captain, we heard you loud and clear."
Lt. Kay thank the Army Captain as her Platoon of Tanks advance through the street that leads to the White House.
5 Pershing Tanks are now rolling-in the streets of Washington D. C. supported by Platoon of Union Soldiers ready to save the President and some Higher-up trapped in a sieges that the Sirens put-up.
As they all reached the Bridge crossing Potomac River, column of Siren Tanks awaits them at the other end of the bridge. Pershing Tanks halted its advance along with Platoon of Soldiers.
A stand-off formed between the 5 Pershing Tanks and Siren Tanks blockading the Bridge. All Guns are pointed at one another as the gunners each of the Tanks a waits in open to open fire.
"Kay... any moment now...." Naomi the Gunner said as her finger were etching to pull the trigger.
Lt. Kay orders. "Wait...we wait for air-support. We can't just rush at the enemy ambush."
"They are in front." Felecia said.
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Potomac River
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At the Potomac River, Shipgirls provide off-shore bombardment from the River as to support the Ground Troops advancing through the Siren defensive line or the siege line at the White House.
St. Louis, Honolulu and Helena the sub-class of the Brooklyn Class Light Cruisers provide off-shore bombardment.
Honolulu let-out a hail of bullet from her issued SCAR-17 Rifle and 6inch/47cal. Mk-16 with 6inch HE Shells. For some men wondering I can assure you the 'recoil' was fascinating to say the least.
"Damn Sirens, there are too many of them!"
Honolulu exclaimed in frustration at the numerous number of Siren Minions returning fire at them. Huge plums of water rises besides them rose-up and soaking them wet.
Both Helena and St. Louis focused their fire at the Siren Minions other than shouting with their mouths. The crosshairs of the scope of their SCAR-17, both of them picked-up the heads of the Siren Minions one-by-one.
*RATATAAAT, RATATAAAT, RATATAAAT*
A controlled burst of fire from their SCAR-17 targeted the foreheads of the poking heads of the Siren Minions hiding among the rubbles. 6inch Cannons blasted-off those who hides at the hard to hit cover.
"Enemy Anti-Armor!" Helena shouted at the incoming shot from the Siren Anti-Tank Gun hiding among covers of the rubble.
The shell hits the surface of the waters and huge plums of water rose-up again, showering them once again.
"Soak me once I'm mad. Soak me twice-f*ck you and your entire existence!"
Honolulu shouted as she let-up all of her Main-Guns at the Siren Anti-Tank Gun position. One thing leads to another it was a devastating explosion like an entire Artillery Battalion focused on one target.
Chunks of dirt and rubble flew everywhere along with some Siren Minion body parts. Honolulu literally blows the entire position out of existence.
St. Louis radioed. "Temper, Temper Miss out of Chill."
"You don't have to go all out at that Siren position, you know...." Helena said in a neutral tone.
"Hah, serves them right! Those bastards soaked me twice in a day!" Honolulu yelled right hand fist clinching in annoyance.
"Focus ladies, the Ground Troops need Off-Shore bombardment support at their advance through the White House." St. Louis calmly said.
"Roger that."
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Capitol Hill
On the way to Capitol Hill, Texas in her astonishing speed of mach-grandma, she and the others are in the race in time along with some armored units from First Company Armored Battalion and Infantry Battalion stationed at Camp Springfield.
With the fire power of dreadnaught battleship with Winchester Model 1897 12 Gauge Shotgun (Yes. If you may ask. It is equipped with bayonet) with goodly speed and fire power they plow to the ranks of Siren Minions, like Tanks to the horde of zombies.
Needless to say they plowed through because they got the gun, the armor, and 'Warcrime Stick' in the palm of their hands. Sirens didn't know what 'Warcrime Stick' is, so they thought it was a boom-boom pipe.
"Surprise Madafakas!"
Texas and some Soldiers equipped with Warcrime Stick jumps into the lines of Siren Minions with a resounding boom of Warcrime Sticks.
*BANG, KA-CHAK. BANG, KA-CHACK. BANG, KA-CHAK*
(this is the only sound of a shotgun I could make)
Is the one sounded at the Siren defense line that surrounded the Capitol Hill. M26 Pershing formed a line formation to maximize the barrage.
Huge explosion sounded as Siren Minions were thrown at the path of the explosion. Everyone cheered at the elimination of the Siren defense line.
But to their horror, Siren Tank emerges at the smoke where the Siren Minion held the line. One Pershing receives a direct hit at the right check of the Turret, cracking it. The Tank didn't explode, but the ear-shattering ringing inside the tank deafens the Crew.
The other Tank Crews of other Tank were shock for a moment, until they received a call from the infantry and pointed at the location of the Siren Tank.
All M26 Pershing Tanks turn their Turrets and pointed their Main-Guns at the Siren Tank. It was a silent moment before the entire 90mm guns of the Pershing roared in anger and blows the lone Siren Tank, turret head flew up high as the shells inside cooked-off.
"Incoming!"
Infantry scatters as the Siren Tank Turret falls right next them in flames.
Soldiers equipped with Kevlar Vest and M4A1 Rifles rushed at the halls of the Capitol Building as the Sirens were all pushed out of the Capitol Hill.
Fire fight ensued as some small numbers of Siren Minions left inside and got into cover of the Marble Pillars.
The Army Captain ain't gonna waste the lives of his men of flushing these Sirens out in their cover. He ordered on of the Pershing Tank blows their cover to flash them out.
The Marble Pillars of the Capitol Building explodes as debris flew everywhere. Siren Minions comes out of their cover as it hinders them from retaliating.
Soldiers open fire with the M4A1 Rifles as they all tattered the bodies of the Siren Minions with bullets like there's no tomorrow.
"Charge! Go, go, go!!!"
The Army Captain shouted as his men rushed to rescued the trapped Politicians inside the Capitol Building.
After the securing the Capitol Building, the Armored Platoon of Pershing Tanks along with Texas. On their way to White House they encountered Siren dugged-in position.
Siren Tank armed and ready to face-off the platoon of Pershing Tank, opens fire in line. Few of the Perishing tank receives a direct hit at the lower hull, some manages to penetrate it and ridder it unusable.
Texas in the other hand retaliate with her 5 Twin Turret 14 inch/Mk-12 Guns at her Rigging. Subsequent explosion followed suit at the Siren defense line, as 14 inch HE Shells rains down and render the Siren Tank's armor.
Texas with her Winchester Model 1897 12 Gauge Shotgun (A.K.A. Warcrime Stick) sweeps-off the Siren Minions in their fox-hole and trenches.
The shooting and cocking of Shotgun resounded along with some Siren scream of terror after seeing Grandma with Trench-Broom.
"Move out of the way."
Texas shouted before putting a hole at the chest of one of the Siren Minion via Trench-Broom.
Some of the minions got close to her and engages her with Hand-to-hand combat, to the bravery or stupidity of this Siren Minion forgotten the 'Butter-knife' (as we called it) sticking out at the end of the barrel of the Trench-Broom.
Shit forgets her plot armor and got stabbed by a 'Butter-Knife' by Granny's Trench-Broom.
Texas cocks the Shotgun as to reload another round, and at the pull of the trigger. Large hole was made at the chest of the Siren Minion that got impaled with the 'Butter-knife'.
After clearing the trench and Siren defense lines, Texas reloaded her Shotgun after shooting to many Siren Minions ducking down at the trench. As she reloads her shotgun she suddenly noticed the absence of the other Humanoid Sirens as she only fought-off merely a Minion.
"These seems odd? How come the big guns are not showing-up?"
She turns her gaze at the location of the White House, there the Executor-Class gathers as to assess the situation of how to break the defenses and Security is being put-out inside the White House.
Then one of the Executor-Class. Breaker Mk-III turns it's at her and pointed its Plasma Cannon at her. In instinct she jumps out of the way and fires her Winchester Model 1897 Shotgun.
Texas jumps out of the way of the projectile and noticed that she got the attention of everyone. At that she retreated as she was out numbered in fighting them.
Plasma Cannons and Siren Planes rained down fire at her along with some Laser Beam. She is currently being overwhelmed by the Executor-Class in number and fire power as she was pounded by Plasma Cannon attacks. She dodges here and there as to not getting hit, but her aim was all miss as she dodges.
She dodges and dodges, but in a moment of bad luck she tripped over halting her maneuver. The Soldiers that once with her came into help and open-up with their Rifle and some brought-out a Bazooka.
The Executor-Class retaliate with their Plasma Cannon at the meekly resistance that the Soldier is putting-up.
"Retreat!"
Texas orders the Soldiers to leave their position, as soon as everyone left their position. The place was all turn to rubble with all the explosion that Sirens brought upon.
"Damn it! Where are the air-support? Sirens are run rampant here!"
She asked through the comms, as she contacts the Camp Springfield Base for Aerial Support, but the Army-Air Core seems busy denying Siren Planes from further causing problems on the Ground Forces fighting on the ground. And couldn't assist them for aerial-support.
The Carriers and Big-Gun Battleships were all at the coast of Maryland and Virginia protecting the States from further Siren attacks. A massive fleet battle is currently taking place at the coast of the two states.
As she was about to lose hopes an unknown call from someone sounded at the comms. The voice come from a child, as it sounded as childish.
"This is Carrier Strike Group 9, what's the situation over D.C.?"
Texas is confused at the Carrier Strike Group designation; she only knew one Strike Group with a designation. Carrier Strike Group 1/Enterprise Strike Group.
Texas is hesitant to answer the call, but the situation in the ground is dire as the Executor-Class is targeting the Soldiers on the Ground. She gulps and answers the call.
"The situation on the ground here on D.C. is dire, our lines are being overrun by Executor-Class. Currently the White House is under sieged and the security seems falling apart. The President and some Higher-Ups are still under the Bunker of the White House. Hurry! The Siren Forces run rampant here!"
"Executor-Class???? Are those Russia's new Elite Forces other than the Spetsnaz?"
"Russian Spetsnaz???" Texas is confused at the reply. "I don't know what you were talking about, but D.C. is falling and the defenses around the White House is going down.
"Copy that. Sirens are the enemy and save the White House from falling into enemy hands?"
"Yes. Copy, we need air-support!"
"Roger that, help is on the way." The contact then cuts-off and go static.
As Texas is busy talking at the comms, she didn't notice that the Executor-Class stop firing their Plasma Cannons and didn't attack. Instead they were focusing their attention at the west, where the Atlantic Ocean is located.
And based from their reactions, they felt something ominous is rapidly coming here at Washington D.C. She only seen this face as they face-off CVN-80 Enterprise. But according to the transmission CVN-80 Enterprise and her Task Force were currently engaging a large Siren Force at the Atlantic.
"What are they???" She inquired.
Then up ahead over the dark clouds that dawn over the entire Washington D.C. She saw a shower of meteor like strike raining down at the Humanoid Sirens ranging from Executor-Class and Siren Clones.
The Sirens put-up their Force Field in defense deflecting the attack, to their effort and arrogance. That's the only thing they ever saw as their Force Field shattered like a window glass.
Some that were on the ground were also targeted, as the ground they were once stood is now a crater from the explosion and impact of sheer kinetic energy.
Texas covers her eyes from the gust of wind coming from the simultaneous explosion coming from above and ground.
The Soldiers beside her were blown by the shockwave and gust of wind that followed suit. Some of them ducked down at the ground as the shockwave were too powerful for some multiple explosion.
After the shockwave and gust of wind settles, she opens her eyes and saw all the Sirens were all destroyed in a flash. She was at her knees from the explosion that pushed her back.
"What's going on???"
She's totally confused to what just transpire. The falling meteor shower-like she saw is not at bomb nor missile she knew of, because of the ballistic trajectory and speed exceeding the sound.
After everyone recuperates. The remaining Sirens recuperate themselves after the unthinkable and out of this world attack. Strategist Mk-III, Breaker Mk-III and Tracker Mk-III got into their feet for another incoming attack.
Texas quickly reacted as she's prepared to open fire, but a sound of roaring Jet-Engine from a far got her attention. Whistling Bombs obliterated the remaining Tracker Mk-IIIs with a 2,000lbs GBU Bomb.
She turned her gaze at the Plane making U-Turn as it release its load, she eyed the Aircraft and noticed it is not belonging to Enterprise as the designation and markings didn't matched up.
"No.... it can't be. That's not Enterprise's Plane... who was it?" She asks herself as she eyed the Super Hornet shooting down a lone Siren Planes loitering around.
Up in the sky she saw a lone MV-22 Osprey being escorted by F/A-25 Hellcats, a feeling of relief lifted her at her problems of facing the Sirens alone. But as soon as she stared at the aircraft a feeling of unfamiliarity permeated around her.
She knows the equipment and the flying machine is like those on Enterprise, but the owner seems deferent like the aura she exerts. Enterprise aura is always reserved, but this one is more on assertive type.
At the rear ramp door of the Osprey, she saw three new different persons and faces with familiar yet alien looking clothing, the only familiar to her is the Kevlar vest that other one wore. The three jumps off as they activate their Rigging mid-flight, and prepares for combat on the ground.
The last one who jumps-off from the Osprey got her attention as she was in a height of a kid or even one of their Destroyers. She didn't payed attention at her appearance, but the one that caught her is the overconfidence plastered around her face as she jumps-off the Osprey.
That Little-Girl that jumps-off from the Osprey and activates her Rigging. Her Rigging surprises Texas as she saw a Mechanical Teddy Bear as Rigging with protruding box launcher at the shoulder and Flight Deck like wing at the back.
"A Teddy-Bear??"
Everyone on the ground uttered in total confusion as to why the Rigging looks like a Teddy-Bear.
Before she could land on the solid ground in 'Super Hero Landing', she shouts that echoed throughout D.C. as she declares her presence.
"Whazzap Biyaches!!!!!!!!!!! Big Stick.... Is BACK!!!!!!!!!!!"
She then proceeds to do a 'Super Hero landing' and some poses she didn't understand, but it serves one thing. Getting the Sirens attention.
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Texas was left dumbfounded at this Little-Girl's attitude like walking in the park right at the middle of a war zone.
"Now then... who wants to give my Big-Stick a suckles?"
The Little-Girl said like a stud of man along with some haughty laugh.
Texas is totally confused to her energetic and flamboyant personality, but a bit of it is familiar to her. The stud stand, and flamboyant energy.
Texas curved-up a smile a she didn't need to know who's the person she's looking at, because she already knows who she really is.
"The 26th President of Eagle Union." She muttered to herself.
"It's good to be back in D.C."
The Little-Girl said with a glee and glowing blue eyes that matches that on her Mechanical Bear Rigging's eyes.
"Let's show them some good ol' Freedom and Democracy, curtesy by Uncle Sam."
She said as the Teddy Bear Rigging make a boxing pose as the two Mechanical-Arms in punching position.
"Who wants to go first on sucking my Big-Stick?" She asks the confuse Sirens.
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Earth
Pentagon, Washington D.C., United States of America
October 30, 2055
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Pentagon, Adm. Matthew's Office.
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Adm. Matthew is at his office chair sitting and scratching his head as he reads another report of missing munition and Equipment at the US Navy Sealift Command Log. The long list of items is making his head all dizzy from the absurd cost of the equipment that are now considered missing.
He let the folder containing the list, placed at his table as he held his aching forehead. The now wrinkled brow got more wrinkles from the Navy's current situation that is not explainable by all means scientific.
With all the problems he faced and throbbing head his currently experiencing, makes worth of living a hell in this world.
"Dear God.... What the hell is going in this god damn forsaken world..." He murmurs to himself in agony as he held his throbbing head.
At the Navy section of the Pentagon, at the Hallway.
Vice Adm. Hathaway runs through the Hallway at the location of the Adm. Matthew's Office. Pentagon Staff Member moves out of the way of the sprinting Vice Adm.
At the entrance of the Office Vice Adm. Hathaway hits the brakes as his shoes screeched at the floor. Without knocking he bust open the door, surprising Adm. Matthew who's in a deep thought.
"Vice Adm. Hathaway have you forgotten to---"
Vice Adm. Hathaway cuts him off, as he gasps for air from running through the hallway. "I have a bad news, Sir." He said in a frantic voice.
The confused and annoyed face at Adm. Matthew were replaced by a serious one. "Please.... Continue."
"Admiral... we lost another Ship!"
Adm. Matthew slams his table, making all the documents flew off the table. "What!!! what fleet this time?"
Vice Adm. Hathaway clears his throat. "We lost only a decommissioned Ships."
"What are those ships then?'
"Two LCS each one from Freedom Class and Independence Class. 1 Arleigh Burke, Flight 1 and 2. 1 San Antonio Class LPD. 1 Seawolf Class Submarine, One Lewis & Clark Dry-Cargo Ship. a commissioned Zumwalt. And 1 Nimitz Class Aircraft Carrier."
Adm. Matthew was left speechless as he can't utter a word from all the problems that just suddenly dropped into him. Like his sanity, he falls back into his seat as his mind is clouded by earie silence.
Vice Adm. Hathaway looks at Adm. Matthew who's in a state of shock.
"What's the name of the Carrier?" He asked.
"Roosevelt, CVN-71 USS Theodore Roosevelt."