Millenium Hand and Shrimp!
(Not quite the next chapter yet, but we're past the thousand-post mark, so whoo!)
(Also, this first segment comes as per some collaboration between Generic and myself.)
The Enclave Vault | Enclave Psychological Operations Offices Corridor
"(What a waste of time.)" E.D. #209 thought to himself as he walked down the halls, the
*CLOMP CLOMP CLOMP* of his boots and the humming of his Enclave Standard Issue Heavy Weapons Specialist (Dominator) Power Armor's power plant echoing down said corridors as he made his way out of the Enclave Psychological Operations Offices and towards the Enclave Intelligence Bureau where Enclave Intelligence Officer #411's office was located.
"(Stupid Doctor and his stupid mice.)" The Enclave Heavy Weapons Specialist thought to himself as he remembered the whithering look that the short white mouse had given him. The words "...Try to take over the WORLD!" popped in his mind for a moment before the shade had been drawn shut. Shaking the thoughts out of his head, he focused on the matter at hand. He was going to go see #411.
To adequately describe how E.D. #209 saw #411, one only had to open E.D. #209's locker door and note the image of #411's helmet haphazardly taped onto the image of a bikini clad pinup's body. Yes, while E.D. #209's specialization was Heavy Weapons, Photoshop was not.
"ENCLAVE HEAVY WEAPONS SPECIALIST #209 TO NUMBER ONE'S OFFICE! ENCLAVE HEAVY WEAPONS SPECIALIST #209 TO NUMBER ONE'S OFFICE!"
Chimed the overhead speakers, causing E.D. #209 to freeze mid-
*CLOMP* as his brain registered two things. The first was that he was being paged and the second was that he was being sent to Number One's Office.
"SQUEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!" squee'd E.D. #209 as he remembered that he had submitted an application into Enclave Human Resources to become one of the Elite, the ones that actually had names like FalloutJack, FalloutBob, etc.
Making a turn that would bring him straight to Number One's office, he tried to put a little spunk in his
*CLOMP* as he puffed his chest out and strutted as best as his Power Armor would allow him.
"Coming through, got a meeting with Number One." E.D. #209 stated as he passed other Enclave units.
"Hold my calls got a meeting with Number One."
"Hey Toots, could you get me a cup of Coffee? Got a meeting with Number One." E.D. #209 said as he continued his crypt walk down the corridors.
"Hey Dude! Heard your name on the Intercom man. What the fuck did you do?" Asked the familiar voice of E.D. #300 as he and # 310 came running up from behind #209.
"What the hell are you talking about
DUDE I'm gonna see
THE MAN! You know it's REALLY important when you go see Number One." Countered E.D. #209.
"Or you fucked up REALLY bad, DUDE." Said #310
"You remember FalloutRobertPaulson? No? That's because he fucked up and got shot in the head." Added #300.
"Or FalloutMontoya? They had his father killed." #310 said, remembering that FalloutMontoya had screwed up the search for some six fingered ghoul.
"What the fuck are you telling me?" E.D. #209 asked, his voice bewildered beyond scared shitless.
"You're fucked DUDE." #300 stated and stopped to point at the door in front of them, the door Labeled Number One's office.
"Awww FUCK!" E.D. #209 said as the sensors above the door registered his proximity and started the cycling the door open.
"Hey. Here's your coffee." Said a voice from behind E.D. #209, E.D. #300 and E.D. #310.
"Not now!!" E.D. #209 said as he tried to compose himself and stepped into the light.
Number One's main chambers were metallic and large, big enough to do battle in, really. The lights were set up to illuminate all or some as need be. He sat in a large metal chair that was a raised higher than the rest of the room by a few feet with steps leading down from it. He was seated in it. The doors shut with a loud
CLANG.
"Thank you for appearing, ED 209. Is that coffee for me?"
Deep doom-voice, as always.
"Erm. Yes?" Enclave Heavy Weapons Specialist #209 said, unsure why he was even holding a cuppa in the first place. The fact that E.D. #209 had been referred to as E.D. #209 didn't even register in his head as an inrelevant question until the question had been jettisonned out of his mouth. That and the fact that he forgot to refer to Number One as Sir.
"H-How did you about E.D.?" E.D. #209 asked as he placed the cup of coffee on Number One's desk, his Power Armor, despite the aim stabilization protocols, shaking enough to slosh a bit of coffee onto Number One's desk.
"Um. Sir. Sorry. I - uh - Sir." E.D. #209 hastily apologized as he realized how badly he was fucked.
"I hear things. It is of no consequence. Look to that wall above the door. What is it you see?"
Huh? There wasn't anything on that wall but wall. However, upon turning BACK to Number One, ED would find that the coffee - including cup and stain - were now mysteriously gone and there was a drinking sound from within Number One's suit. Damn, he was quick!
"So - um - sir? You wanted to see me? I mean - er - Enclave Heavy Weapons Specialist #209 reporting for duty, sir!" E.D. #209 shouted, his voice not echoing at all in the room, which was weird in the same sense that it was weird that duck quacks don't echo.
"I - er - didn't screw anything up did I?" #209 asked meekly, quite cowed by the presence of Number One.
"If this is about the hole that looks into #411's shower, I swear I never looked through it while she was showering!"
"Not necessarily. To begin with, I wish for you to summarize your experiences involved in dealing with the weapon which belonged to the Undertaker, the one in red known as...Sylph."
"Syllllllph." E.D. #209 said slowly as if savoring the Red Pest's name in his mouth. He was quite happy that he now had a name for the fly in his lubricant - - - that he used to lubricate his Plasma Vulcan and not for any other purpose at all.
"She's quite the C- erm - pest." E.D. #209 reported, "I first ran into her a few days ago while coming back from a routine extermination mission."
E.D. #209 remembered that mission quite fondly since it was during that mission that he got to see the effects of combining a human, highly corrosive toxic waste and a vehicle moving at high speed.
*SPLORCH* would be the resulting term.
"From what I gather she's either highly trained or just very lucky." E.D. #209 started off saying. "On my first encounter with her, she was able to avoid myself and a crew of replicants using a bit of ribbon that she kept tied around her hair. Turned out that the ribbon was a weave of high strength nano-fibers. She managed to blow off a replicant's head before escaping through the air ducts. I - um - she - got away since my Plasma Vulcan was in the shop at the time and all I had to work with was a Super Sledge."
"The Second time I ran into her, she didn't even pay attention to me and her rifle went off in my faceplate. But luck on my part - - um sir." E.D. #209 said, hoping that he had sufficiently covered his ass.
"This pest has caused a few deaths down here, certainly some damages. It is my belief that survivors should be given the benefit of their good fortune or whatever skill allowed them to do so. However, you're not exactly on the level of the Fallout Sector. Not yet. Not when the current man of your field in that position is FalloutJohn, and YOU KNOW what he's like. Caught in between fortune and a lack of demand, I would consider just allowing you to take command of a squad, but...you have ambition and drive, do you not, ED 209?"
"I - um - yessir." E.D. #209 responded hesitantly, hoping that FalloutJohn wasn't waiting on the other side of a hidden door somewhere waiting to be allowed to rip of E.D. #209's arms off and use them to beat their former owner to death with, "I - was hoping to make Fallout Sector."
Then again, the member of Fallout Sector were directly under Number One's eyes and E.D. #209 wasn't sure if he would like that so much but still, if there was one thing that the Enclave Heavy Weapon's Specialists were known for, it was leaping before they looked.
"If there is anything that I can do to expedite my application, sir, I'm your man." That went without saying since E.D. #209 would have done anything just to get away from Number One at that very moment since he remembered that it had been quite some time since he had gone Number Two.
"The Fallout Sector is allowed to operate on such levels that I do not often interfere with their actions. It has allowd me to delegate and run this base without much distraction. However, there is a growing need for soldiers who are more than capable, but will do exactly as I say when the time arises, no objections. Provided you do not misuse the equipment for anything petty, Enclave Heavy Weapons Specialist #209, you will be accorded into the Omega Squad program, which I have been working on with the time afforded to me by my acts of delegation. When the time is right, you shall be clad in silver and rain death upon the land."
Omega Squad? E.D. #209 had never heard of Omega Squad, even though there were some rumors about a new project running around and Silver? That was more like the BrotherPussy uniforms wasn't it? If there was something that E.D. #209 wasn't it was a Pussy.
"I - Thank you sir." E.D. #209 said waiting to be excused and thankfully run to the can where he would try to decide whether to Puke or Poop first. Of course, if he was being placed in Omega Squad, he didn't want to do it without his buddies #300 and #310, I mean they had a handshake and everything. Any there was another matter.
"I - was hoping that I could request two things. First I was hoping that Heavy Weapons Specialist #300 and #310 as well as Intelligence Officer #411 could be transferred into Omega Squad as well? They're awe- I mean they perform really well." E.D. #209 asked not waiting for an answer before he asked for his second favor, " Second, could I please use your bathroom?"
Waiting for an answer, E.D. #209 wondered if there were any other Enclave Units that felt the same way he did. Was there a special bathroom adjacent to Number One's office for Enclave Units to use?
"I will give it some consideration if they measure up. And as for the bathroom... That throne, like this one, is mine and mine alone. Dismissed."
E.D. #209 didn't need to be told twice as he double timed it out of the room, still wondering how it was that in an all metal room, his
*CLOMP CLOMP CLOMP* didn't echo back. Perhaps Number One had done some research into sound dampening materials or into noise cancellation technology or something of the sort. The door
SLAMMED shut behind E.D. #209, allowing him enough time to have gotten his ass out of there without being sliced into two #104.5s. Thankfully, someone had installed a unisex bathroom next to Number One's office, which unfortunately was only cleaned once per day, as E.D. #209 discovered much to his horror when he openned the door.
"You're not seriously considering using that can are you?" Asked a female voice from behind him, one that he recognized.
"I - no. No ma'am." E.D. #209 replied to #411, "How'd you know I was here?"
"I am in Enclave Intelligence for a reason, #209." #411 said as she leaned up against the wall of the corridor that lead up to Number One's office.
"Also, they did call for you over the intercom. Didn't you get my message?" #411 asked, not bothering to ask why #209 had seen Number One. The way he drooled over her at time, he'd spill the beans sooner rather than later.
"I - Yeah. I got it. You need some pipes cleaned?" #209 asked knowing that there weren't any pipes in #411's room.
"Shuttup. I need some help tracking Asset Lucy Black's movements and you're scheduled for patrol this week. I want you to keep an eye out for her and her friends. If they try anything funny, tell me and I'll make it worth your while." #411 said watching E.D. #209 think, which was obviously a difficult thing for the ape to accomplish.
"Why?"
"Because if there's one thing that'll help me get into Fallout Sector, it's offering up Lucy Black, her mother and the Enclave Underground on a silver platter." #411 responded before walking away, smiling beneath her helmet as she thought about being in the same Unit as the famed FalloutJack. Turning a corner, he wondered briefly if he remembered her.
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So, the situation with the Behemoth Mutants was largely wrapped up, was it not? Well, yes...and no. We now join up LIVE with Dr. Donald Q. (Stands for Mortimer) Bastion and the last Super Mutant Behemoth under his command, somewhere among hills and dirt and junked parts.
Bastion: Well, my Right Hand Test Subject, we seem to have given them the slip. Don't you worry, because with my magnificent Gene Machine, we can begin anew! And then, the world will be ours! BWA HA HA HA HA HA HA HAAA!!!
The Behemoth grinned as he put down the large Gene Machine and then, all of a sudden, there was was sort of a valcun-ammo-spewing sound as the mutant's face splorched all over the landscape. The doc was sorta' perplexed, but then these following words hit home as to the reason for his servant's face-combustion.
"Oh hey, it's Buckaroo Banzai."
At the top of one of the hills now was FalloutJohn with his Vindicator Prime chilling as the giant mutant fell over. The blue-eyed-and-highlighted powersuit regarded the doc in his usual deadpanned humor kind of way. He never liked mad scientists. He remembered splorching another scientist the same way some time ago.
FalloutJohn: The boss says that you can't have the world. You're not worthy of it, apparently. I don't know, or care.
He slid down the hill, punted the doc into his own machine, and proceeded to surround it with fuse wire and explosives. John loved explosions, having learned of the trade from the great FalloutEdgar Montrose, his predecessor. Seconds away from pressing the button on his remote detonator, though, he got a call.
FalloutJohn: Yello? Oh, hey there, Jack. No, I'm about done here. You want what? Why're we going out th- A couple gallons of blood? Yeah, I can manage. Why? Ohhh... Man, that's just freaky. Okay, man. Later.
John heads back over to his Stinger chopper that's over the hill, takes off, and parks it not too far from the Behemoth. Then, he gets the mutant's corpse between him and the copter. John throws a block of C4 [https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RMnWC06dzJY] at it, steps back, and DETONATES! This also explodes the Gene Machine, BTW. Same circuit. Still, the result is liquefied remains of mutant all over his helicopter, which he then gets back into to fly off. Why? Well, Jack wanted him to cover it that was for SOME reason...)
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Dr. Dr. Corvius Madux regained his senses once more to find that he had landed from...somewhere...TO somewhere. He was in an area with some hills some relative distance from where the Bethesda buildings had been. Something else had exploded in the vicinity, something toxic and glowing. From a distance, he would then hear...a yell. It was like a really butch-sounding roar of pain...and then a roar of anger...before he could see a good 30-foot-tall form with four arms and a body of bubbling flesh and muscle rise up from behind a hill...with a giant labcoat on. Giant labcoat?! What the buggery hell is that for? And then, he would hear it:
"THIS IS NOT THE END OF THE GREAT DONALD Q. BASTION, YOU BASTARDS!! EXCELSIOR!!"
And with that, the Uber-Mutant doctor and mad colleague of Dr. Dr. Corvius Madux began to lumber north, towards the Republic of Dave, currently annexed by the Enclave. Although, he seemed to be going right towards Old Onley too... And then...
THUMP!!
Something landed on top of his ice cream truck, and then a robot's head appeared upside-down from the roof.
Liberty Minor: You there! Follow that Commie!
Hoo boy...
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To his credit, preparation, and certainly the use of the people and resources of Rivet City, Frank had managed to surprise the Behemoths outside and begun to, in rapid order, start dealing out nasty damage to the temporarily-disoriented big mutants. They were recovering fast, though, especially the one with the larger-than-normal arm. Said Behemoth was William [https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9gyaVmFM5EI], who had an extra eye on his bigger arm with claws. He wasn't blinded, and he tried to slam the BoS man against the ship with one swipe! He seemed more resilent than the others, probably because he was one of those Duper Mutants that was later stabilized into a Behemoth and had lingering mutations and regenerations on his side. Beat this one, and Rivet City will be well on its way to freedom!
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Meanwhile, in the general area of Rivet City...there was something that Frank had a tendency to explode whenever he had a chance. What was it? Oh, nothing. Just a working vehicle. It was a black short bus, something borrowed for the pet project of a certain individual. It ambled along at a reasonable pace, heading from location to location for reasons largely known to the one occupant, recorded music playing from the speakers.
With every organization, there are those who follow them, for whatever reason. The Brotherhood of Steel has people who believe in their ways and people who don't. So too do the Enclave. Though there are a great many people who hate them for their past dealings, there was still the Enclave Scouts of America, earning their place in the new world which they hoped to create with their survival skills and technology. Amount them, there was this one, a blind girl who saw by using a pair of radar-sonar devices which can easily triangulate the positions of anything in range. For further information on how they work, see K-9 from
Doctor Who or ask your local cat. (If your cat tells you more than just the usual response of "Meow", contact your local psychiatrist.)
Constance was on a mission, but only she and her Scoutmaster knew what. She did it for the Enclave, though, and because she idolized one among the Enclave's numbers: Natsuki Manriki, daughter of the top Fallout Sector man, Cornelius Jack. Ah, but let's put aside such things for now. Something interesting was in range. Something more than just the shape and reverb of Rivet City, it seems. There was a fight going on! A number of large fleshy targets and one guy in armor, gotta be powered armor. Was it one of the Enclave out here, fighting things? There HAD been talk of a rogue scientist making Behemoths out this way!
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Meanwhile, the three fellows had reached the Republic of Dave, which of course was the place that David Davidson had taken over with his sniping and his cheekbones. If you're wondering what happened to Sam and Wayne... Well, Sam didn't really like it around there, so he decided to beat feet to some other territory. Pittsburgh was doing better these days, he heard. Wayne, naturally, took up the offer to work with the 'clave to get his leg fixed and all. He was taken out of there in a vertibird when David got the news: Something big and mutated was heading for the base...
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Well, following Crawver's altercation with the Cult of the Great Wet Ones, the ghouls in robes around the Dunwich Building began to pray hard as they sent the glowing Red Guy into the building among the many ferals. He made his way to the bottom, where the unholy obelisk stood whispering ancient names. The cultists were annoyed by the sudden lack of tubes as well, which means that both Abe and Crawver may now be in alot of trouble. As the Red Guy - greatly-empowered Glowing One as he was - held onto the obelisk, his energies transferred into the thing and he himself...disintegrated. Thus imbued with his energy, a ray of energy shot straight through the roof and amassed a great and ever-expanding stormcloud.
"O Child of our Mighty Lord, Traveler from Beyond Time and Space, we - your loyal servants - open the way for you to return to the material land! Break it open! Break open the all-gate! Break free of the All-In-One and walk upon the land! Our sacrifice is made! Our loyalty is unwavering! Our desire for vengeance is ever-growing! Turn your wrath upon he who has deceived and made light of us!"
The cloud that formed was starting to form eyes, big and black like obsidian. It began to rain... And when it did, there would be a bolt of lightning from behind Dr. Crawver and Abe. And upon looking, they would see that something had materialized there out of nowhere, with only a smelly sea-funk to accompany it. Just then, the were being chased by Crawver Senior, the wild Walrex!
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Evan: Oh crap oh crap oh crap...
He had almost not believed what he had seen. Evan eas affected in two ways there. First, holy shit that raider was only playing dead and shot Hayes. Then, oh no, not another flashback! He watched a druggy-man go over and kill the raider harshly, ignoring all pain or possible disablement. It took the BoS Scribe a moment to get his head again, since he kept thinking about his time in the drug-vault. He checked over the prone man, breaking out his supplies to stabilize him. However...
Evan: He needs the medical wing over at the Citadel. You take him in his car. I'll clear the way ahead, okay?
They weren't gonna lose a guy they just met like this. Not after William...
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With the situation diffused between Larry and Rose's Thorns, he could at last get to work on his personal projects and job out here. Larry first asked for the assistance of the local souped-up Mr. Handy, Wadsworth, who was caretaker to the kid they all called the 'Lone Wanderer'. Sounded like Tim Curry for some reason.
Wadsworth: Of course, I can, sir. I'm sure the master has some of those lying in his room somewhere.
He came back with a locker. Apparently, he'd put that chainsaw to good use, because this locker contained a great many of the things he needed! Hot damn! However, anything that might be a good chewtoy for the puppies was to be removed.
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And now, we take you to the OUTSIDE of Megaton, where we have a youth armed with explosives and other such, out and on his way to find his place out in the Capital Wastelands. His name is Charlie Cannon and the first place that he did find was that of Megaton. And the first humans he laid eyes upon outside of said town were a bit...strange. One was the weirdly-staring, rapidly-glitching-and-contorting "Howdy" fella. The other was an aged man with a hunting rifle, who answered Mr. Howdy thusly...
"Greetings, friend! It is I, Herbert "Daring" Dashwood! Are you a resident of this town? Are there any places to stay the night?"
"Howdy."
Dashwood: Err...are you alright? Only, you seem a bit pale.
"Howdy."
Dashwood: Or maybe too much sun...
The glitch-man was dangerous, though, born of a strange room where nothing lines up and the walls can be phased through...
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The proposal given to Sarah by Danielle was distasteful, but she had an aggravatingly good point. The Enclave were a serious threat here, growing in power daily. They still hadn't tracked down the guy who made off with the GNR satellite dish. However, while some of those options were good, two of them seemed damn near impossible. The Outcasts? Talon Company? Outcasts hated their guts, of course, and Talon Company was a 'highest bidder' kind of deal. They knew that the Enclave was cranking out new, even
pristine weaponry. If they paid the Talons in armaments, the bastards would be eating out of the black suits' hands. Sarah wasn't the least bit confident in those angles. However, things were getting ugly out here. And then...
-This is Scout A-7! We've got aircraft north of the Citadel, due east! It's those Enclave choppers the big shots use! Looks like three of them and they're uhhh... What the hell? They're all covered with blood! What the hell?!-
Sarah facepalmed. Those assholes were up to something.
Sarah: Danielle, take a couple men and start talking to these people to gain their support. It's not a bad idea, though I anticipate problems. Marlon, I'd like to ask that you accompany her. Where negotiation fails, you might talk business with 'em. Dismissed.
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Nicole was on her way on the to-and-from. To and from what? Well, form the last place she had a good time and towards the next. The pattern and destination were known to her only. However, for the MOMENT, she had been planning to look into getting supplies from the Super Duper Mart...except that there was an issue. There were alot of men out here, all of them armed with guns, torches, and pitchforks. Now, maybe it was some bad hooch in her system, but did it seem like all of these guys were exactly the same, including the one on top of the store that was shouting to the rest?
"GARY! Gary Gary Gary-Gary, GARY GARY! Gary! Gary-GARY!"
Oh, dear fucking god, it's the Gary clone rendition of the William Wallace speech from Braveheart! Looks like they were off to go pick a fight or something!
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Number One was in his room, dealing with something or other, when he got on the radio.
"Has Asset Black's band of base-damaging rowdies had a chance to gear up for their mission?"
-Ah, yes sir. I believe they all have.-
"Good. Show them the door now, please. We have clean-up like you wouldn't believe."
-Very well, sir.-
And so, a fair few Heavy Troopers and Replicants came to escort Lucy, Sylph, Johnny, Beryl, AND William out to a vertibird, which would be taken out of one of their vertical shafts for vehicles outta' here. You're probably wondering about William Knight about now. He was out of his armor and NOT the guy who owned it in the first place. Well...those guys didn't even care. They were told to get Asset Black's civvie-crew the hell out and onto their assignment. On the way, they would be informed that the target was Vault 124, which was suppose to have a state-of-the-art super computer security system that was nor working properly. Of course, once they were out, they were FREE!
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Alice had gone a long way. This was not the Enclave Underground's Alice Errol. This was a different Alice. This was Alice - supposedly - of NCR Ranger material. She had wandered through Legion land, fortunate enough to use the distraction of a cyborg army making its way west to get here in the east, even more east than Fort Knox, which seemed uhhh...quite a bit fortified from a distance. Alice had her reasons for being in the area. What she might not expect was a vertibird coming in and dropping off a load of civvies - Lucy, Johnny, Slyph, Beryl, and William - into the area for some reason. Also, a strange occurrance: There was a Mysterious Stranger in the area, a sort of wide-brim-hat cowboy type...who was not Alice, yet seemed to have chosen a similar attire...with a sniper rifle and good traveling clothes. That one was on another hill. Seemed like strangers was the big thing today. For reference, the Mysterious Stranger had seen the people of the vertibird, and the vertibird people would see both the Stranger and Alice if they just looked around. The Strange had not noticed Alice just yet.
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And now, with that all in mind, let's just check and see...what that business with the choppers was. You have three jet-assisted copters, made for destruction instead of troop transport, generally flown by the more important figures of the Enclave. They must be up to something BIG, right? Well, yes. That's precisely it. Knowing full-well that the California area had some sort of provisional government and army installed, the vessel instead went its way under Africa to begin crossing the Atlantic Ocean, until it was almost all the way to the former United States of America on its East Coast. How close? Perhaps only a hundred miles. The vessel is made for war, a battleship with cannons, machine guns, and a crew...of red Glowing Ones. That's right. Red Ghoul China was already making its move. However, they had been discovered from orbit. Right now, a ghoul captain and his first officer look out at the three curious aircraft.
First Officer: Wǒ kàn dào yǒusān, biānduì fēixíng.
Captain: Tāmen shì shuí?
First Officer: Wǒ bù zhīdào, dàn yǒu yīxiē duì tāmen de- Xiānshēng! Zhèxiē jīqì dōu mǎn shēn shì xuè!
Captain: Shénme?!
The two of them looked and saw through binoculars that, yes, the Stingers were covered in blood! Robotic tails coiled downwards and the vulcan cannons spun along with mounted miniguns to get ready to take on the large ship as they spread out!
Heavy ordinance fired into the sides and the deck of the boat as its cannon complement turned to aim and fire at the flying vehicles. Ghouls quickly manned the machine guns as missles flew down at them. Explosions are everywhere and red bolts of radioactive energy are flying off of the ghouls at the enemy. Right now, it was that of Jack, Bob, and John against an entire Chinese warship! Place your bets, folks! THE WAR IS ON!!
