__ Zero Hour __
Location...Saint Kristina, Follomer.
Population...784,266.
Locating Chancellery Building...
Located.
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Isolating H.V.I. Position...
H.V.I. Located Third Floor, West Wing.
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Continuing Overwatch Protocol...
Chancellor Archean: Gentlemen we may have very little precious time. Are our defenses in place?
Brig. General Vauban: Yes sir. Our AeroTrack grid has the airspace in and around both Follomer and Virgin Shores covered. Nothing can get past it without us knowing about it.
Chancellor Archean: Good, good. We dragged Virgin Shores into this, I want to make sure they will be protected.
Brig. General Vauban: Don't worry sir, we already have several Infantry and Armor Divisions settling in as well as the 1st and 3rd Fleets. And as you wanted, the 2nd Fleet is at anchor just off the coast of the city.
Tristan sighed, staring at the conference table.
Chancellor Archean: I honest to Goddess hoped it wouldn't come to this. But this world is too damaged, and the rest of it won't listen to us. And it's not like the new Orbital Defense Array helped, now they believe we'll wipe them off the face of the Earth if they don't, 'bow down'. We're not like that! I'm not a Dictator!
Brig. General Vauban: Permission to speak freely sir?
Tristan nodded and rubbed his forehead. Vauban stood up straight, clasped his hands behind his back and looked over at the Chancellor with a strong, resolute gaze.
Brig. General Vauban: I believe you're doing the right thing. It may be considered, extreme, a little. But the state of the world is extreme. The steps you've been taking are admirable to the defense of this country, and for the well-being of the rest of the world.
Chancellor Archean: I appreciate your praise General, however forgive me for my lack of enthusiasm about it. I fear...something, is going to go horribly wrong.
The doors to the room suddenly swung open, with Commander Trellian and two Home-guard soldiers behind him, standing ready at the door way.
Commander Trellian: Tristan, we need to go. Something's come up.
Chancellor Archean: Trell?
Commander Trellian: I'll explain on the way but we need to move, NOW.
Tristan and the General exchanged looks as the both of them headed out of the room. The Soldiers seemed on edge, their rifles in hand. They we're just heading outside when the first explosions were heard in the distance.
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8 Minutes Earlier
The Office of Military Intelligence Building,
Downtown Saint Kristina
PFC. Esson: You're full of crap Don.
PFC. Don: Keep saying that.
PFC. Esson: I mean really, when was Follomer EVER invaded. And the war with the FLF doesn't count. They we're terrorists.
PFC. Don: The term used was 'Para-Military', and even if they didn't count, it could still happen.
PFC. Esson: You play too many Call of Duty games. Besides, that's what we're here for. To make sure Invasions don't happen. Now can you double check your L.R.R.?
PFC. Don: What about it?
PFC. Esson: Mine's all funked up. It's telling me it reads multiple contacts, but the blips keep blinking in and out. Glitch maybe?
PFC. Don: No, no I'm getting the same. I'm getting about 30 plus bogeys approaching...from the West?
PFC. Esson: I'm seeing West also, but they aren't solid.
The two tried to figure out what they were seeing when they were contacted from off-site.
Godder AFB: OMI Control, this is Godder, I need confirmation of a faulty radar signature of about 30 plus contacts heading right to you. Please verify?
PFC. Don: Godder standby.
Then the Comm exploded with chatter.
F.N.S. Connors: OMI Control! 2nd Fleet is under fire from hostile Air! Repeat we are under attack!
PFC. Esson: Holy crap.. We gotta get a warning out!
Private Don then opened a Comm with every Military Installation near the coast.
PFC. Don: All stations be advised! Long Range Radar has been jammed! Hostile Air forces are incoming, say again, Follomer is under attack!
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