The sun just rose above the warehouse roof, illuminating the concrete floor between it, a hangar and the docks in the Kure Naval Arsenal. A small military vessel was afloat, painted in grey. With a thick full, only two groups of missile-launcher tubes could be seen that would result unusual in an ordinary Coast Guard boat. If one could look under the deck, one would find a nearly-empty powder keg, with capability for up to a hundred missiles of different sizes, but housing only ten. Two gunmen were sitting by the control board of the missile launchers, with a radio on a preset frequency.
In the middle of the concrete esplanade, a few hundred square yards large, two sheets covered a cart and a table. By it, stood a nervous man wearing a lab coat and a calmed man in a suit. The suited man looked at his watch; it was 5:46 AM. The esplanade was still mostly covered in shadows, but as they waited the sun reached their eyes. Still waiting, their mouths were illuminated when they heard the sound of screeching tyres in the warehouse. A minute later, the Grand Admiral of the Japanese Imperial Navy stepped onto the esplanade along a navy weapons expert and a reputed naval officer who had obtained many victories at the wheel of a missile boat. The three of them wore a navy uniform, with the Grand Admiral displaying by far the most awards and decorations, his chest covered by them. Him being a short man this is nevertheless a remarkable feat. The captain had quite less decorations, but a few awards hanging from the jacket made it visible who was truly the most experienced one. The expert, ranked sergeant, wore only a handful of decorations. The three of them stepped forward until the sunrays started heating the back of their head. By now, the tip of the sheets had been reached by sunlight. The men who had been waiting bowed.
“Hai, Takeshi-sama, Akeshi-san and Eguchi-san.” The other men bowed, although not the Grand Admiral.
“Hai, Yabushi-san, hai, Nabuyo-san.” Everyone stood up again, although Yabushi and Nabuyo could hardly see due to their position, staring at the sun. Nabuyo stepped forward and to the side, at reach of the sheet on the cart and not anymore directly looking at the sun. He pulled the sheet, and as sunlight reflected on the object, everyone was momentarily blinded. The suited man could stand it no more and put his sunglasses on. One by one, the rest did the same, so that they could see that what the sheet had been covering: a short missile with eight fins displayed in two x-shaped quartets. Grand Admiral Takeshi spoke:
“Hai Nabuyo-san, what do you have for us?”
“Takeshi-sama, this is the new X2-8-1 rocket. Commissioned by the Shimazu bakufu barely a year ago, this project is aimed to improve the current X2-4-1 missiles currently used by the Imperial Navy. This missile includes a more sophisticated hardware and software, which allows for it to be remotely directed, with certain limitations.
“A great innovation is that it can identify the point where an object touches the surface its standing on, so that it can be auto-set to hit enemy vessels just under the flotation line. This was specifically thought for some of the oldest boats, which cannot be converted to include the target screen for this model. The rocket itself does not suppose a huge improvement in firepower, but an added termite charge to the warhead allows it to better pierce armor.
“Theoretically, the rocket can be used both to strike enemy ships and land targets, at a relatively short range. But such an armour-piercing warhead is not adequate for shooting bunkers or enemy positions. Its best use would obviously be the destruction of tanks, but it would be a waste of such a costly weapon. Instead, we have developed three different warheads for the rocket.” Nabuyo pulled the sheet on the table, uncovering what looked like the top part of the rocket, but each having a different colour.
“Impressive, Nabuyo-san, that was not included in your contract.” Takeshi looked genuinely impressed.
“The warheads are colour-coded. Blue for armour-piercing, red for bunker-busting and yellow for a cluster bomb. Although the size of the warhead normally would not be enough to destroy thick concrete fortifications, its precision allows to hit weak spots to effectively achieve a similar level of damage than a projectile specifically designed for that purpose. The cluster bomb warhead is obviously for bombarding of large and thinly-spread enemy infantry formations.” Nabuto-san looked proud of his creation.
“Can we see a test, Yabushi-san? If this is successful, the Mitsubishi keiretsu may sign a few more contracts with the Imperial navy...” The suited man smiled and talked through a radio he had been holding all along. The gunmen in the ship pushed a big red button, and a red warhead rocket was launched from one of the launchers. They quickly put a yellow warhead in the tube.
Out in the sea there was an old and outdated destroyer. It had been anchored for target practice in this precise test. The rocket had been previously set to hit a certain set of coordinates belonging to the ship’s position, and set to hit it below flotation level. It rapidly approached the ship and, only a few meters before impact, it submerged. The explosion was heard from more than two miles away, and it could even be seen from the esplanade. In a matter of minutes, the ship disappeared under the waves.
“In the previous months we set up a bunker and filled a hillside with dummies in a military area besides the coast, in order to test the other warheads.” Meanwhile, the gunmen set the yellow warhead to explode 50 metres away from the dummies.
“Shoot them”. The gunmen shot both rocket launchers, and both rockets hit their intended targets. The bunker was destroyed and less than 25% of the dummies stood up after they took the hit.
“Nabuyo-san! Yabushi-san! Here is the contract for 6,000 rockets and 7,500 warheads. Akeshi-san! Ebuchi-san! I want these installed in every Japanese ship before three months have passed.”