Nukeknockout
Rusty Hinge
Music #1:
Loudspeaker: Incoming Hawai'i'an nuclear missiles. T-5 minutes to detonation.
Aung: "Well, that's it then. I guess we're..."
Kizzie: "Should I send the counter-launch order, Dictator?"
Aung: "No. This is a game where the only way to win is not to play at all. We've lost, but we have our honor. We're not going to kill millions of Hawai'i'an civilians, even though they're killing all that we are, unilaterally consigning us to the void for the simple crime of having a different opinion."
Kizzie: "As you wish, Dictator. There's something you should know, given that we have less than five minutes to live."
Aung: "Yes, Secretary?"
Kizzie: "I am Tassadar. I have been observing and helping Korea for my entire life, watching over it."
Aung: "I see...so you were the one who's been leaving me all these notes, who killed Kysu Haize."
Kizzie: "Yes. Do with me what you will."
Aung: "It doesn't matter anymore. I forgive you." Even as she said it, Aung knew it wasn't true.
Kizzie: "Then let us hold each other in the face of Hawai'i's hatred, as was the custom of our people during the Cataclysm."
Aung: "Just tell me one thing, Tassadar...could you have stopped this? Did we ever have a chance?"
Kizzie: In the seconds before answering, Kizzie thought. Reviewed all that had happened between Hawai'i and Korea. Remembered the threats, remembered everything. Clarity came to her as she searched her ancient memories. Finally, she found an answer. It wasn't the answer the Dictator - Aung - would want to hear, but as Kizzie strained to lie, she remembered something she had forgotten. As she couldn't have lied to that boy and told him she loved him at 21, she couldn't bring herself to lie to the Dictator at 152. "No."
Narrator: "And so the two rulers of Korea, the most powerful women on earth, held each other & wept."
T-4 Minutes to detonation.
Music #2:
In the city of Seoul...
T-3 Minutes to detonation.
A woman stood outside the Old Church to the New God. She cried softly while her best friend, a young man, held her to him.
A mother gathered her children to her as she waited for the end.
In the city airbase, a flight crew took one last picture together, holding hands in front of their plane. Most wept openly.
A mighty Battlecruiser, settled in to the city wharf, raised its guns one last time and fired in salute to its country. A country soon to pass away. On board, the captain and officers shared the vodka they were not supposed to have with each other.
T-2 Minutes to detonation.
Pyongyang Sung herded a small collection of farmers into the complex under the DMZ. It was crawling with mutants, but maybe some of them would survive. Maybe enough... There wasn't enough space or supplies for everyone, so only forty-three went with him.
Off the coast of Japan, a fishing boat crew wept for their country, and for all of humanity.
At Tokyo International Airport, a military transport battalion of Kysu Bombers hastily took off, loaded with a collection of citizens, aiming to be far enough out to sea to escape the bombs, and then make it to Oz despite their half-full fuel tanks. Most of the aircraft crew remained at the field, to squeeze more civilians on board.
In the Japanese countryside, an old couple held each other closely, wishing their last sensation to be that of love.
An air superiority unit above Nagasaki diverted its course at order, and began to make for Vietnam. As the crew left the country they could not save, they felt their hearts slowly tear.
Naval Squadron PDZ-92, located at the extreme northern edge of the Sea of Japan Exclusion Zone, rushed north with their three Battlecruisers. Though they would have to sail through Hawai'i'an territory, maybe Vladivostok would grant them refuge.
T-1 Minute to detonation.
SDIX-1 circled 23KM above Seoul. The squadron of four modified Kysu bombers was an experimental unit designed to shoot down nuclear warheads. With their 3x3x23mm guns & bomb bays replaced with 4x1x122mm guns & a sophisticated ICBM hacking system, they would defend Seoul to the end. Even to the point of ramming incoming missiles. But they couldn't win.
Narrator: "And so they stand, a nation linked with arms, in defiance of the Armageddon they cannot stop. Perhaps the world will learn from the Cataclysm relived today, but I think not. War never changes, and neither will humanity. Not until the end."
Detonation Confirmed.
-Nukeknockout
Spoiler :
Loudspeaker: Incoming Hawai'i'an nuclear missiles. T-5 minutes to detonation.
Aung: "Well, that's it then. I guess we're..."
Kizzie: "Should I send the counter-launch order, Dictator?"
Aung: "No. This is a game where the only way to win is not to play at all. We've lost, but we have our honor. We're not going to kill millions of Hawai'i'an civilians, even though they're killing all that we are, unilaterally consigning us to the void for the simple crime of having a different opinion."
Kizzie: "As you wish, Dictator. There's something you should know, given that we have less than five minutes to live."
Aung: "Yes, Secretary?"
Kizzie: "I am Tassadar. I have been observing and helping Korea for my entire life, watching over it."
Aung: "I see...so you were the one who's been leaving me all these notes, who killed Kysu Haize."
Kizzie: "Yes. Do with me what you will."
Aung: "It doesn't matter anymore. I forgive you." Even as she said it, Aung knew it wasn't true.
Kizzie: "Then let us hold each other in the face of Hawai'i's hatred, as was the custom of our people during the Cataclysm."
Aung: "Just tell me one thing, Tassadar...could you have stopped this? Did we ever have a chance?"
Kizzie: In the seconds before answering, Kizzie thought. Reviewed all that had happened between Hawai'i and Korea. Remembered the threats, remembered everything. Clarity came to her as she searched her ancient memories. Finally, she found an answer. It wasn't the answer the Dictator - Aung - would want to hear, but as Kizzie strained to lie, she remembered something she had forgotten. As she couldn't have lied to that boy and told him she loved him at 21, she couldn't bring herself to lie to the Dictator at 152. "No."
Narrator: "And so the two rulers of Korea, the most powerful women on earth, held each other & wept."
T-4 Minutes to detonation.
Music #2:
Spoiler :
In the city of Seoul...
T-3 Minutes to detonation.
A woman stood outside the Old Church to the New God. She cried softly while her best friend, a young man, held her to him.
A mother gathered her children to her as she waited for the end.
In the city airbase, a flight crew took one last picture together, holding hands in front of their plane. Most wept openly.
A mighty Battlecruiser, settled in to the city wharf, raised its guns one last time and fired in salute to its country. A country soon to pass away. On board, the captain and officers shared the vodka they were not supposed to have with each other.
T-2 Minutes to detonation.
Pyongyang Sung herded a small collection of farmers into the complex under the DMZ. It was crawling with mutants, but maybe some of them would survive. Maybe enough... There wasn't enough space or supplies for everyone, so only forty-three went with him.
Off the coast of Japan, a fishing boat crew wept for their country, and for all of humanity.
At Tokyo International Airport, a military transport battalion of Kysu Bombers hastily took off, loaded with a collection of citizens, aiming to be far enough out to sea to escape the bombs, and then make it to Oz despite their half-full fuel tanks. Most of the aircraft crew remained at the field, to squeeze more civilians on board.
In the Japanese countryside, an old couple held each other closely, wishing their last sensation to be that of love.
An air superiority unit above Nagasaki diverted its course at order, and began to make for Vietnam. As the crew left the country they could not save, they felt their hearts slowly tear.
Naval Squadron PDZ-92, located at the extreme northern edge of the Sea of Japan Exclusion Zone, rushed north with their three Battlecruisers. Though they would have to sail through Hawai'i'an territory, maybe Vladivostok would grant them refuge.
T-1 Minute to detonation.
SDIX-1 circled 23KM above Seoul. The squadron of four modified Kysu bombers was an experimental unit designed to shoot down nuclear warheads. With their 3x3x23mm guns & bomb bays replaced with 4x1x122mm guns & a sophisticated ICBM hacking system, they would defend Seoul to the end. Even to the point of ramming incoming missiles. But they couldn't win.
Narrator: "And so they stand, a nation linked with arms, in defiance of the Armageddon they cannot stop. Perhaps the world will learn from the Cataclysm relived today, but I think not. War never changes, and neither will humanity. Not until the end."
Detonation Confirmed.
-Nukeknockout
I'll be taking over Vladivostok should Korea be annihilated. PDZ-92 conveniently carries Foreign Minister Tochiro on board, so we will see what happens.
