Apparently I am in an unusually write-ey mood, so have an omake!
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Within hours, General Potter reports that all military assets have been brought to DEFCON 2 level readiness, while an uncharacteristically serious Tyler reports that all senior officials have acknowledged COGCON 2 and are prepared for dispersal to hardened shelter sites. As a standard security measure, the actual site assignments will be randomly generated and transmitted when the enemy dropships reach the eight-hour mark. Both of the Triton class submarines have been recalled to port for immediate resupply, preparatory for acting in their secondary design role of long-duration mobile national command posts.
Public emergency shelters are being brought online, supply stocks verified, and vital infrastructure carefully locked down. Official evacuations won't begin until the two-day line, but handfuls of citizens nonetheless begin arriving at the shelters shortly after the Queen's address to the nation; none are turned away, and those who are fit are quickly organized to help.
It is, one newscaster comments, simultaneously heartwarming and frightening to see an entire world fall silent and brace itself.
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The heavily loaded submarines set sail at the one-day mark. On the bridge of one, the Queen stares at the incongrously bright, sunny sky for the last time in a long time, and wishes Willis were here to blame instead of on board the other submarine.
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The ASFs launch at the two-hour mark, fusion torches glowing star-bright and sonic booms rattling empty buildings and streets. They vault into the air, wheeling in formation, and await their final intercept vectors and commands.
Below them, the shelters seal and lock their doors.
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War has come to Griffin's Roost.
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Within hours, General Potter reports that all military assets have been brought to DEFCON 2 level readiness, while an uncharacteristically serious Tyler reports that all senior officials have acknowledged COGCON 2 and are prepared for dispersal to hardened shelter sites. As a standard security measure, the actual site assignments will be randomly generated and transmitted when the enemy dropships reach the eight-hour mark. Both of the Triton class submarines have been recalled to port for immediate resupply, preparatory for acting in their secondary design role of long-duration mobile national command posts.
Public emergency shelters are being brought online, supply stocks verified, and vital infrastructure carefully locked down. Official evacuations won't begin until the two-day line, but handfuls of citizens nonetheless begin arriving at the shelters shortly after the Queen's address to the nation; none are turned away, and those who are fit are quickly organized to help.
It is, one newscaster comments, simultaneously heartwarming and frightening to see an entire world fall silent and brace itself.
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The heavily loaded submarines set sail at the one-day mark. On the bridge of one, the Queen stares at the incongrously bright, sunny sky for the last time in a long time, and wishes Willis were here to blame instead of on board the other submarine.
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The ASFs launch at the two-hour mark, fusion torches glowing star-bright and sonic booms rattling empty buildings and streets. They vault into the air, wheeling in formation, and await their final intercept vectors and commands.
Below them, the shelters seal and lock their doors.
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War has come to Griffin's Roost.
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