Ranma 1/2 Fan Fiction / Crossover Fan Fiction / Utawarerumono Fan Fiction ❯ No Turning Back ❯ Prologue 3: Hawks and Doves ( Chapter 2 )
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Anime/Manga: Ranma 1/2 Fan Fiction / Crossover Fan Fiction / Utawarerumono Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Adventure / Hentai / Fantasy / Post-apocalyptic / Sci-fi | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 08.10.2008 | Updated On: 08.17.2008 | Pages: 9 | Words: 5.2K | Visits: 3.5K | Status: Work In Progress
No Turning Back
A Pokewomen Universe Story
by Shade
Porn with Plot Warning.
Copyrighted character use warning.
Ignoring what a lot of other people wrote warning.
Warning about warning warning warning.
"Man is his own worst enemy."
-Cicero
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Prologue: Hawks and Doves
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'...The Death Toll across the nation is estimated at over 750,000-'
*Click*
'...The Dow fell over 3,000 points today before trading was called to a halt by the SEC-'
*Click*
'...Worst Military Disaster in US history-'
*Click*
'...Over 143,000 US troops in Iraq are presumed dead after an attack by the notorious terrorist
Dr. Sukebe destroyed the Green Zone and other major US fortifications. Angry mobs of Iraqis
swarmed over retreating Coalition forces before they could be evacuated over the border-'
*Click*
'...Iran's citizens danced in the streets after the announcement that virtually
all US forces in the Persian Gulf were annihilated by terrorist attacks-'
*Click*
'...Oil hit a record $700 a barrel today. Concerns about further supply disruptions have economists predicting
the first Global Depression since 1929-'
*Click*
'...Next on FOX News. Liberals, Great Big Traitors or Greatest Traitors against America? But first-'
*Click*
'...confirmed that the creatures appear to look like naked young women. The American League of Decency has
filed a complaint against all broadcast media that witnessed the attacks, citing that any showing of nude
females is sinful and a violation of airtime standards-'
*Click*
'...Former Homeland Security Secretary Michael Jerkoff was lynched by a crowd of angry citizens after allegedly
telling them to employ duct tape to secure their homes from the creatures. Local law enforcement at the scene
reportedly provided the rope and helped to tie the knot-'
*Click*
'...has imposed a media blackout as the trail of devastation stretches from Arizona through West Virgina.
Stretched National Guard units have been evacuating citizens in a two hundred mile radius as the unknown
source of the destruction continues to advance-'
*Click*
'-Confirmed sightings of unknown creatures around the world from Berlin to Australia. They are believed to
be the creations of the notorious bio-terrorist, Dr Sukebe. A worldwide manhunt has ensued for
the alleged mastermind-'
*Click*
'...In other news, hospitals across the world are reporting strange readings on thousands of ultrasounds
of developing fetuses. No link between race or age has been determined among the pregnant women. Doctors
continue to be puzzled by this sudden development and many are speculating that it is related in some way
to the recent attack by Dr. Sukebe, who was a internationally renowned scientist before his descent into
murderous terrorism-'
*Click*
"Dude, just turn it off already. That shit is just depressingly painful."
"Life is pain. Anyone who says differently is selling something."
"Damn, we really must be in deep shit if you're going all movie buff on me."
"The government's declared Martial Law, F-16s are screaming over the city's airspace like an angry hornet's nest
and they've just told us not to panic because the authorities have everything under control. What do you think?"
"That we should run away?"
"Too late for that. Every road out is jammed with the traffic. I'll bet the docks and airports are even worse."
"Greg, you are always a shining beacon of optimism."
"I knew there would be days like this. I just didn't think they'd come so damn soon. I haven't even started to
pay off my loans yet!"
"What about that gizmo you were working on? I mean, maybe it really did come from Jesus."
"It was JS, not Jesus. Don't go all Fundie on me now."
"Whatever. Well? At least tell me my iPod didn't give its life in vain."
"..."
"Greg, level with me."
"I dunno. Seriously, I could follow the diagrams to put it together, but whoever designed it
was either a genius or completely bonkers."
"And? What does it do?"
"Remember Ghostbusters? Something like that."
"We ain't afraid of no ghosts! So pack or trap?"
"I'm hoping trap."
"Well there you go then. How bad could it be?"
"Don't cross the streams."
"...oh."
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The recon plane flew over the gridlocked roads as men, women and children abandoned cars, trucks and vans
to flee on foot with whatever the could carry towards the hope of safety in the city. It passed over broken
plains where clumps of trees stuck out here and there.
And then it was finally able to see *them*.
Tens of thousands of nubile bodies in irregular clusters that stretched out for miles. Every color of the spectrum
was on display down there and it was with an effort that the men doing the surveillance swallowed their
drool instead of panting like dogs in heat.
It was a living sea of T & A.
Large and small, short and long haired, some moving like centauroids, others sliding along like snakes,
they advanced at a steady pace that seemed to devour the distance like a champion diner at an all you can eat buffet.
They were going to hit the first defense lines sooner then expected.
"Pull us back a bit, but keep us near the front of the main advance. Headquarters is going to want us
to keep a close eye on them."
The pilot nodded back.
The plane began to swing around in a wide arc towards the direction it had come from.
The crew took few precautions, confident in the air superiority of their craft
over the exotic but still land bound creatures below. They could see no guns, no missiles,
no visible threat to a machine that was miles overhead.
It was an assumption rooted in history and common sense.
It was also a fatal mistake.
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General David Petridish looked grimly at the situation map. Around him the rest of the hastily erected
headquarters was a madhouse of men and equipment as orders were relayed and reports streamed in.
For the first time in almost two hundred years the American military was about to fight on its home turf
against an enemy that, if the initial estimates were correct, actually outnumbered them over ten to one.
David stared at the colorful icons as if by sheer will he could change them into something more in his favor.
His forces were heavily understrength in terms of armor and artillery thanks in no small part to the sudden
destruction of so many critical nodal bases across the nation when the invasion had first begun. Most of the
Air Force's Raptors had been written off as well, few of the advanced planes had been in places where the monsters
had not attacked. That left him with mostly older jets and gunships as well as attack helicopters for air support.
The Marines and Army Reserves had been positioned as the tip of the spear for the battle. He hated having to rely
on simple infantry for so much, but right now they were his most abundant resource and he had to use what was available.
But Petridish still had the means to fight a conventional battle
by the book and by God that was exactly what they were going to do.
The general looked up at the waiting men.
"Instruct Alpha, Bravo and Charlie Squadrons to commence bombing runs.
After they've softened up the enemy for a bit, the troops will advance."
"Yes Sir!"
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"This is Viper One to all Viper Units. Authorization for strike confirmed.
We are going Weapons Hot. I repeat, All Weapons Hot."
The A-10 Thunderbolts were big and ugly fighters intended for close air support of friendly troops.
They were designed to demolish slow and hardened ground targets with their heavy gatling cannon,
bombs and missiles. Their heavy armor allowed them to soak up enormous amounts of punishment
and multiple redundant systems had been built into them to allow even a heavily damaged Thunderbolt
to survive long enough to get back to base.
They seemed ideally suited to the role they had been assigned in the battle.
The enemy was relatively slow compared to modern vehicles. Though they seemed to be resistant to small arms fire,
several thousand rounds of depleted uranium would certainly ruin their day. It would be just like going fishing
with dynamite. Because everyone knew that although the creatures might resemble human women, they were only
dumb genetically mutated animal clones or something that the mad scientist Sukebe had designed.
The only thing they had to worry about was running out of ammo before the show was over.
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Sergeant Ted Colon studied the field of battle through his binoculars.
There were a jolly well lot of the buggers out there.
Besides the rather pear-shaped non-com, Corporal Jobby Nobbs turned and spat with the ease of someone
who had dedicated their life to refining bodily expressions into an art form. Though exactly what kind
of art that was supposed to be was still unknown.
"Bleeding big boobies out there, Fred."
The sergeant lowered his field glasses and turned with a frown to his companion. However this only intensified
the expression on his face to a grimace as the sight of a Nobbs in uniform tended to make most rational people
come to the conclusion that either a) they'd been drinking too much or b) they hadn't drunk enough yet.
"How many times do I have to tell you, Knobby? It's Ted! Ted. Not Fred."
"Right, Sarge. And it's Jobby, Sarge."
"Well, the thing is, Nobbs, we're up here all nice and fortified right?
And they're down there all out in the open for the big bombs to drop down
on their heads."
"Doesn't seem quite right though. Attacking women, I mean."
Colon rolled his eyes. Nobbs was one of the newer generation of recruits. Though it had taken three independent
DNA tests to qualify Corporal Jobby as part of it. They lacked the spine (and perhaps in the case of Nobbs,
the opposable thumbs) to wave the flag proudly as they taught bloody Charlie a thing or two.
"That's because you don't understand things, Knobby."
"Jobby, Sarge."
"Whatever. Now look, the point is that these are not respectable women. They make look like naked women-"
"With really huge gazongas!"
"-naked women, but they are in fact not women. Do you understand, Corporal?"
"Not really, Fred."
"Ted! And that's Sergeant to you," the senior non-com barked.
"Right Sarge."
"Now where was I?"
"Them not being women, Sarge. Even though they got wide round-"
Ted hastily interrupted the young and technically speaking if one went by number of appendages on display, man,
before he could display any more visually descriptive enthusiasm.
"Right! Right!! The *point* is, is that's why you and I are out here on the battlefield and the officers
in charge are nice and safe back at HQ. They know things, you see."
"They do?"
This same as a complete surprise to Corporal Nobbs. In his experience the fancy pants commissioned people
at the top didn't seem to know anything, especially when they were being grilled by Congress.
He'd always thought it was the non-commissioned officers who made sure that the military worked.
"Yes, Knobby, they do. Those things don't have the Geneva Conventions on them, you see."
"Jobby, Sarge. But I thought we all get those Genevas? They told us in boot camp that you
get them no matter what."
"Only if you're an American, Nobbs. That's what is so great about them you see."
"How's that?"
"Well it's like this; When we lock up one of those dirty ragheads, we give them the good old
one-two-that'll show the bastards we mean business. But when one of our lads gets knocked
out from behind by those cheating cowards, we gets full immunity because if we don't, we
kick the snot out of them until they're showing us their rummy yellow bellies."
Jobby cocked his head at an angle as he tried to make sense of that.
"And what happens if they kick the snot out of us instead?"
Sergeant Colon actually looked taken aback by the question.
"Kick the snot out of us? The US military? The biggest combat boots on the corner?! Never will happen! Never!!"
"But what if it does, Sarge?"
"Now see here, Corporal! Stop that kind of thinking at once! Why, it's downright *liberal*!!"
Colon spoke the last word in the tone of voice usually reserved for catching someone
in the act of trying to milk a dog through the poor animal's ass.
"You mean it's tolerant and generous?"
The Sergeant's retort was drowned out by the sounds of the first strike group zooming overhead
towards their assigned targets.
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"Entering Engagement Zone. Begin your runs!!"
The twelve A-10s opened up with everything they had like modern dragons. Gatling gun rounds seared through
the air as ground attack missiles and 70 mm rockets tore up the strike zone like the jaws of some enormous
fiery beast.
Bodies and parts of bodies flew everywhere as the helpless creatures railed impotently at their destroyers.
It was a slaughter. The stupid things didn't even have the sense to try and take cover.
The pilots laughed with an almost childlike glee as they witnessed the destruction of such beauty by their own hands.
Now the rest of the attack craft were joining in the fun, some of them even making wagers among themselves as
to who could accomplish the most interesting trick shot with their cannons.
It was almost...too easy.
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"General Petridish, great news! The airstrikes are working even better then expected!"
"Excellent. How many of the enemy forces are left?"
"No more then a third of this particular grouping are still standing according to our recon planes.
They also report that they seem to be verging on the point of panic and could flee at any time."
"Right then, we just need to give them one more push."
The General stared up at the wall. This was happening much faster then he'd expected,
he'd assumed it might take several days to soften them up for his ground forces to finish them off.
To be sure, they were ready to begin the advance on a moment's notice, but still it was sooner
then his timetable had called for. But if he didn't take advantage of the situation now and gave
them time to regroup his casualties could become much worse then if they moved now.
David gave a tiny nod. They would go for it. No guts, no glory.
They might even have a statue of him after this was all over.
"Okay, gentlemen, let's do it. Activate Operation Cardigan!"
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Corporal Nobbs looked green in the face. Sadly, this tint only improved his features.
"Is war always like this, Sarge?"
Colon nodded a little sadly. Even this bloodbath was more then he'd expected.
"Afraid so, Nobbs. The stupid bastards just never seem to know when to quit."
"WHAT ARE YOU FOOLS DOING?! WE ARE STARTING OPERATION CARDIGAN!! GET READY TO CHARGE
STRAIGHT AHEAD AT THE ENEMY!!!"
There was a Major Donald Rust in every military, every time, everywhere. Or as the troops
who served under him swore, "God's gift to the enemy, any enemy and a walking advertisement
for desertion at the first opportunity."
Nobbs stared plaintively at the sandbags and the barricades made of reassuringly solid items,
it looked a lot more appealing then going out into the open where the enemy was.
"Come on, Nobbs. We have to join the other lads."
"Right, Sarge. Er, Sarge?"
"Hmm? What?"
"Can we advance very, very slowly?"
The senior non-commissioned officer gave his companion a look.
"Exactly how slowly did you have in mind?
The corporal grinned up at him, revealing teeth that would given any orthodontist nightmares
for weeks.
"Behind everybody else, Sarge."
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The artillery crew laughed and made small chat as they waited for their orders.
Their original mission had been to serve as firesupport for the main defense line,
but thanks to the jockpants with wings that wasn't an issue anymore. So now they
waited to see if high command would keep them there to serve as insurance against
an unexpected counterthrust or deployed them out in the field to join in the rout.
Safe behind the lines, there was no real reason to keep sentries on alert except
for regulations and everybody knew that it was all for show anyway.
"Hey Charlie! Grab me another thermos of coffee, will ya?"
"Yeah yeah. Those damn pilot pricks are going to be lording this one over us ground pounders
for months, you know."
"Fuck em!"
"Not without dinner and a movie first!"
There was a general outbreak of bawdy laughter.
They never saw it coming.
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The M1 Abrams tanks advanced as the tip of the spear composed of lighter vehicles and marching infantry.
Their job was to crush the enemy into bits small enough for the rest of the forces coming up behind
them to handle. Their main cannons belched 120 mm HEAT shells as the tight formations closed the distance.
Straight ahead they could see the retreating enemy forces running away from them, though unable to outdistance
their pursuers due to the many injuries visible even at this distance. It was really stupid of them to stay together
like that, that just made shooting them that much easier. It was a little strange as well. Most routed forces
tended to break up into panicked individuals but there was none of that here.
But it probably had to do with being dumb animals. They couldn't think, they couldn't plan and when it
came down to it, that was why people were superior to all other forms of life.
Now that was odd, they'd stopped retreating. Well, they must be tired after all of that running. And this rather
broken terrain certainly wasn't easy going, even the tanks were starting to have trouble moving over it.
But this would all over soon....wait a minute.
What the-
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The recon plane was the one that spotted it first.
The bodies scattered all over the ground began to shimmer and then vanished in small flickers of light
like the afterimage of a camera's flash. Then the 'routed' creatures began to disappear as well, leaving
only a small group of the females in their place.
It took a moment for the men to realize the discrepency in the appearance of these to the others that had
been there before.
They were wearing...clothes.
And then the ground all around the pursuit forces erupted, in some cases right literally next to
an individual shocked soldier, as the real Pokewoman force emerged into the light.
"Radio Headquarters-"
An alarm began to blare.
"Sir, we've got multiple unknown radar contacts closing in on us fast at 4 o'clock!"
"What? Where did they come from?"
"I don't know! They were just there all of a sudden!!"
"Get us out of here!!"
"The lead unknowns are increasing speed!! Oh my god, they just hit Mach 2!!"
"Deploy countermeasures, they must be some kind of missile!"
"Deploying Flares and Chaff! It's...not working!! They're coming right at us!!"
"Evade!! Evade!! Evad-"
The plane exploded into a shower of metal and flame.
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"General, It's a trap!!"
David Petridish swung his head toward the pale officer like an angry bull before a red flag.
"WHAT?!"
"The ground forces...they were ambushed! They're taking heavy casualties. And..."
The man trailed off hesitantly, cowed by the expression on his superior's face.
"Spit it out."
"Sir, the enemy...has air support."
"How the hell did they get planes?"
"They don't have any sir."
"Then where the hell did they get helicopters?"
"They don't have those either, Sir."
"What, Are you going to tell me these things are suddenly flying or something?"
"Actually, that's exactly what they're doing, Sir."
"Are you shitting me?!"
"No Sir!"
The general grabbed his hair and swore violently.
"Order an artillery bombardment and pull the men back!"
"Yes Sir!"
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"-Repeat, Respond!! What are you doing?! The enemy has attacked!! Begin Fire Plan Alpha!!"
The headset hissed and crackled in the otherwise silent position.
Nothing moved except for the steady trickles of dark red fluid that slowly pooled into the shallow
depression in the center of the area.
Blank eyes stared up at the well of eternity.
Only a track of bloody footprints marked the path.
As if by magic, they appeared one in front of the other on the ground. Each print turned fainter
and lighter as less blood was deposited at every step until at last the trail vanished into the
same emptiness that the killers had emerged from.
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Men screamed. They were everywhere. Beautiful and deadly Angels of Death.
Major Rust fired his sidearm at one silver haired female who didn't even seem to notice it as
she began to glow brightly like a new star and her form expanded out into a monstrous beast
that was all too familiar to many of the soldiers who had seen the movies.
"DRAGON!!"
Nor was it alone. Even as it began to melt one of the tanks with a fiery breath so hot that just looking directly
at it made the eyes burn, more of the creatures were transforming. Some into other dragons, one into a giantess
of a woman over forty feet tall who proceeded to squash men under her feet like bugs and still others into strange
mixtures of women and beasts, plants or machinery.
The major's heart sank as he looked up at those inhuman faces.
What kind of monsters were these things?
Dimly, Donald could hear the shrieks of men throwing away their weapons and running, only to be brought down
by their faster pursuers. The beasts showed no mercy to anyone they caught, even going so far as to dig out
the helpless tank crews from their wrecked vehicles to be thrown to the rest of the swarm.
Rust stumbled away, somehow finding himself ignored in the general melee as other soldiers were brought down
all around him.
It didn't make any sense. The enemy was supposed to run away. It was inconceivable!!
She was waiting for him at edge of the battlefield.
It could have easily passed for a modern human girl if not for the two bony ridges
on either side of the head that resembled pointed ears or wide horns.
It stared at him with cold eyes, eyes that dismissed him as anything of importance
after only a moment's glance.
A soldier maddened by fear ran past the staring Major and towards the still figure.
"DIE! DIE!! DIE!!"
The man emptied his weapon at the horned girl. There was the sound of bullets striking all
around her, but not a single shot actually hit her.
There was a horrible wet sound like that of a side of beef being carved up and the soldier's
arms, legs and head came off like a doll that had been seized by an invisible child that didn't
know its own strength.
"Damn you!!"
Somehow he knew it was her doing. That abomination was a soulless murderer
and it had killed one of his men. He raised his gun.
"What in God's name are you?!"
'Psidyke.'
The word seemed to echo like a shout in Rust's brain.
And then she popped his head like a champagne cork.
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The Thunderbolts had been called back to the battle. The no longer smiling pilots
were furious at having been suckered so easily and they had blood in their eyes.
This time the enemy was going to get what was coming to them.
This time they wouldn't miss.
This time-
'Fire.'
Dozens of bluish plasma blasts hit them from below, vaporizing whatever they hit without discrimination.
-they were dead.
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"For God's sake Knobby, what are you doing?!"
The portly sergeant was huffing and puffing as he performed that oldest
of venerable military maneuvers, the strategic speedy withdrawal.
"Just tying my shoes, Sarge."
"what?!"
Ted tried to fit the Corporal's words into something that made sense in the real world and failed.
Nobbs had been the first person running away the moment all hell had broken loose and from what
Colon knew of the younger (for lack of a better word) man, he shouldn't have stopped running until
he was someplace far away from the fighting.
"I've decided to reevaluate the situation, Sarge."
"What the hell are you talking about?"
"I don't need to outrun all of them, Fred. I just need to keep ahead of you."
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"This feels like stealing, Greg."
"For the last time, this isn't theft."
"How's that?"
"I left some money in the front."
"I still don't understand why we're doing this."
"Listen. Do you hear that?"
"Dude, I don't hear a thing."
"Exactly. The fighters have stopped flying over the city."
"But that's a good thing, right?"
"Willing to bet your life on it?"
"Well when you put it that way..."
"See if you can grab the canned stuff on that aisle. We don't want to be here
when everybody else figures out that it's time to batten down and dig in."
"Where are all the people anyway? It's kinda spooky."
"I don't want to think about it. You shouldn't either."
"Why not?"
"You might guess correctly."
"Oh."
"Let's see, bottled water, jerky, oatmeal, powdered milk...."
"Greg."
"Yeah?"
"I think we have a problem."
"Shit, don't tell me there's people coming."
"It's a bee-girl."
"A what? Have you been tapping that stash of yours again?"
"I'm serious. It's a bee-girl...and it's looking at me, Greg."
"Remember, don't panic. I'll be right there."
"It's coming closer, Greg!"
"I'm coming!"
"Greg! Help!!"
"Don't do anything stupid!!"
"EAT BUGSPRAY YOU BUGBITCH!!"
"Oh SHIT!!"
-End Prologue Hawks and Doves
A Pokewomen Universe Story
by Shade
Porn with Plot Warning.
Copyrighted character use warning.
Ignoring what a lot of other people wrote warning.
Warning about warning warning warning.
"Man is his own worst enemy."
-Cicero
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Prologue: Hawks and Doves
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'...The Death Toll across the nation is estimated at over 750,000-'
*Click*
'...The Dow fell over 3,000 points today before trading was called to a halt by the SEC-'
*Click*
'...Worst Military Disaster in US history-'
*Click*
'...Over 143,000 US troops in Iraq are presumed dead after an attack by the notorious terrorist
Dr. Sukebe destroyed the Green Zone and other major US fortifications. Angry mobs of Iraqis
swarmed over retreating Coalition forces before they could be evacuated over the border-'
*Click*
'...Iran's citizens danced in the streets after the announcement that virtually
all US forces in the Persian Gulf were annihilated by terrorist attacks-'
*Click*
'...Oil hit a record $700 a barrel today. Concerns about further supply disruptions have economists predicting
the first Global Depression since 1929-'
*Click*
'...Next on FOX News. Liberals, Great Big Traitors or Greatest Traitors against America? But first-'
*Click*
'...confirmed that the creatures appear to look like naked young women. The American League of Decency has
filed a complaint against all broadcast media that witnessed the attacks, citing that any showing of nude
females is sinful and a violation of airtime standards-'
*Click*
'...Former Homeland Security Secretary Michael Jerkoff was lynched by a crowd of angry citizens after allegedly
telling them to employ duct tape to secure their homes from the creatures. Local law enforcement at the scene
reportedly provided the rope and helped to tie the knot-'
*Click*
'...has imposed a media blackout as the trail of devastation stretches from Arizona through West Virgina.
Stretched National Guard units have been evacuating citizens in a two hundred mile radius as the unknown
source of the destruction continues to advance-'
*Click*
'-Confirmed sightings of unknown creatures around the world from Berlin to Australia. They are believed to
be the creations of the notorious bio-terrorist, Dr Sukebe. A worldwide manhunt has ensued for
the alleged mastermind-'
*Click*
'...In other news, hospitals across the world are reporting strange readings on thousands of ultrasounds
of developing fetuses. No link between race or age has been determined among the pregnant women. Doctors
continue to be puzzled by this sudden development and many are speculating that it is related in some way
to the recent attack by Dr. Sukebe, who was a internationally renowned scientist before his descent into
murderous terrorism-'
*Click*
"Dude, just turn it off already. That shit is just depressingly painful."
"Life is pain. Anyone who says differently is selling something."
"Damn, we really must be in deep shit if you're going all movie buff on me."
"The government's declared Martial Law, F-16s are screaming over the city's airspace like an angry hornet's nest
and they've just told us not to panic because the authorities have everything under control. What do you think?"
"That we should run away?"
"Too late for that. Every road out is jammed with the traffic. I'll bet the docks and airports are even worse."
"Greg, you are always a shining beacon of optimism."
"I knew there would be days like this. I just didn't think they'd come so damn soon. I haven't even started to
pay off my loans yet!"
"What about that gizmo you were working on? I mean, maybe it really did come from Jesus."
"It was JS, not Jesus. Don't go all Fundie on me now."
"Whatever. Well? At least tell me my iPod didn't give its life in vain."
"..."
"Greg, level with me."
"I dunno. Seriously, I could follow the diagrams to put it together, but whoever designed it
was either a genius or completely bonkers."
"And? What does it do?"
"Remember Ghostbusters? Something like that."
"We ain't afraid of no ghosts! So pack or trap?"
"I'm hoping trap."
"Well there you go then. How bad could it be?"
"Don't cross the streams."
"...oh."
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The recon plane flew over the gridlocked roads as men, women and children abandoned cars, trucks and vans
to flee on foot with whatever the could carry towards the hope of safety in the city. It passed over broken
plains where clumps of trees stuck out here and there.
And then it was finally able to see *them*.
Tens of thousands of nubile bodies in irregular clusters that stretched out for miles. Every color of the spectrum
was on display down there and it was with an effort that the men doing the surveillance swallowed their
drool instead of panting like dogs in heat.
It was a living sea of T & A.
Large and small, short and long haired, some moving like centauroids, others sliding along like snakes,
they advanced at a steady pace that seemed to devour the distance like a champion diner at an all you can eat buffet.
They were going to hit the first defense lines sooner then expected.
"Pull us back a bit, but keep us near the front of the main advance. Headquarters is going to want us
to keep a close eye on them."
The pilot nodded back.
The plane began to swing around in a wide arc towards the direction it had come from.
The crew took few precautions, confident in the air superiority of their craft
over the exotic but still land bound creatures below. They could see no guns, no missiles,
no visible threat to a machine that was miles overhead.
It was an assumption rooted in history and common sense.
It was also a fatal mistake.
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General David Petridish looked grimly at the situation map. Around him the rest of the hastily erected
headquarters was a madhouse of men and equipment as orders were relayed and reports streamed in.
For the first time in almost two hundred years the American military was about to fight on its home turf
against an enemy that, if the initial estimates were correct, actually outnumbered them over ten to one.
David stared at the colorful icons as if by sheer will he could change them into something more in his favor.
His forces were heavily understrength in terms of armor and artillery thanks in no small part to the sudden
destruction of so many critical nodal bases across the nation when the invasion had first begun. Most of the
Air Force's Raptors had been written off as well, few of the advanced planes had been in places where the monsters
had not attacked. That left him with mostly older jets and gunships as well as attack helicopters for air support.
The Marines and Army Reserves had been positioned as the tip of the spear for the battle. He hated having to rely
on simple infantry for so much, but right now they were his most abundant resource and he had to use what was available.
But Petridish still had the means to fight a conventional battle
by the book and by God that was exactly what they were going to do.
The general looked up at the waiting men.
"Instruct Alpha, Bravo and Charlie Squadrons to commence bombing runs.
After they've softened up the enemy for a bit, the troops will advance."
"Yes Sir!"
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"This is Viper One to all Viper Units. Authorization for strike confirmed.
We are going Weapons Hot. I repeat, All Weapons Hot."
The A-10 Thunderbolts were big and ugly fighters intended for close air support of friendly troops.
They were designed to demolish slow and hardened ground targets with their heavy gatling cannon,
bombs and missiles. Their heavy armor allowed them to soak up enormous amounts of punishment
and multiple redundant systems had been built into them to allow even a heavily damaged Thunderbolt
to survive long enough to get back to base.
They seemed ideally suited to the role they had been assigned in the battle.
The enemy was relatively slow compared to modern vehicles. Though they seemed to be resistant to small arms fire,
several thousand rounds of depleted uranium would certainly ruin their day. It would be just like going fishing
with dynamite. Because everyone knew that although the creatures might resemble human women, they were only
dumb genetically mutated animal clones or something that the mad scientist Sukebe had designed.
The only thing they had to worry about was running out of ammo before the show was over.
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Sergeant Ted Colon studied the field of battle through his binoculars.
There were a jolly well lot of the buggers out there.
Besides the rather pear-shaped non-com, Corporal Jobby Nobbs turned and spat with the ease of someone
who had dedicated their life to refining bodily expressions into an art form. Though exactly what kind
of art that was supposed to be was still unknown.
"Bleeding big boobies out there, Fred."
The sergeant lowered his field glasses and turned with a frown to his companion. However this only intensified
the expression on his face to a grimace as the sight of a Nobbs in uniform tended to make most rational people
come to the conclusion that either a) they'd been drinking too much or b) they hadn't drunk enough yet.
"How many times do I have to tell you, Knobby? It's Ted! Ted. Not Fred."
"Right, Sarge. And it's Jobby, Sarge."
"Well, the thing is, Nobbs, we're up here all nice and fortified right?
And they're down there all out in the open for the big bombs to drop down
on their heads."
"Doesn't seem quite right though. Attacking women, I mean."
Colon rolled his eyes. Nobbs was one of the newer generation of recruits. Though it had taken three independent
DNA tests to qualify Corporal Jobby as part of it. They lacked the spine (and perhaps in the case of Nobbs,
the opposable thumbs) to wave the flag proudly as they taught bloody Charlie a thing or two.
"That's because you don't understand things, Knobby."
"Jobby, Sarge."
"Whatever. Now look, the point is that these are not respectable women. They make look like naked women-"
"With really huge gazongas!"
"-naked women, but they are in fact not women. Do you understand, Corporal?"
"Not really, Fred."
"Ted! And that's Sergeant to you," the senior non-com barked.
"Right Sarge."
"Now where was I?"
"Them not being women, Sarge. Even though they got wide round-"
Ted hastily interrupted the young and technically speaking if one went by number of appendages on display, man,
before he could display any more visually descriptive enthusiasm.
"Right! Right!! The *point* is, is that's why you and I are out here on the battlefield and the officers
in charge are nice and safe back at HQ. They know things, you see."
"They do?"
This same as a complete surprise to Corporal Nobbs. In his experience the fancy pants commissioned people
at the top didn't seem to know anything, especially when they were being grilled by Congress.
He'd always thought it was the non-commissioned officers who made sure that the military worked.
"Yes, Knobby, they do. Those things don't have the Geneva Conventions on them, you see."
"Jobby, Sarge. But I thought we all get those Genevas? They told us in boot camp that you
get them no matter what."
"Only if you're an American, Nobbs. That's what is so great about them you see."
"How's that?"
"Well it's like this; When we lock up one of those dirty ragheads, we give them the good old
one-two-that'll show the bastards we mean business. But when one of our lads gets knocked
out from behind by those cheating cowards, we gets full immunity because if we don't, we
kick the snot out of them until they're showing us their rummy yellow bellies."
Jobby cocked his head at an angle as he tried to make sense of that.
"And what happens if they kick the snot out of us instead?"
Sergeant Colon actually looked taken aback by the question.
"Kick the snot out of us? The US military? The biggest combat boots on the corner?! Never will happen! Never!!"
"But what if it does, Sarge?"
"Now see here, Corporal! Stop that kind of thinking at once! Why, it's downright *liberal*!!"
Colon spoke the last word in the tone of voice usually reserved for catching someone
in the act of trying to milk a dog through the poor animal's ass.
"You mean it's tolerant and generous?"
The Sergeant's retort was drowned out by the sounds of the first strike group zooming overhead
towards their assigned targets.
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"Entering Engagement Zone. Begin your runs!!"
The twelve A-10s opened up with everything they had like modern dragons. Gatling gun rounds seared through
the air as ground attack missiles and 70 mm rockets tore up the strike zone like the jaws of some enormous
fiery beast.
Bodies and parts of bodies flew everywhere as the helpless creatures railed impotently at their destroyers.
It was a slaughter. The stupid things didn't even have the sense to try and take cover.
The pilots laughed with an almost childlike glee as they witnessed the destruction of such beauty by their own hands.
Now the rest of the attack craft were joining in the fun, some of them even making wagers among themselves as
to who could accomplish the most interesting trick shot with their cannons.
It was almost...too easy.
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"General Petridish, great news! The airstrikes are working even better then expected!"
"Excellent. How many of the enemy forces are left?"
"No more then a third of this particular grouping are still standing according to our recon planes.
They also report that they seem to be verging on the point of panic and could flee at any time."
"Right then, we just need to give them one more push."
The General stared up at the wall. This was happening much faster then he'd expected,
he'd assumed it might take several days to soften them up for his ground forces to finish them off.
To be sure, they were ready to begin the advance on a moment's notice, but still it was sooner
then his timetable had called for. But if he didn't take advantage of the situation now and gave
them time to regroup his casualties could become much worse then if they moved now.
David gave a tiny nod. They would go for it. No guts, no glory.
They might even have a statue of him after this was all over.
"Okay, gentlemen, let's do it. Activate Operation Cardigan!"
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Corporal Nobbs looked green in the face. Sadly, this tint only improved his features.
"Is war always like this, Sarge?"
Colon nodded a little sadly. Even this bloodbath was more then he'd expected.
"Afraid so, Nobbs. The stupid bastards just never seem to know when to quit."
"WHAT ARE YOU FOOLS DOING?! WE ARE STARTING OPERATION CARDIGAN!! GET READY TO CHARGE
STRAIGHT AHEAD AT THE ENEMY!!!"
There was a Major Donald Rust in every military, every time, everywhere. Or as the troops
who served under him swore, "God's gift to the enemy, any enemy and a walking advertisement
for desertion at the first opportunity."
Nobbs stared plaintively at the sandbags and the barricades made of reassuringly solid items,
it looked a lot more appealing then going out into the open where the enemy was.
"Come on, Nobbs. We have to join the other lads."
"Right, Sarge. Er, Sarge?"
"Hmm? What?"
"Can we advance very, very slowly?"
The senior non-commissioned officer gave his companion a look.
"Exactly how slowly did you have in mind?
The corporal grinned up at him, revealing teeth that would given any orthodontist nightmares
for weeks.
"Behind everybody else, Sarge."
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The artillery crew laughed and made small chat as they waited for their orders.
Their original mission had been to serve as firesupport for the main defense line,
but thanks to the jockpants with wings that wasn't an issue anymore. So now they
waited to see if high command would keep them there to serve as insurance against
an unexpected counterthrust or deployed them out in the field to join in the rout.
Safe behind the lines, there was no real reason to keep sentries on alert except
for regulations and everybody knew that it was all for show anyway.
"Hey Charlie! Grab me another thermos of coffee, will ya?"
"Yeah yeah. Those damn pilot pricks are going to be lording this one over us ground pounders
for months, you know."
"Fuck em!"
"Not without dinner and a movie first!"
There was a general outbreak of bawdy laughter.
They never saw it coming.
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The M1 Abrams tanks advanced as the tip of the spear composed of lighter vehicles and marching infantry.
Their job was to crush the enemy into bits small enough for the rest of the forces coming up behind
them to handle. Their main cannons belched 120 mm HEAT shells as the tight formations closed the distance.
Straight ahead they could see the retreating enemy forces running away from them, though unable to outdistance
their pursuers due to the many injuries visible even at this distance. It was really stupid of them to stay together
like that, that just made shooting them that much easier. It was a little strange as well. Most routed forces
tended to break up into panicked individuals but there was none of that here.
But it probably had to do with being dumb animals. They couldn't think, they couldn't plan and when it
came down to it, that was why people were superior to all other forms of life.
Now that was odd, they'd stopped retreating. Well, they must be tired after all of that running. And this rather
broken terrain certainly wasn't easy going, even the tanks were starting to have trouble moving over it.
But this would all over soon....wait a minute.
What the-
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The recon plane was the one that spotted it first.
The bodies scattered all over the ground began to shimmer and then vanished in small flickers of light
like the afterimage of a camera's flash. Then the 'routed' creatures began to disappear as well, leaving
only a small group of the females in their place.
It took a moment for the men to realize the discrepency in the appearance of these to the others that had
been there before.
They were wearing...clothes.
And then the ground all around the pursuit forces erupted, in some cases right literally next to
an individual shocked soldier, as the real Pokewoman force emerged into the light.
"Radio Headquarters-"
An alarm began to blare.
"Sir, we've got multiple unknown radar contacts closing in on us fast at 4 o'clock!"
"What? Where did they come from?"
"I don't know! They were just there all of a sudden!!"
"Get us out of here!!"
"The lead unknowns are increasing speed!! Oh my god, they just hit Mach 2!!"
"Deploy countermeasures, they must be some kind of missile!"
"Deploying Flares and Chaff! It's...not working!! They're coming right at us!!"
"Evade!! Evade!! Evad-"
The plane exploded into a shower of metal and flame.
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"General, It's a trap!!"
David Petridish swung his head toward the pale officer like an angry bull before a red flag.
"WHAT?!"
"The ground forces...they were ambushed! They're taking heavy casualties. And..."
The man trailed off hesitantly, cowed by the expression on his superior's face.
"Spit it out."
"Sir, the enemy...has air support."
"How the hell did they get planes?"
"They don't have any sir."
"Then where the hell did they get helicopters?"
"They don't have those either, Sir."
"What, Are you going to tell me these things are suddenly flying or something?"
"Actually, that's exactly what they're doing, Sir."
"Are you shitting me?!"
"No Sir!"
The general grabbed his hair and swore violently.
"Order an artillery bombardment and pull the men back!"
"Yes Sir!"
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"-Repeat, Respond!! What are you doing?! The enemy has attacked!! Begin Fire Plan Alpha!!"
The headset hissed and crackled in the otherwise silent position.
Nothing moved except for the steady trickles of dark red fluid that slowly pooled into the shallow
depression in the center of the area.
Blank eyes stared up at the well of eternity.
Only a track of bloody footprints marked the path.
As if by magic, they appeared one in front of the other on the ground. Each print turned fainter
and lighter as less blood was deposited at every step until at last the trail vanished into the
same emptiness that the killers had emerged from.
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Men screamed. They were everywhere. Beautiful and deadly Angels of Death.
Major Rust fired his sidearm at one silver haired female who didn't even seem to notice it as
she began to glow brightly like a new star and her form expanded out into a monstrous beast
that was all too familiar to many of the soldiers who had seen the movies.
"DRAGON!!"
Nor was it alone. Even as it began to melt one of the tanks with a fiery breath so hot that just looking directly
at it made the eyes burn, more of the creatures were transforming. Some into other dragons, one into a giantess
of a woman over forty feet tall who proceeded to squash men under her feet like bugs and still others into strange
mixtures of women and beasts, plants or machinery.
The major's heart sank as he looked up at those inhuman faces.
What kind of monsters were these things?
Dimly, Donald could hear the shrieks of men throwing away their weapons and running, only to be brought down
by their faster pursuers. The beasts showed no mercy to anyone they caught, even going so far as to dig out
the helpless tank crews from their wrecked vehicles to be thrown to the rest of the swarm.
Rust stumbled away, somehow finding himself ignored in the general melee as other soldiers were brought down
all around him.
It didn't make any sense. The enemy was supposed to run away. It was inconceivable!!
She was waiting for him at edge of the battlefield.
It could have easily passed for a modern human girl if not for the two bony ridges
on either side of the head that resembled pointed ears or wide horns.
It stared at him with cold eyes, eyes that dismissed him as anything of importance
after only a moment's glance.
A soldier maddened by fear ran past the staring Major and towards the still figure.
"DIE! DIE!! DIE!!"
The man emptied his weapon at the horned girl. There was the sound of bullets striking all
around her, but not a single shot actually hit her.
There was a horrible wet sound like that of a side of beef being carved up and the soldier's
arms, legs and head came off like a doll that had been seized by an invisible child that didn't
know its own strength.
"Damn you!!"
Somehow he knew it was her doing. That abomination was a soulless murderer
and it had killed one of his men. He raised his gun.
"What in God's name are you?!"
'Psidyke.'
The word seemed to echo like a shout in Rust's brain.
And then she popped his head like a champagne cork.
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The Thunderbolts had been called back to the battle. The no longer smiling pilots
were furious at having been suckered so easily and they had blood in their eyes.
This time the enemy was going to get what was coming to them.
This time they wouldn't miss.
This time-
'Fire.'
Dozens of bluish plasma blasts hit them from below, vaporizing whatever they hit without discrimination.
-they were dead.
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"For God's sake Knobby, what are you doing?!"
The portly sergeant was huffing and puffing as he performed that oldest
of venerable military maneuvers, the strategic speedy withdrawal.
"Just tying my shoes, Sarge."
"what?!"
Ted tried to fit the Corporal's words into something that made sense in the real world and failed.
Nobbs had been the first person running away the moment all hell had broken loose and from what
Colon knew of the younger (for lack of a better word) man, he shouldn't have stopped running until
he was someplace far away from the fighting.
"I've decided to reevaluate the situation, Sarge."
"What the hell are you talking about?"
"I don't need to outrun all of them, Fred. I just need to keep ahead of you."
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"This feels like stealing, Greg."
"For the last time, this isn't theft."
"How's that?"
"I left some money in the front."
"I still don't understand why we're doing this."
"Listen. Do you hear that?"
"Dude, I don't hear a thing."
"Exactly. The fighters have stopped flying over the city."
"But that's a good thing, right?"
"Willing to bet your life on it?"
"Well when you put it that way..."
"See if you can grab the canned stuff on that aisle. We don't want to be here
when everybody else figures out that it's time to batten down and dig in."
"Where are all the people anyway? It's kinda spooky."
"I don't want to think about it. You shouldn't either."
"Why not?"
"You might guess correctly."
"Oh."
"Let's see, bottled water, jerky, oatmeal, powdered milk...."
"Greg."
"Yeah?"
"I think we have a problem."
"Shit, don't tell me there's people coming."
"It's a bee-girl."
"A what? Have you been tapping that stash of yours again?"
"I'm serious. It's a bee-girl...and it's looking at me, Greg."
"Remember, don't panic. I'll be right there."
"It's coming closer, Greg!"
"I'm coming!"
"Greg! Help!!"
"Don't do anything stupid!!"
"EAT BUGSPRAY YOU BUGBITCH!!"
"Oh SHIT!!"
-End Prologue Hawks and Doves