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Ok, this is the second chapter of my first real story. I hope people like it. As usual comments and opinions are welcome.
Ch.1 http://www.furaffinity.net/view/2852145
Ch.3 http://www.furaffinity.net/view/2852159
Ch.4 http://www.furaffinity.net/view/2852172
Horton Multinational Combat Base.
Modern Day
8:40 PM
“....Just repeating today’s breaking news, yet another attack on population centres throughout the world, this time it was the turn of Brighton in the United Kingdom to join the ever growing number of cities to be raided by the creatures. The list already includes London, San Francisco, Berlin, Nice, Canberra and Moscow and global casualties are estimated at over Five Million dead and another three million injured or missing. The United States, Russia and England have today declared martial law and have mobilised their respective defence forces.....”
Colonel Trethowan switched off the wide screen Plasma TV and turned his attention to Captain Maltaris Elkington who was standing before him with a folder of paperwork under his arm. Both men had been watching the latest CNN special report on the latest attack from their new enemy. The attacks only last a few minutes at a time but they would come out of nowhere.
“So Maltaris, any idea on what these things are?” Trethowan asked, looking over the reports on his desk.
“Negative sir, there are just not enough clues to go on, but what we do know is we are dealing with a completely new species. They just appear out of thin air and tear apart all attempts of defence.”
The Snow wolf climbed to his paws and walked to the window, staring out at the base which was on high alert like many others across the country. Elkington waited for the Colonel to speak, he knew that this was a strain on the older officer, who had just got over the death of one of his academy buddies in a Helicopter crash a few months before. A C17 Globemaster III lifted off as the snow wolf watched the activity outside before turning back to the young Intelligence Officer standing before him.
“Maltaris, Keep up the good work you and your men are doing, when you find out something new, let me know” Trethowan said as he sat down,” dismissed.”
Maltaris saluted and exited the office, walking across the base towards the building he and his department had converted to an Intelligence gathering HQ, previously it was a small hanger built during the 1950s to house F-86 Sabres during the Korean War but it had lain empty since 1960 when the Sabres were withdrawn from the base. Inside a total of ten men and women worked, sorting through vast, seemingly insurmountable piles of paperwork, photos and other assorted evidence piled on the desks and tables around the building.
Outside of the hanger, two A-37 ‘ Dragonfly’ attack aircraft sat, undergoing minor maintenance while an 6x6 backed up to the side door to offload another truckload of paperwork and evidence for the Intel Officers to inspect and sort through. Elkington had made his office in the hangers elevated maintenance office his home. His Bunk and foot locker were both up there so he could be available if any new development occurred. He sat down on the edge of his bunk and removed his boots before lying down for the first real sleep he had treated himself to in days.
Back in the HQ building, Colonel Trethowan finished a report that had been dropped on his desk earlier in the day and had started watching the News on the large screen again, this time a United States Colonel was answering questions about what they intended to do about the attacks. The thundering of aircraft overhead and the noise from the ground vehicles passing by were forgotten as he made himself a cup of coffee and sat back down to write his recommendation to his commanding officer, Colonel Clarkson, head of the Multinational Forces. The pile of paperwork in his ‘in’ box was starting to go down as he worked on his report with all the dedication of a professional orchestra playing in a theatre.
Over at the Officer’s club, Captain Cayla Feligris and her Co-pilot Lieutenant Sirte Kalan, were unwinding after a rough day of flying patrols in a severe thunderstorm further off the coast.
The large plasma screen hung on the wall behind the bar with smaller ones in various corners where they could be seen from anywhere and they were all tuned to CNN so that anyone that was interested could keep up on events as they occur. Suddenly one of the Lieutenants at the bar yelled to turn it up. As the volume was raised all eyes turned to the various TVs and the voices went silent.
“...this footage shot no more than 30 minutes ago shows what experts believe matches the description of a Dragon. Although thought to be mere legend and filler for children’s stories, now it seems that the legends are true. This footage was taken by the crew of a fishing trawler during an attack on the harbour they had just departed.”
Everyone’s eyes were glued to the screen as the massive creature set fire to the harbour and the surrounding homes. Some comments were uttered about what they thought the creature could be and others about how big a wingspan it had. After it had set the entire town alight and left the harbour a smoking ruin, it disappeared into a shimmering object in a cloud that appeared to open up and swallow it. Nobody spoke after that, they were all too shocked to put their disbelief into words.
The report went on to mention that the town was only one mile from a major US naval base, the dragon had struck so fast that the base didn’t have time to launch anything that could fight back, drawing criticism from the reporter that the military were not doing their jobs.
Cayla turned back to Sirte and they both decided to have another drink before retiring to their respective billets for the night, having a patrol to fly the next morning. They walked towards their rooms, discussing what they had seen on the news.
Cayla and Sirte parted company after that, Sirte heading for his own room and she changed and sat down and rubbed her paws. Despite having boots designed for paws rather than feet, they still hurt after a long shift and she was glad that she was able to take them off for a while.
Her roommate during her academy years, now Captain Kristine Chant, had likened the wearing of the boots to having your paw crushed slowly, and Cayla could see why. She lay back on the bed and switched off the light, drifting into the world of dreams.
Ch.1 http://www.furaffinity.net/view/2852145
Ch.3 http://www.furaffinity.net/view/2852159
Ch.4 http://www.furaffinity.net/view/2852172
Horton Multinational Combat Base.
Modern Day
8:40 PM
“....Just repeating today’s breaking news, yet another attack on population centres throughout the world, this time it was the turn of Brighton in the United Kingdom to join the ever growing number of cities to be raided by the creatures. The list already includes London, San Francisco, Berlin, Nice, Canberra and Moscow and global casualties are estimated at over Five Million dead and another three million injured or missing. The United States, Russia and England have today declared martial law and have mobilised their respective defence forces.....”
Colonel Trethowan switched off the wide screen Plasma TV and turned his attention to Captain Maltaris Elkington who was standing before him with a folder of paperwork under his arm. Both men had been watching the latest CNN special report on the latest attack from their new enemy. The attacks only last a few minutes at a time but they would come out of nowhere.
“So Maltaris, any idea on what these things are?” Trethowan asked, looking over the reports on his desk.
“Negative sir, there are just not enough clues to go on, but what we do know is we are dealing with a completely new species. They just appear out of thin air and tear apart all attempts of defence.”
The Snow wolf climbed to his paws and walked to the window, staring out at the base which was on high alert like many others across the country. Elkington waited for the Colonel to speak, he knew that this was a strain on the older officer, who had just got over the death of one of his academy buddies in a Helicopter crash a few months before. A C17 Globemaster III lifted off as the snow wolf watched the activity outside before turning back to the young Intelligence Officer standing before him.
“Maltaris, Keep up the good work you and your men are doing, when you find out something new, let me know” Trethowan said as he sat down,” dismissed.”
Maltaris saluted and exited the office, walking across the base towards the building he and his department had converted to an Intelligence gathering HQ, previously it was a small hanger built during the 1950s to house F-86 Sabres during the Korean War but it had lain empty since 1960 when the Sabres were withdrawn from the base. Inside a total of ten men and women worked, sorting through vast, seemingly insurmountable piles of paperwork, photos and other assorted evidence piled on the desks and tables around the building.
Outside of the hanger, two A-37 ‘ Dragonfly’ attack aircraft sat, undergoing minor maintenance while an 6x6 backed up to the side door to offload another truckload of paperwork and evidence for the Intel Officers to inspect and sort through. Elkington had made his office in the hangers elevated maintenance office his home. His Bunk and foot locker were both up there so he could be available if any new development occurred. He sat down on the edge of his bunk and removed his boots before lying down for the first real sleep he had treated himself to in days.
Back in the HQ building, Colonel Trethowan finished a report that had been dropped on his desk earlier in the day and had started watching the News on the large screen again, this time a United States Colonel was answering questions about what they intended to do about the attacks. The thundering of aircraft overhead and the noise from the ground vehicles passing by were forgotten as he made himself a cup of coffee and sat back down to write his recommendation to his commanding officer, Colonel Clarkson, head of the Multinational Forces. The pile of paperwork in his ‘in’ box was starting to go down as he worked on his report with all the dedication of a professional orchestra playing in a theatre.
Over at the Officer’s club, Captain Cayla Feligris and her Co-pilot Lieutenant Sirte Kalan, were unwinding after a rough day of flying patrols in a severe thunderstorm further off the coast.
The large plasma screen hung on the wall behind the bar with smaller ones in various corners where they could be seen from anywhere and they were all tuned to CNN so that anyone that was interested could keep up on events as they occur. Suddenly one of the Lieutenants at the bar yelled to turn it up. As the volume was raised all eyes turned to the various TVs and the voices went silent.
“...this footage shot no more than 30 minutes ago shows what experts believe matches the description of a Dragon. Although thought to be mere legend and filler for children’s stories, now it seems that the legends are true. This footage was taken by the crew of a fishing trawler during an attack on the harbour they had just departed.”
Everyone’s eyes were glued to the screen as the massive creature set fire to the harbour and the surrounding homes. Some comments were uttered about what they thought the creature could be and others about how big a wingspan it had. After it had set the entire town alight and left the harbour a smoking ruin, it disappeared into a shimmering object in a cloud that appeared to open up and swallow it. Nobody spoke after that, they were all too shocked to put their disbelief into words.
The report went on to mention that the town was only one mile from a major US naval base, the dragon had struck so fast that the base didn’t have time to launch anything that could fight back, drawing criticism from the reporter that the military were not doing their jobs.
Cayla turned back to Sirte and they both decided to have another drink before retiring to their respective billets for the night, having a patrol to fly the next morning. They walked towards their rooms, discussing what they had seen on the news.
Cayla and Sirte parted company after that, Sirte heading for his own room and she changed and sat down and rubbed her paws. Despite having boots designed for paws rather than feet, they still hurt after a long shift and she was glad that she was able to take them off for a while.
Her roommate during her academy years, now Captain Kristine Chant, had likened the wearing of the boots to having your paw crushed slowly, and Cayla could see why. She lay back on the bed and switched off the light, drifting into the world of dreams.
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