|Codename: Alpha One Base (standard:science fiction, 2188 words)|
|Author: Nathaniel MIller||Added: Jun 10 2015||Views/Reads: 677/480||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|A Base used for research becomes the prelude for ww3 against China|
Codename Alpha Base: Commander's Log: July 15, 2042, Commander James ‘Squirrel' Nong Commanding. The base is under repair after typhoon hit last week, causing light damage despite shields that were up to deflect the wind and debris caused by the storm. Everything should be on track and fully functional in another day's time, already resuming flight operations and shipments of the SST sent from Edwards Base in California. It is a welcomed situation after a week without shipments in a nightly basis. So far we have not been noticed by the Chinese fleet that has been roaming across the Pacific, giving our Navy a hectic time to keep tabs on them. Our base has maintained anonymity and with luck it will stay that way. So far both sides have kept the peace. I suspect that it won't be too long until all out battle erupts on the Pacific as a battleground, and so long as it does not interfere with our task and our mission here I am thankful. If that happens, we are undermanned, with only two squadrons, insufficient for repelling an attack of the Chinese forces, and I have sent for reinforcements. There should be a response in a day or so, granting the request. I am hopeful for a positive outcome. Commander Nong sat in his desk in his office, located underground, and he finished typing his log entry on his computer screen. As he reread it quickly, checking for mistakes, he managed a nod and a grimace at the log entry. He had been here a long time on this base, as Commander, a safe haven located far out in the middle of the South Pacific in which he conducted flight operations on NASA test modules. A job that was not half bad, even for him. The island itself is a large facility, about fifty miles in diameter, and it has one large runway and three hangars around the large deep water lagoon in the center where three ships were moored as part of the detail of protecting this base. It is also one of the most high tech in the world and could repel most attacks, but even then it was surely undermanned for the report of the Chinese Fleet that now roamed across the Pacific like the Japanese over ninety years ago during the last big war. Still something nagged at him, an uncomfortable feeling which he just could not shake. He managed a silent frown. As he scanned the office silently, he cast a look at the large bay window that overlooked the reef located here at the base, silently watching the schools of fish as they swam along with other creatures who are residents of the reef here. James felt his mood drop even further as he watched the fish in his personal aquarium, and he turned away in disgust. He scanned his office, a Spartan furnished office that is rather large, with a couch against one wall, a desk in the center of the room near a Bay window behind him that overlooked the reef. His eyes fell upon the door, and there his XO stood, Juan ‘Chihuahua' Valdez, who managed a casual salute to his Commander. He had not heard him enter the office or seen him prop himself at the door. Juan is five, five, with dark hair, slightly heavy set, with dark eyes, and he wears the familiar reddish uniform of the EDC that was established in the 2025 when the Moon was colonized and Mars using the new fleet of ships that had been designed by NASA for deep space travel. “What can I do for you XO?” James intoned sharply, glancing at the bay window as he motioned for him to enter. Juan casually entered, and he stood casually in front of the desk, not taking a usual seat as he always did when entering James' office. “Just reporting in Commander. We have a radar contact from the shack on the scopes. The Chinese fleet just past us again, followed closely by the US NAVY.” he said with a grimace. “Great. The more the merrier,” James said with a sneer. “Have they figured out that we are here yet?” Juan shook his head. “Shields are at a constant sixty-five percent during day, and the cloaking device is constant to keep us hidden from view. I have two F-18 Super hornets on alert though, just in case we are discovered by anyone, and to ID any unknown contacts.” Click here to read the rest of this story (178 more lines)
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