The Revolution
#1 of The Revolution
So I commandeered a computer and an empty afternoon so here I go with a new story (that I actually have motivation to write.)
Characters:
Main-
Furdel: Grey and Black Tabby with traces of orange. Co-Leader of the revolution, Vice-Admiral in the US Navy. From Arkansas.
Marshal: Golden Orange cat, Co-Leader of the revolution, Brigadier General in the US Army. From Iowa.
Sorensky: Black and white Siberian Husky. Commander of Bloc Forces in the Western hemisphere. Member of Spetsnaz. From Moscow, Russia.
Pavlov: Dark black Russian Blue cat. Ruler of the Western NATO members (US and Canada). From St. Petersburg, Russia.
Support-
Calayana: Marshal's wife. White Siamese. From Indonesian Island.
Preacher: Orange American Shortail. US Marine. Radio and Tech guy of the resistance. Friend of Furdel, Maniac and Badger. From Arkansas.
Badger: A Badger. Petty Officer in the US Navy. Field tech guy, assistant and friend of Furdel, Maniac and Preacher. From Arkansas.
Maniac: Hyena. Nuclear engineer, former Navy engineer. Great with explosives. Lost part of his ear "playing" with dynamite. Friend of Furdel, Badger and Preacher. From Arkansas.
Furdel opened up the door of his Texas ranch. He took a deep breath of air and looked over the dark hill. The first rays of sunshine were peeking over the hills behind his house. He ran inside and grabbed a glass of sweet tea and a piece of bacon. He sat down on one of his chairs and watched the sunrise. After the sun had risen, he went back inside to get ready for the day. He clicked on the old FM radio to listen to the local news and weather as he got ready. Right as he was about to head out, he decided to pack a lunch. 'Figure I'll be out there for a while. Might as well not waste time'. He hopped on his ATV and rode to his barn, ready to hop onto the tractor and start the days work. He kicked it on and heard the crackle of the CB.
"Yo*zzzzz*hear that Blue Anchor?"
"*zzzz*fuck that*zzzz* I *zzz* se*zzzzzzzz* it *ZZZZ*"
"*Zzz* Red Rider, they appear to be headed towards Dallas! *zzzz*
Furdel grabbed his radio. "Blue Anchor, Red Rider, This is Shady Mountain, whats going on, over?"
"*zzz* Shady Mountain, some sorta jet here is *zzzz* flying fast *zzz* FUCK THERE'S AN EXPLOSION IN DALLAS! *Zzzzzzzz*"
With that the chatter broke into chaos as people yelled about getting out of there and reports of the explosion. Furdel turned the radio from CB to FM and listened as the reports rolled in.
Canada hit by Spetznaz and Russian army. US Navy and Canadian Navy reporting heavy Russian activity, engaging. Eastern Europe wiped out, heavy fighting in Germany and France between Russian Federation and European militaries. The Second Marine Expeditionary Unit, US Air force Europe and US Army Europe engaging. Korea and Japan are lost. Heavy fighting in Australia. Asia has unified, India the exception. Israel fighting off Russian elements in Syria and Iraq, with Iran opposing. Egypt has closed the Suez, fighting the Russians. North Africa in heavy fighting. Sub-Saharan Africa and South America untouched. Caribbean Islands gearing for war with small militaries. Eastern Seaboard and Western coast heavily hit.Canadian Army reports they can hold for just long enough for the US to mobilize Militias, Military. President calling for all State and Local Militias to register with National Guard to avoid friendly fire. Panic everywhere.
Furdel turned off the tractor and hopped back onto his ATV and hit full throttle back to his house. That was when he heard the sirens. Old sirens from the 1950's, designed for a nuclear attack warning. They now served a new purpose: To warn everyone of an invasion. He made it back to his house in under a minute and jumped off his vehicle. He raced to his garage where he hopped in his Black '49 Chevy Coupe. He cranked it up and opened the bomb shelter inside the mountain. He backed it in, the put his Koenigsegg ccxr and Hummer in as well. Closing the shelter, he ran into his house, grabbed his survival bag, his AR, and his military gear, and threw it in the back of his F-350, and tore off towards Dallas. His phone rang. Not good. NO ONE called him. Ever. He checked caller ID, to see it was a conference call with Marshal. He promptly answered.
"Yello?"
"Good, he's here. Mr. President, Patrius, Cheifs, Let's get one thing absolutely clear: There is no pussy-footing around. We are facing a full scale invasion. Red Dawn? Multiply it by three. Spetznaz made precise attacks on Canadian leadership. They have no chain of command. It's grunts and junior officers leading the fight up there. They will not hold on for long. Period. I recommend an IMMEDIATE counter-attack, utilizing ALL of our ICBM's. Minutemen, Titan's WHATEVER IN THE HELL WE HAVE. Send B-52's to assist Canada. B-2's and B-21's doing runs over their supply routes. ICBM's: Swarm them to Moscow, Tula, St. Petersburg. Fuck civilian casualties. This is WW2 on 100 years of military steroids."
"With all due respect, General, I cannot authorize that, we need Congress, we need-"
"With all due respect, Mr. President, Donahue is correct. I appreciate the constitution, but this is the ONE TIME that the constitution NEEDS to be bypassed. Our seaboards are collapsing , our allies are relying on us. WE MUST TAKE IMMEDIATE ACTION!" Furdel recognized Marshal's pissed off voice.He pieced together what was going on. He broke through the yelling and anger.
" MISTER PRESIDENT, OUR BORDERS ARE BEING DEMOLISHED, FUCKING DALLAS, DALLAS, WAS HIT IN FRONT OF MY EYES. MIG-35's ARE SWARMING OVER MY HEAD, BLOWING THE SHIT OUT OF EVERYTHING. IF WE DO NOT MOBILIZE AND STRIKE IMMEDIATELY THERE WILL BE NO NATION LEFT TO UPHOLD THE CONSTITUTION! DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME?!" The lines went silent. He heard a crackly explosion over one line. Looking at his phone, he saw the Cheifs of Staff disconnect.
"Mr. President, _ NOW!" _
There was a brief pause.
"All systems go. Initiate Operation: Titanium." With that, the President abruptly disconnected. Furdel waited for a minute.
"Marshal?"
"Yes Furdel?"
"Where were the JCS?"
"In a convoy towards the PEOC, where the POTUS hopefully is. We are all that's left. Looking out my apartment, there is no White House, Capitol or Pentagon. They're gone. We're in command."
"Fuck."