Atomic weapons tore through the Allanean fleet, some ships outright evaporated by the strike, others damaged and overturned. Those standing on the decks of the Allanean ships – assuming they were not immediately blinded by the atomic blasts – would behold a terrible scene indeed as they saw the majestic carriers of the fleet tipped sideways, aircraft thrown off into the sea. Within minutes over a hundred ships were either lost or damaged to such a point that they had to be scuttled by the crews.
Grey, poisonous fog rose from the surface of the sea as the warships and aircraft carriers sank, their reactor coolant venting into the once-pristine waters. Support ships and oil tankers sank too, hundreds of tonnes of flaming oil creating massive patches of fire and smoke on the Drackonisian sea.
And now, ringing over the battle line, came the voice of Alexander Kazansky – broadcasted among every Drackonisan frequency:
Emperor of Drackonisa!
This is Kazansky speaking. By now you understand, of course, my plan. I have deliberately distracted your fleet in battle so it could not have formed a barrier to protect Heaven's Gate – with its air defense cruisers or carriers, for example. My presence on the fleet was, by itself, a distraction. It was designed to make you think that the fleet was in itself the most important line of attack.
It never was. By now it is too late. Even now, the elevator is tilting towards your nation. The tsunami races towards your ships and your continent. This is, by the by, why I stayed this far from the fray – the tsunami is far more dangerous to your warships than mine.
You were doomed, Emperor – you and the Drackonisans were doomed before your ships even made it out to sea. You were doomed by your own arrogance – the same arrogance that had led you to enslave other sapient beings. Indeed even this speech is a distraction – a distraction from the fact the final stage of my attack is even now inbound.
And now,
knowing this,
die.
Even as last words of the speech still hung in the air, hundreds – indeed thousands - of Dawnbreaker ICBMs screamed down upon Drackonisa, followed by nuclear-armed Kh-555 missiles from fleet submarines and the air armada. They were aimed at Drackonisan submarine pens, control bases, and ICBM silos. Godrods rained down from Allanea's satellite fleet, aimed at the still-static Drackonisan fleet.
The re-entry vehicles screamed down from the skies like blue lightning bolts, peppering the nation with thousands of impacts. Even as the elevator parts were still screaming towards the earth, the merciless roar of explosions rose from the Drackonisan continent. The strikes were aimed primarily at military bases and compounds, preventing an enemy counterattack – but there was no doubt there would be collateral damage.
The cruise missiles, slow and ponderous compared to their larger sisters, would strike only after the elevators fell – merely finishing off what remained of the Drackonisian strategic potential.
The war was nearly over.
OOC: I'm giving LG and Menelmacar a chance to contribute and then I'll post a nice concluding post.
