[ooc]What follows are stories from Oceania's past.[/ooc]
8 Dec 1941
Adamstown, British New Indies, Commonwealth of Azazia
Nobody heard the droning.
It started as a whisper over the waves crashing against the Blakestown harbour breakwater. In the east, somewhere towards the Legazpian coast, the sun would soon rise. The golden morning sun would then reflect off the calm, turquoise waters of the harbour. And then they would illuminate the whitish-grey hulls of the long-hulled warships resting at anchor.
Nobody heard the droning.
The whisper became a buzz over the kettles starting to hiss and whistle on the hot stove tops in bungalows and apartments littering the palm-shaded streets. Paperboys tossed the morning dailies onto the doorsteps as men and women in bathrobes stepped into the brisk but not frigid winter morning. Soon, the hissing and whistling would cease as water would pour over the loose tea leaves gathered in the pots on kitchen tables.
Nobody heard the droning.
The buzz became a low drone over the roosters and chickens cooing, crowing, and squawking in the sand-dusted streets of residential Adamstown. The birds owned the streets during the day, for the feral cats that owned the night were now settling down for sleep. And as the sun began to drag itself up over the horizon, the roosters and chickens began to play chicken with the automobiles and streetcars beginning to rumble to life.
Nobody heard the droning.
The droning became a rumble on the far side, the western side, of the island away from Adamstown. The morning sun reflected off a swarm of insects now rising from the west while local trawlers shoved off from the docks along the coast. Palms swayed in the morning breeze while commuters began their slow trek to work in Adamstown, on the other side of the volcanos that dominated the island.
Nobody heard the droning.
The rumble became horror. The first insects raced over the shoreline, above the heads of civilians, seaman, and soldiers on their way to work. The astute and the awake noticed not the roundel of the Commonwealth of Azazia but the red sun of the Imperial Japanese Navy.
Nobody heard the droning.
But all heard the whistle of the falling bombs. One group of Japanese bombers raced through the valleys across the centre of the island while another swung around from the north. The Royal Navy sat silent, at anchor, as the first wave dropped their ordnance unopposed.
Adamstown hosted the 4th Destroyer Squadron along with the cruisers Georgetown and Chatham and a few smaller warships. The Georgetown, an older ship set to be scrapped in the new year, suffered a bomb through her midsection. Witnesses ashore would later swear that the bomb fell down into her number three funnel. In all likelihood, it just missed for the detonation ignited, rather ironically, anti-aircraft shells improperly stowed. The resulting fire swept through the ship and within minutes a fireball engulfed the ship.
The Chatham lumbered to life, her anti-aircraft guns piercing the morning sky, bringing down several of the attackers. However, one torpedo bomber dropped a single torpedo that slammed into the Chatham's rudder. The cruiser, locked into a hurried turn to port to escape the harbour, became locked into her course and quickly ran into the opening in the breakwater. She blocked all but two of the destroyers from escaping the harbour, locking the fish in the barrel.
Within the hour, the western-most presence of the Royal Navy in the Home Islands was destroyed. Unbeknownst to the commanders at Adamstown, the Japanese Navy was systematically destroying the western-most outposts of the Royal Navy. Carrier-borne bombers struck the naval bases at Adamstown, Caliz, and Porto Viseu and sank all but one of the Royal Navy's six cruisers. The only battleship, the HMS Azazia, was sunk in Porto Viseu. Airbases in the same cities along with Wakamaru, Sao Felix, and Port Dixon were also struck with dozens of aircraft were destroyed.
Nobody heard the droning.
By noon, the droning became a silence punctuated only by secondary explosions, sirens, and the moans of the dying and crying of the living for the dead. The war in the Pacific had begun and the Commonwealth of Azazia was crippled; the darkest days were yet to come.