Army of Freedom: Nukes Unleashed, Chapter 4

[Army of Freedom]

OOC: This is the thread where we'll be RPing events in Army of Freedom nations during the nuclear war. Do not post unless you are in the Army of Freedom, have permission from us, or are a moderator doing your job.

• Nukes Unleashed, the original (N-Day²)
• Nukes Unleashed, the sequel (N-Day³)
• Nukes Unleashed, the sequel's sequel (N-Day⁴)

[New Waldensia]

T minus 85 hours...

Alarm bells were going off. Staff rushed about in the hallways, scurrying to their posts.

"Would somebody tell me what the heck is going on here?" barked a general to nobody in particular. "They're mobilizing their nuclear platforms, sir!" shouted an orderly.

"Get the President on the phone. Mobilize all forces NOW! We must be prepared for whatever is coming!" shouted the general.

Through the window, a serene scene was visible. Fall air was descending on the area, and a faint hint of color was beginning to show in the forest. Birds were flitting about, while whispy clouds floated in the sky. Not far from here, schoolchildren were playing outside, their laughter and voices just a part of the hum of the peaceful community.

All of that would change in a matter of hours.

[Attancia]

T minus 14 hours...

Attancia's Nuclear Silos at port Maximillian were buzzing with activity--radioactivity. As the early morning mist began to rise, a glow of red could be seen over the horizon. The deafening screech of alarms could be heard all across the small base. However, the sound of that screech was soon to be replaced by the terrible roaring of a test missile flying off into the distance.

A siren blared out suddenly "All personnel are to report to command base immediately. Clear the area." The sound of rushing soldiers could be heard as the blaze on the horizon got larger and more powerful.

The glow greatened and greatened as the roar of the missile grew louder and louder. The command base marvelled at the sight. Soon, thousands more like this would be dumping themselves into enemy nations. Soon.

[Npc West Florida]

T minus 1 hour
The NPC west Floridian command bunker was in disarray. A rumor was spreading throughout the country that the nuclear arms treaty, which was signed a year ago before the grand Republic was first envisioned by the President, has been declared null by the Majority of the nations. President Donald Trump of course, immediately began to promise fire and fury on our enemies.

In preparation for the war that will surely by more devastating then most the high command has ordered the country evacuated to a system of catacombs under most cities in the republic.

[Fluvannia]

T-minus 10 minutes

Fluvannia Air Force Lt. General Brüster strode into the command bunker at the Piedmont Subterranean Command Center. As headquarters for the Fluvannia Radar Defense Command (FRADCOM), the PSCC had been on high alert for several days. Intelligence reports indicated that several nations hostile to Fluvannia were planning a first-strike nuclear attack, and it fell to Lt. Gen. Brüster both to try and intercept any such attack, and to retaliate at the same time.

One of the captains overseeing a crew of specialists noticed Brüster's arrival, and more importantly, the three gold rosettes on his epaulettes, indicative of a Lt. General in the Fluvannian Army and Air Force. "Ten-HUT!" Behinds flew out of seats as if recipients of an electric shock, their owners snapping to attention.

"As you were!" came Brüster's sharp response. As important as formalities were to the military, this was no time for distractions. The console of the Ballistic Interception and General Missile/Aerospace Computer -- the semi-automated computer network responsible for assisting FRADCOM with its duties, especially with respect to early detection and anti-missile targeting calculations -- was more lit up than Brüster had ever seen it. "Get me Rear Admiral Karafujen on the line. Maybe the Crown Prince on another." Karafujen was essentially Brüster's Navy counterpart, but one equivalent rank lower, and therefore subordinate in FRADCOM's overall joint command, the Joint Forces Missile Defense.

"Yes sir, all set down here," came Karafujen's reply to Brüster's inquiry. The Navy had [CLASSIFIED] nuclear-powered and nuclear-armed Manitowoc-class submarines stationed throughout the Thessian Ocean. With [CALSSIFIED] Spiculum missiles on each sub, each capable of roughly 1100 kt yield, each submarine carried enough payload to turn a significant chunk of the planet to glass.

Then the BIGMAC console lit up even more.