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| The War Monsters-Part Six; "Onslaught" | |
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| packmule | May 14 2007, 07:40 PM Post #1 |
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The War Monsters-Part Six-"Onslaught" The civilian research ship Aurora, docked at King's Bay Naval Base, on the coast of Washington "You have no right to detain us!" Dr. Taryn Bauer shouted, she and her brother, Dr. David Bauer, handcuffed by a pair of U.S. Navy base sentries, CDR Jim Powers and LCDR Clifford Mason looking on, standing beside the Aurora, which was docked at pier C of the King's Bay Naval Base. "Goddamnit Powers!" David Bauer hissed, as he was cuffed by the armed sentry. "I want them put in the brig, until further notice. Captain Larssen, you should remain here with your ship. I'll have Commodore Baskin get in touch with you shortly," Powers said crisply. The older, bearded commanding officer of the civilian research ship nodded, and trudged up the brow that connected his ship to the pier. "Petty Officer Griggs, where is the base duty officer?" LCDR Mason asked. "He's at main ops center. He's...been there since...since this whole business started," the youthful-looking third-class petty officer replied. Powers watched as the two scientists, brother and sister, were hauled into a base police van. "Okay. Take me and my two friends here to him," Powers growled. The cold air and stiff wind battered the occupants of the pier. Powers noticed LT Loren Prescott shivering. "Looks like your boss in Washington never bothered to buy you a coat," Jim Powers said, shedding his overcoat and putting it on the dark-eyed brunette, who managed a weak smile. "Sorry Jim," Loren said as Powers handed her a pair of gloves. "No need. Can you get me an extra coat?" Powers asked the sentry. "Yes sir. There's extra ones at the maintenance locker, about a half-mile from the main gate," PO Griggs said crisply. The group walked down the pier, towards the U.S. Navy personnel car. "Ideas Jim?" Mason asked. "What the Bauers said, about using chemicals as weapons. The jet packs," Powers said. The black Navy officer raised an eyebrow. "Those things?" Mason said, blinking, he, Powers and Loren Prescott getting in the Navy car. "We could get closer, be more maneuverable than any Navy or Army helo," Powers said. "Jim, that's insane...sir," Loren Prescott said. "Get us to base ops Griggs, on the double," Powers barked. "Yes sir!" Griggs snapped, the U.S. Navy personnel car screeching out of the pier parking lot. Interstate 32, just outside Kingsport, Washington The two giant, extraterrestrial dinosaurs thundered slowly across the flatlands separating Kingsport from the Pacific ocean. The occupant of a nearby farmhouse, a lone male, aimed his shotgun at the monsters, then, without firing, ran in the opposite direction, dropping the weapon. His change of heart came about because the reddish-skinned Deragon moved towards the farmhouse. A group of horses gathered in an adjacent stable panicked as the leviathan approached, and broke out of their coral, scampering away. The Deragon plowed through the farmhouse, obliterating the one story edifice, pieces of the farmhouse scattering through the air in all directions. A hundred yards away the Galadrosaur plowed through another power line, roaring in anger as several severed power lines whipped downwards onto it's back. The blue-skinned, long-necked monster looked upwards as the U.S. Navy helicopter continued to circle overhead, some three hundred feet above the two enormous, reptilian-like monsters. As the Deragon moved away from the demolished farmhouse it's tail touched off a gas explosion from inside the house wreckage, a severed gas line igniting. What was left of the farmhouse erupted into flames in a loud blast that sent the helicopter overhead veering sharply away from the ascending cloud of smoke. It took another ten minutes for the plodding beasts to reach the outskirts of Kingsport. On a small suspension bridge over the Watakapsee river ten police cars and two Washington State National Guard APC's, armored personnel carriers, were stationed as Kingsport's first line of defense. The police officers, armed with shotguns and machine guns, scrambled into position behind their patrol cars. In the two APC's .50 caliber heavy machine guns roared to life, belching out rounds at the two enormous monsters who peered down at the bridge from about one hundred feet away. The machine gun fire continued as the pair of enormous creatures moved forward. The police opened fire as well, shotguns blazing. The Galadrosaur snapped at the exploding rounds that bounced off it's hide, clearly angered by the painful sting of the weapons fire. The Deragon stepped down into the thirty foot deep basin below the bridge and clamped it's alligator-like jaws on the bridge itself, the local police on the bridge running away from their cars in the opposite direction. The Deragon ripped the central part of the bridge away, four police cars and both APCs tumbling into the river thirty feet below, their occupants screaming in terror as they were carried away by the river's currents. The Galadrosaur's head snaked downwards, the blue-skinned monster taking a police car in it's mouth and hurling it into the river below the damaged bridge. The Galadrosaur stepped down into the basin and splashed slowly through the thirty-five foot deep waters of the Watakapsee River, climbing out of the water and plodding forward, it's tail swatting a police car, the car flying into the river, where the car vanished beneath the onrushing currents. The Deragon was soon beside it's blue-skinned counterpart, both levaiathans thundering ahead, about a half-mile from the town of Kingsport, WA. The U.S. Navy helicopter overhead accelerated ahead of the monsters, and towards the town up ahead. Kings Bay Naval Base, forty-seven miles south of Kingsport, WA Jim Powers and Clifford Mason walked briskly towards the helo pad, Loren Prescott behind them. The U.S. Navy Sprite-class personnel helo's rotors were now turning full blast. "Stay here!" Powers shouted back to Loren Prescott, putting on the white helmet. "Alright! Be careful!" the brunette shouted, kissing Powers on the mouth. "Just reminding you of the reason you want to make it back," Loren shouted. Mason cracked a grin. Powers nodded. "No reminder necessary...not that I minded," Powers shouted. "Commander! I'm getting an alert...the monsters are attacking Kingsport!" the helo pilot shouted from the cockpit. "Shit! Kingsport's only about forty miles from Seattle," Cliff Mason said, looking Jim Powers hard in the eyes. "Get back inside. Do whatever you can to help the duty officer and the base CO!" Powers shouted to Loren Prescott, who touched Power's arm and hustled away from the helicopter. Jim Powers and Clifford Mason stepped up inside the helo, the black Navy officer closing the hatch. "Okay! Get us to Kingsport! Radio the duty officer to send a dispatch to Commodore Baskin: Powers and Mason enroute to targets!" Powers said loudly in the pilot's ear. "Aye Commander!" The helicopter quickly ascended to two hundred feet and accelerated north, towards the town of Kingsport... Kingsport, Washington Several military helicopters buzzed overhead, several hundred feet above the pair of giant, reptilian creatures, who were busy demolishing the city of Kingsport, Washington. Those living in the city that had not actually vacated had gone underground, in various school and government administration building basements, and in the city's small public transit building underground floors. Still, several hundred thrill-seekers scurried throughout the town's streets, trying to film the monsters. The Galadrosaur continued to bash buildings by swinging its long necked head around like a wrecking ball. The Deragon simply plowed through them like some huge battering ram on four giant legs. Fires had started around the rampaging monsters, both 190 foot long, sixty foot tall beasts oblivious to the smoke and flames. One of the helicopters, a U.S. Navy "Sprite", in the air to monitor the movements of the extraterrestrial beasts, ventured too close to the smoke, which was sucked into the chopper's motor. The helicopter nosedived and crashed into the base of the town's main radio tower, the building igniting into a fireball below the wreckage of the downed chopper. About a half dozen Army issue 105 mm howitzers, hastily assembled on the nearby southern foothills of the town's outskirts by the Washington Army National Guard, belched out rounds at the monsters. The shells impacted around the creatures, blasting huge craters in the street. None managed to hit the monsters. The two remaining helicopters, one civilian and one military, banked away, and after a fifteen minute bombardment, the howitzers fell silent. From the west and ocean side of the besieged town two small, fast moving contacts approached the monsters, leaving a gray vapor trail overhead as they entered the airspace over the town... "You know what to do...and Cliff, your pack malfunctions, set down on the coast side!" Powers shouted into his helmet mike, his friend Cliff Mason banking away. Both men approached the monsters at an altitude of one hundred feet, traveling at nearly ninety miles per hour, via the high powered jet packs strapped to their backs. Powers squinted behind his clear safety goggles, the onrush of cold air battering his face. Only about thirty men in the entire world were qualified to use the Air Force designed Type G-VH200 jet packs, which allowed it's user both hover, vertical and horizontal flight at speeds as high as 130 MPH. Powers, like Mason, had to use his left hand to control his aerial movements, and his right hand to fire the miniaturized bazooka, which was attached to the right arm bracket of the pack. Powers and Mason separated and slowed to a hover sixty feet above the monsters. Powers was scared shitless, but managed to squeeze off a small bazooka round downward at the Galadrosaur. The shell impacted along the back of the monster, and blew a car-sized, bloody crater in the monster's skin. The Galadrosaur roared in pain, rearing up on it's back legs, the blue-skinned monster snapping at the figure hovering sixty feet above it's head. Powers moved off, catching a glimpse of his black friend, who fired off a 2.5 inch shell from his pocket bazooka into the Deragon's chest, with similar results, huge chunks of skin and blood erupting from the Deragon's chest under it's head. The red-skinned behemoth roared in pain, and rolled onto its back, plowing into a gas station. It's movements touched off another explosion, this one enormous, as the Esso station's gas pumps all ignited, nearly simultaneously, and then the station's above ground 50,000 gal diesel tank. The explosion burned the Deragon's back, further enraging the monster, which began to take out it's rage on the Galadrosaur. The two injured leviathans began to fight, biting and snapping at each other. The Deragon drove forward, pushing the Galadrosaur backwards, and down a street, cars being kicked aside like toys, telephone poles flattened like sticks. The Deragon and Galadrosaur both fell backwards into one of the last remaining undamaged buildings in Kingsport, the five story Sears building. It took about five seconds for the bulk of the two warring monsters to demolish the edifice, it's windows blowing out, a single electrical surge flashing upwards through the empty rooms of the facility as it was blasted apart in a huge, mushrooming swell of dust and debris. Jim Powers and Cliff Mason moved in above the fighting behemoths, both Navy officers firing again, 2.5 inch mini-bazooka rounds shooting downwards into the two monsters. Both monsters roared again as the bazooka rounds impacted on their heads. Powers and Mason moved off about twenty feet apart, and hovered about two hundred feet away from the creatures, who continued to fight. The Galadrosaur and Deragon repeatedly rose up on their back legs, smashing into each other. The two monsters demolished several more houses as their battle moved away from the town. About a mile way the battle between the monsters reached it's conclusion, the Deragon managing to bite down on the Galadrosaur's neck, nearly severing the monster's neck from the rest of its body. The blue-skinned monster collapsed as frothy blood gouted from it's severe neck wound. The Deragon finished off the other monster by crushing the Galadrosaur's snake-like head under it's huge, clawed foot. The Deragon thundered off, the Galadrosaur dead, it's neck nearly completely ripped from its body, and it's head smashed and flattened to a pulp. The Deragon moved inland, and towards the metropolitan city of Seattle... Washington National Guard mobile command post-just outside Kingsport "Nice flying up there, both of you," Army Lt. Colonel Haynes Brickerman said, an Army sergeant handing both Jim Powers and Cliff Mason cups of coffee. "Thanks Brick," Powers said, shivering. "Sergeant, get these two some coats!" Brickerman barked. "Jesus, look at the town," Mason muttered. Powers found a half-used cigar in his pocket and jammed it into his mouth. "Fatalities, Brick?" Powers asked. "About two hundred, two hundred and fifty...mostly idiots hanging back to try and watch the two creatures in action. We lost the one chopper, and two ground bazooka squads that were deployed in the town," Lieutenant Colonel Brickerman said solemnly, lighting a cigarette, than handing Powers his zippo lighter. "I'm sorry Brick," LCDR Mason said, the black Navy officer said, touching Brickerman's shoulder. "Me, too. Could have been a lot worse. I just heard the President's declared the town a federal disaster area," Brickerman said. "So the news blackout's been lifted?" Jim Powers said hoarsely. "They had to Jim. Two civilian choppers got by us and were filming the goddamn monsters as they marched into town. From what I've heard, the Canadian PM has ordered a general alert for all Canadian ground forces. There's a huge buildup all along the northwest border," Brickerman said. "Can't say I blame them. Status on our packs?" Powers asked. "We're waiting on the fuel containers. They should be here in about twenty minutes. There's more news Jim. One of the monsters is dead-the long-necked, red-colored one. It's carcass is about four miles from here-we've already set up an armed security zone around it. That's the good news," Brickerman said. "And the bad news?" Cliff Mason asked. The Army National Guard officer turned to the black man. "The other one is moving towards Seattle." |
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