Location: Reichstag, Berlin
Date: December 2nd, 1941
Time: 1000
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A messenger runs into Adolf Hitler's Office.
(In German) "My Leader, our submarines in the Atlantic have reported that no American ships have been spotted! They think the Americans gave up!"
(In German) "Well, just because they haven't seen a single American ship doesn't mean they gave up. The Americans are stubborn and they will keep trying."
A second messenger runs into Hitler's Office.
(In German) "My Leader, an unknown fleet is about 40 miles off the coast of Britain! The submarine that spotted the fleet is awaiting further instructions on how to proceed!"
"Tell them to sink those boats, they are obviously not ours."
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Location: Guam, United States of America
Date December 2nd, 2053
Time: 1000
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Alarms ring around the Joint Naval-Air base in Guam. An unknown fleet of ships has been detected on RADAR, sailing directly East.
An E-2 Hawkeye starts it's engines and rumbles down the runway, it's huge RADAR Disc starts to spin. The plane gains enough speed for it's wings to produce lift, letting the plane fly into the air.
Not long after, 2 F-22/A Super Raptors race down the runway, taking flight and maneuvers to the port and starboard side of the Hawkeye to be it's escorts.
Almost immediately after the AWACS plane turned it's RADAR on, 4 unknown aircraft are detected, flying directly to Guam.
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Location: 35 miles West of Britain, USS Gerald R. Ford
Date: December 2nd, 2053
Time: 1200
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The USS Gerald R. Ford's sonar detected that a submarine was shadowing the fleet, however, Admiral James T. Jackson dismissed it as a Russian submarine trying to mess with an American fleet.
"Admiral, the submarine is surfacing, how to proceed?"
"Leave it be, let's not start a war."
"Uhhh, sir? I think the sub fired a torpedo at us."
Ping.........Ping.........Ping.........
"Shit! Helmsman, Evasive Maneuvers!"
"Aye Aye, sir! Evasive Maneuvers!"
Ping......Ping...Ping.Ping!
The torpedo harmlessly passes the Carrier, before detonating at it's range 30 miles away.
"Someone blow that damn thing out of the goddamn water! NOW!"
"Yes Sir!"
*Captain John of the USS Alaska, Admiral wants you to blow that sub up.*
*Copy, arming torpedoes now!*
Onboard the USS Alaska
"Load Torpedo Tube 1!"
"Tube Loaded! Ready to fire!"
"Firing in 3... 2... 1... torpedo away! Torpedo away!"
The unknown submarine blows up after a torpedo hit it, killing all of its crew.
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Location: Oval Office, Washington D.C.
Date: December 3rd, 2053
Time: 0900
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"Mr President, we've managed to connect with the remaining satellites, as well as rebooting NORAD and linking it back to the system."
"Thank God. Now, what about our allies?"
"Still no contact. However, the USS Gerald R. Ford strike group was attacked by an unidentified submarine. Thankfully, the fleet is unscathed."
"Where is that fleet right now?"
"Currently off the British Coast."
"Tell them to contact the Brits."
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Alright, another one down. Upload are gonna be slower as I have schoolwork that I'm pushing aside. Wish me luck.
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The Displaced Eagle
FanfictionIt is 2053, just after the Presidential Elections, and life in America is peaceful. Violence has dropped significantly since 2020, and prices are at an all time low. However, a mysterious light appears over the nation, before vanishing without a tr...
