Hells Bells

Abrupt Testing 2

"High fly, High tide. The enemy can't foresee our watchful eye."

Orbital 6th Recon Moto.

March 15th, 2025. Low Orbit Over Tokyo, Dimension Mato.

(Originally written in 2022)

COMET1: The monsters broke through the AMCs first line of defense and are currently moving into residential areas.

The space going jets maneuver through the pitch abyss, with the only light coming from the planet below. Above them the aircraft carrier Uss Langley, sits motionless keeping a watchful eye over the group.

ODIN: Copy that Comet 1, how's the area over the second line?

The modified Blackbird moves over the second line, with its escorts flying close by.

COMET1: Uh, I'm seeing light action across the line, with heavy fighting near the diet building and police headquarters.

The radio falls silent.

COMET1: Odin, I'm seeing a bright light coming towards us, is there any—

The communication cuts off. The screen shows Comet 1 and escort Angel 6 go offline.

ODIN: Angel 5, what happened?

The radio comes back with heavy breathing.

ANGEL5: Comet just got shot out of the sky, along with Angel 6... My cockpits losing pressure, O—

The radio communication ceases.

ODIN: Langley, we lost contact with 6th recon, can you fill us in on what the hell happened?

LANGLEY: A beam of white light came from the surface striking 6th recon. The light seemed to have come from Tokyo,

ODIN: Langley, put a strike group on standby, await further orders.

LANGLEY: Copy.

Tokyo, Japanese Empire.

A two headed abomination falls to the ground lifeless with air escaping it's dilapidated corpse.

MIZAKI: That's the last of them, let's regroup with the chief

Mizaki starts to move before noticing Yinson wasn't following her.

MIZAKI: Yinson, let's go.

Yinson doesn't acknowledge her, keeping her gaze up at the sky.

MIZAKI: Yinson, what the hell are you looking at?

YINSON: Where did the beam go, the chief shot?

MIZAKI: She shot it at some massive flying monster, now what are you looking at?

Mizaki moves beside Yinson and looks up, her face quickly filling with horror.

YINSON: I think the chief hit something other than the monster.

Aircraft debris starts to fall from the sky, coming down like miniature comets, striking the ground and littering the battlefield.

San Francisco Bay, Base Mato. 2 and Half Hours after Comet struck down

Mac watches the screen intensely, as the test starts to get under way. Missile artillery tanks travel across the base's airfield. Setting up positions on the north end of it, with a set of highlights further near the beach marking out the already set up shore batteries. The imagery then switches to the bay area, highlighting the many ships choking up the sea lanes. From majestic dreadnoughts and battleships, to rinky dink tug boats equipped for combat scenarios.