"You don't have to do this. There must be another way."
"No. Most of what we have is reduced to ashes or held be the Americans. We must not let them win decisively. They will never take my Father's great city."
"You're dooming us all, sir. We can never win."
"I am aware. We just have to make sure that they don't, either, General. Do it, and we will be remembered as Martyrs, they as Tyrants."
As he pushed the button authorizing the launch, he felt a certain calm fight back the initial dread. He would almost certainly die engulfed by white light and flame instead of at the end of a muzzle now. Despite the peace, as the first missile went up, a single tear crawled down.
"And in response to the so-far successful Coalition invasion, North Korean leader Kim Jong Un has fired 20 Intercontinental Ballistic Missiles at various allied cities. China, Iran, and Russia are already justifying the launch and promising support against an angry US..."
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Original Shorts
Science FictionThree short responses to a roll thread on /x/ from a long time ago. After the first three are five that I wrote out of the blue during the winter of 2013. Pick the one that interests you most, they can all be read as individuals.
