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A higher dimension.
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We find ourselves in a mysterious, dark, and unknown place. Suddenly, the room is illuminated, revealing a lush, earthy environment reminiscent of the European Alps. A solitary man, likely of Roman origin, dressed in Legionary armor made of bronze and iron, tumbles down from the sloping edge of an Alpine hill. He steadies himself and tightly grips his steel gladius, despite the blood streaming from his forehead and the layer of regolith that covers him.
It is clear who this man is... Mars, the god of war.
His breath was lost as he kept on panting, while sweat was produced by his skin. His cape was swirling around with the winds of the Alps. As he was glaring down on his enemy, a barbarian whose alias is “Tadpole”
"You're finished, Latin," Tadpole taunted as he descended from a hill 20 meters away from Mars. He brandished a spiked club, twirling it as he approached the God of War.
"God of war? More like a washed-up relic," Tadpole sneered. "You came to lend aid to your fellow Latins, but they were all obliterated by the superior Germanic tribes. You call us barbarians, yet you're the ones acting like one." He stopped his advance and proclaimed, "Now it's time for you to meet your end!"
Mars stood in a defensive stance, picking up his wooden shield for added protection. Tadpole charged forward, but Mars countered by raising his shield to block the club strike. He absorbed the impact, then deftly redirected the club with his shield and slashed at Tadpole's left palm with his gladius. With a swift kick to the shield, Mars pushed Tadpole back a few meters, allowing him to observe his reaction to losing his hand.
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Saturn
in the distant realm of Saturn, the awe-inspiring ring system takes center stage. Composed of frozen chunks of ice and rock, the rings encircle the colossal gas giant in a mesmerizing dance. The intricate details of the rings, crafted by the gravitational pull of Saturn's moons, leave onlookers in wonder at the beauty and majesty of our solar system.
The beauty of Saturn's ring system was suddenly marred by the arrival of a massive fleet of ships, numbering nearly 3.3 million. These vessels, dominated by those manufactured on Pluto by Tadpole orbital shipyards, loomed ominously in the void. Among the fleet were imposing new classes of ships, each capable of carrying vast numbers of Tadpole soldiers and equipped with multiple drop-pods in their bays.
This fleet represented a menacing invasion force, set on occupying Mars as a strategic stronghold within the inner solar system. Despite attempts to stop their advance, the fleet had already suffered losses, reducing their numbers from an initial 4 million. The relentless barrage of human-relativistic weapons, dubbed "mjolnir rounds,"
With engines blazing, the fleet reached a satisfactory speed and prepared to slow down upon reaching the asteroid belt. They made their final descent towards Mars, ready to unleash their full military might upon the unsuspecting planet.
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"Grrr!" Tadpole growled, clutching his injured wrist. But the rush of adrenaline quickly overpowered the pain and he sneered at his opponent, Mars. With a fierce grip on his spiked club, he charged forward and swung it at Mars.
Mars was quick to react, using his wooden shield to block the attack. The shield took the brunt of the impact but began to crack under the force. Mars gritted his teeth as he felt the kinetic energy transfer to his body.
Tadpole saw an opportunity and used it to his advantage, kicking Mars in the stomach and sending him flying. Mars landed on his back and quickly got up, but without his shield, he was vulnerable.
"Good riddance," Tadpole muttered as he smashed the shield to pieces with a stomp. "Now let's have a fair fight!" he shouted, charging at Mars once again.
The two warriors clashed, exchanging blows with their weapons. Mars swung his gladius at high speeds while Tadpole tried to dodge. Although Tadpole managed to dodge some of the strikes, he suffered a cut on his cheek. Undeterred, he charged forward again.
In a final attempt, Tadpole punched Mars in the face with his injured arm and connected with his club. The impact focused on Mars' left side, causing his kidney to be severely ruptured. Despite the pain, Mars immediately composed himself and aimed his gladius forward, ready for the next attack.
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The tadpole fleet passes the thick rings of the belt, before finally entering the Inner solar system. In which, they are now decelerating to mars in a high-enough orbit where their ships would not be faced with the debris and they will start Anti-debris clearing…
Operations start as the tadpoles start to launch anti-debris missiles. These missiles were mostly embedded with magnets and superconductors. And an artificial magnetic field to launch debris away into deep space where they are of no harm.
And after 2 weeks, they have cleared an arm of an orbit as the fleet moves in, and thrusts to a lower orbit..
Detailed cameras were zoomed into the illuminated surface of mars. As we can see, the impact craters were originally from the asteroid. After its impact, it accelerated debris into ballistic courses to the bright side where most military and personnel were stationed.
Most of the debris was intercepted by ground defenses though so little was damaged.
And after a couple moments, the tadpole carriers opened their bays as tons and tons and tons of the same Drop-pods RCS thrust out. With the same RCS now turning the millions of drop pods into a retrograde turn as a retrograde burn is done. This was joined with Aircraft that seemed to be light and re-entry capable. To rule the skies of mars as well.
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Martian shatterdome.
Inside the large extraplanetary military high command. It was chaos as personnel inside were marching while Admirals and Fleet admirals were to remain in the operation room, located almost 10 kilometers deep, where they will direct their forces while assisted by AI to do analysis and suggest the best possible modifications to their strategy.
This is where Fleet admiral Hong came to play as he led the Martian forces. Replacing Fleet admiral Johnson as he was forced by his government to retreat to Luna.
“Has the Air force been mobilized?” Fleet admiral Hong asked as the commander responded clearly.
“Yes sir, this is joined with the army and the remnants of the space-force ground based defense systems. This includes the Iron curtain systems and ABM-77 silos.” Commander jong-xina reports as Hong nods.
“Good, have our remaining 14 million troops set up positions around the citys?” Hong asks once again as commander jong-xina opens a hologram 3d animation of mars spinning. And with multiple check-points appearing and being crossed to be stationed and guarded by active soldiers.
“Most sir, about 80% of the still standing cities. Most of our military strength is focused on the capital and the biggest city in terms of population, Valles marineris City.” Jong Xina said as he decided to add more to his statement.
“Alongside this, is that we were able to activate the Olympus-mons Silos. Composing most of our Nuclear-missile inventory, 20% of the silos though, were no longer of operational use. Setting our nuclear-assets at 50 thousand nuclear missiles.”
“Good, have the air force snipe those drop-ships once they start burning up while in re-entry. Reserve the ABMs and Nuclear football for the ships and if they decide to do Orbital bombardment.” Hong says as all officers arrive at the command room as they direct themselves to their command structure.
“Sir! We got more than 100 million targets burning retrograde! They are ETA for re-entry in 10 minutes.” One of the operators said as his crew was operating all active ground based radar.
“Right, commence Operation Airshow.”...
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The sky of Mars was shown as the winds of iron oxide fly with the wind. We now view the biggest Air Base on mars as we see the ground crew exiting barracks. With there Mass produced EVA suits after refueling and re-arming the Aircraft.
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As said above, hundreds of Aircraft come out, all looking sleek and smooth after coming out of the Underground hangars. The many aircraft coming out were clearly of a fifth generation aircraft design.
The Fifth generation aircraft was distinctly similar to the F22 raptor.
But in all honesty, it practically was. With modifications of course.
The F22X, was a modified F22 series for Mars use. And was modified with CO2 circulating jet engines. Which combusts and compresses Co2 into exhaust, all powered by an internal battery instead of the combustion chamber which utilizes a tank filled with a hyper-efficient derivative of Kerosene. Produced and invented after 40 years in research of clean and efficient combustion fuel.
The F22X also utilizes Composite material in its airframe. Included with titanium-alloys and carbon nanotubes. And can sustain hits from bursts of 30mm shots, it was clear this classified composite was made to withstand russian/Chinese Sukhoi and Mig autocannons.
As for you to wonder why the UN military doesn't usually use its 7th gen(Only 70 exists, stationed on earth) is all for the cost and reliability of them. Too complex and too hard to maintain to achieve something a cheaper 6th or 5th gen can achieve. In which, most 6th generations remain on earth.
Going back to the topic, these hundreds of F22s. All manned go there separate ways and divide into Squadrons to different runways.
We focus on a squadron with a size of 7 as we then flicker to see the inside of the cockpit. Where Call sign Maverick remained. Where he activated his music player as the LED screen pops up with radar signatures everywhere as he connected with the electromagnetic catapult and was launched. Followed up by Squadron as they take to the sky.
“Right, we got some taddies and sharks raining from the sky. Let me put up some music to enjoy our killing spree by launching these hellfires!” Maverick said exclaimingly inside his cockpit by waving his hand up with a fist. With his squadron seeing the gesture from their cockpits and doing the same as Maverick accessed the Web and played a nearly 164 year old song on his digital screen.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yK0P1Bk8Cx4
The music reverberated into their ears as they started banging their heads. Immediately feeling nostalgia even if they weren't born in the 20th century..
Mavericks squadron, alongside other squadrons. Started to communicate with each other and maneuvering, relaying info they found and any visual.
The hundreds of F22s soar through the sky as they are seen ascending from a stationary viewer. Going at subsonic speeds..
“This is AWACs patrol, the Bandits have cleared the upper atmosphere. And has stopped burning through…eh, we also observe the movements of nearly 20% of the supposed drop-pods to be speeding up and releasing tons of thermal….probability of being fast-movers is high..designating them Hostiles.” The E-77 in the Air reported to Mavericks group of hundreds of aircraft consisting of the F22X, F35X, and F15ZX, Su-57s. And Lockheed-Boeing drone fighters. Most coming from other bases as maverick acknowledges the informed message and replies.
“Appreciated AWACs, we will be shortly in range with the Hostiles in ETA 20 seconds.”
“Hostiles have begun in a cruise Maverick, Angels 22. Just 5 Angels above you.”
“Roger that.”
The Mavericks group experiences several blippings on their screens as the AWACs are relaying their view. Maverick locks on at many targets possible as he contacts AWACs.
“Got locked on the Internal and External Hellfires, clear for a shot?”
“They are hostile maverick, don't mess around..”
“Wilco..Over and out”
Maverick cuts communications as his squad grins as they grasp their centre-sticks. The information is relayed to other Call-signs of different squadrons as they lock on the Taddys-aircraft.
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Fox 3, away!" Maverick cried out as he tapped his digital control panel. His hand tightened around the stick as he pressed the trigger and launched one of the exterior missiles. The missile was temporarily guided by Maverick's F22 before the active-radar took over, boosting its speed to Mach 12 as the second-stage rocket motor ignited.
In a coordinated attack, the Hellfire missiles were unleashed in a barrage as they separated from their wing-mounted pods. The enemy aircraft, referred to as "Tadpole aircraft," was caught off-guard, executing defensive maneuvers at high-g-forces to evade the incoming missiles. However, the Hellfire missiles were relentless. Flying through the air, they worked tirelessly to determine the best course of action for striking their targets. Using their cutting-edge software and hardware, they plotted a trajectory that minimized drag and maximized speed, determined to accomplish their mission with ruthless efficiency.
As the missiles closed in, the Tadpole aircraft deployed decoys in a desperate attempt to distract the incoming missiles, but to no avail. The Hellfire missiles closed in and their proximity fuses ignited and detonated with deadly precision. The skies lit up as the enemy aircraft were torn apart, one by one, by the barrage of missiles.
Despite the evolution of material science resulting in larger fragmentation and high-explosive warheads, the barrage was unable to bring down the countless Tadpole aircraft, organized into squadrons and led by a single biological intelligence. This intelligence was linked to a central mother-intelligence, stationed at the rear of the fleet, which oversaw and communicated orders from the orbiting superiors. This was due to their overwhelming numbers in the millions aswell.
With the relentless attack killing thousands, the Tadpole aircraft sprang into action. The biomechanical bays on their aircraft opened, releasing a barrage of missiles that combined both biological and mechanical components. These missiles were slower than Hellfire missiles but were capable of withstanding greater gravitational forces as they hurtled through the air at a speed of Mach-4.
"We've got a lock on! Thousands of missiles locked on, actually!" Maverick shouted, sweating.
"Prepare evasive maneuvers and your decoys and weapons flock! Break formation!" Maverick shouted into his comms. He then began to break from the stable formation, soon joined by his squadron and then his group.
The F22s, Su-57s, Boeing fighter drones, F15s, and F35s break as their hydraulics worked tirelessly to flip and flop the wing-panels to do evasive maneuvers. While deploying chaff-flares and assisted by the petabyte AI.
Many of the aircraft were destroyed, more 70% actually as the remaining 30% managed to get by from the thousands of Tad-missiles by utilizing their internal-retractable AML(Anti-Missile-Laser) Which operated at short ranges of 2 - 5 kilometers.
Only 30 members of Mavericks Squadron remained after the intense battle. As graduates of the TopGun military school on Earth, their survival was a testament to their skills and training.
"What a wild ride that was," one of Maverick's team-mates said as he checked his digital port for radar blips. "They're coming, Maverick. What do we do?"
"Don't worry, Gav. We'll fight until we run out of fuel and ammunition," Maverick replied with determination.
"Our mission is to slow these aliens down so that The Venture can launch and organize its colonists and personnel. Let's make this the fight of a lifetime on Mars, and pray our friends in Mobius 5 and Monarch 3 are holding their own back once they face these things onEarth."
With that, Maverick increased his throttle and opened his weapons bays. "Let's serve our purpose and continue the human race! Oorah!" he shouted, leading his remaining team into battle against the alien fighters. Though they perished in the end, their bravery and sacrifice will be remembered for generations to come.
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The underground command center was briefing the current situation as they listened attentively to the reports from their operators and reporters. The debriefer reported, "At 2pm today, Group Falcon engaged with alien fighter craft over the deserts of Mars. Unfortunately, they were destroyed within 30 minutes. The leader, Maverick, an ace pilot who had taken down 23 terrorist fighter craft, also perished in the dogfight."
Upon hearing the news, Hong was deeply saddened. "Maverick was a close friend of mine from the Air Force before I joined the navy," he said with a wince. But he quickly regained his composure and rallied the troops. "His death will not be in vain. We will fight till the last man on Mars. We must buy time for the Venture Star and destroy these invaders. We will make this the fight of the century and be remembered as the forces of the God of War. Mars!" His speech was met with applause and support from the officers, admirals, and guards in the room.
"Now, please inform me where the invasion force has landed," Hong concluded.
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Tadpole charged forward, swinging his club with ferocity. Mars deftly dodged the attack, despite the pain from his ruptured kidney.
"Come on, you Latin! Let me hit you!" Tadpole shouted as he raised the club for a strike. Mars lost his grip on his gladius as the club crashed down, shattering it.
Tadpole was momentarily triumphant, but that quickly changed as a punch connected with his face, sending blood pouring from his mouth. Mars followed up with a left-hook, knocking Tadpole to the ground. Thinking quickly, Tadpole hurled his club away to avoid mars snatching it and using it on him.
"Here we go!" both warriors shouted in unison as they closed in on each other. The ground shook beneath their feet as the power of their strikes grew closer and closer.
In a moment of pure instinct, they both swung their fists towards each other. The impact of their blows echoed across the battlefield, sending shockwaves through the air.
Mars was the first to take a step back, his hand stinging from the force of the hit. Tadpole, on the other hand, was quick to capitalize on his advantage, following through with a flurry of punches aimed at Mars's midsection.
Mars was able to withstand the initial barrage, but as the blows continued to rain down on him, he started to falter. Tadpole pressed his advantage, raining blows down on Mars with a ferocity that belied his size.
Despite the relentless assault, Mars refused to give up. He managed to gather his strength, and with a roar of determination, he fought back against Tadpole. The two warriors exchanged blows, each determined to come out on top.
For what felt like hours, they battled on, their bodies battered and bruised, but their spirits unbroken. In the end, it was Tadpole who emerged victorious, a fierce determination in his eyes as he raised his fists in triumph.
"You may have won this battle, but the war is far from over," Mars warned, his voice echoing with a sense of foreboding.
Tadpole simply smirked, his chest heaving with the effort of the fight. "Bring it on," he challenged, ready for whatever lay ahead.
Mars smirked as his head hit the alpine grass, his pupils dilating as blood dripped down his face.
Tadpole stumbled as he fell to his knees. The sounds of rushing footsteps filled his ears, and he turned to see his fellow tribe members hurrying towards him. They lifted him up, supporting him as they made their way back to the safety of the camp.
END.