President Richard (Richard Walker)
6/5/2031,
White house.
Washington DC.
Richard entered the Oval office with A fresh cup of Coffee. He was going to need it just by looking at the Huge pile of paper on his desk. though sneaking suspicion tells him that pile will only get bigger by day's end. He expected this to be a pretty normal day. “Has the Aid package for Colombia been approved yet?” He knew that the Senate is dragging their feet on the deal. But it should be good enough for them to agree on it. They are just trying to make a statement against him, they always do. A knock sounded throughout the room seconds before another aid entered.
“General Mattis is requesting you in the situation room, Mr president.” the Aid stated. “God damn it I just sat down” He muttered to himself. He had just jinxed himself. General Mattis Would not call him into the situation room for something minor. So he should not keep him waiting, before even touching his paperwork he was already dragged away. Really makes him wonder who is in charge of this country.
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Richard took another sip of coffee once he sat down, making sure to take the chair at the end of the long table. “Don't tell me. Another embassy bombing?” Richard deadpanned, unlike his predecessor Richard was a no nonsense leader. That was the reason he was Elected in the first place, well actually one of the 3 reasons, the other 2 is, He won't take American deaths. and most importantly…he isn't elderly, Like his predecessors.
“I am afraid not sir. At approximately 2200 hours we lost signal with USS Wasp around 650km from Guam. Since then for the past 12 hours we have been unable to get back in contact with her.” A shiver ran down Richard’s spine as Mattis finished his little briefing. A ship that large could not disappear due to some rogue wave or any other natural means, without a trace. Meaning it was either something occurred on ship or it was sunk. And Richard could tell everyone was leaning on the ladder.
“At this time we must consider her lost at sea, Put the radius of the search to 200 Nautical Miles. If nothing is found in A week then expand that search to 250.” This would be bad if she was sunk, war is definitely going to be a possibility. And Richard did not want to be the president who started world war 3. But if the Chinese were involved with WASP disappearance, oh there would be hell to pay. “You have 3 days to find anything before I have to tell the public alright” he told the assembled staff in the room. “And you,” Richard pointed to his intelligence advisor, “get me a troop movement of any nations that have A chance they could be involved in this. If there is any movement that coincides with the disappearance of WASP, tell me.” the aid nodded upon hearing that. It was A tall order even for the intelligence agencies. But he knew they could do it. “I expect A report on my desk by tomorrow morning.” Turning his attention back to the paper in front of him. One thing did not sit right with him. If USS Wasp got hit by a torpedo or something. Then why didn't they broadcast for rescue. Jamming military communications is plausible but to jam Emergency Frequency is not allowed. Even Russia would not do something like that…Unless this is A false flag…Just like USS Liberty.
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Sergeant Parker (Lucas parker)
6/5/2031,
USS WASP,
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A fucking Gas Giant. We are now orbiting a fucking Gas Giant, if the Foregin stars werent an good sign. Then the fucking unknown Gas Giant is fucking terrifing. What in the Avatar type shit is this. All they need now is big fucking trees and floating islands, god damnit. It had been hours since Land had been spotted and USS Wasp had been just loitering near the coast much to the annoyance of every Marine on board. Because of this, Parker and his squad, as well as others had been put on combat readiness for like 13 hours now. God damnit why cant shit cool down though it was best if he got it off his mind. So he turned back below deck.
“You dumb fuck, How the fuck would you not know!, Yelled Gunny “you skull must be so fucking thick that 50 cal must fucking bounce off you, dumb shit.”
“What's going on James?” Parker said as he sat beside him.
“I don't know, the Private had been getting decimated by Gunny when I arrived…Is been going on for about 8 minutes now and he is still not done, must have fucked up big time.” James said. But something else took Parker's attention.
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“Thomas, you look less like shit now.” Parker said, which also grabs James attention as he looks in the direction where he is looking. Thomas Approached chuckling Dryly Before giving a sloppy salute and imminently dropping down onto a pile of bags.
“Fuck can I get off this ship yet” Thomas spat out, though it was muffled as he kept his face buried in the bags.
“Don't worry my black fellow, we shall be leaving soon...hopefully.” it's been a bit sense they had sent out some RQ-21 Blackjacks.The Marines Version of the UAV. though he was pretty sure that they just bought it off wish.com, But it works enough. They had even sent up some Navy drones that were on their boat. MQ-8 Firehawks. A Heli Drone that was on their ship for some reason. Either way they have been sent out into the ever growing landscape.
A whistle sounded over the loudspeaker throughout the ship, before the announcer spoke again “All non essential personnel Please make your way to Hanger bay for Assembly…I repeat All non essential personnel Please make your way to Hanger bay for Assembly.” This even stopped the Gunny from completely decimating the poor Private. It seems they might finally have some answer as to what is going on. and what their course of action is in the future.
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“Ladies and gentlemen, Marines,...Sailors, Protectors of Democracy. we find ourselves in an unknown situation. Our Horizon has changed not just in color but in shape. and I'm sure you all noticed what we now dubbed the blackout, you have all been feeling lighter like there is slightly less gravity. We have confirmed this to be true…though do not let this sway you.” Morgan went on. Morgan faltered as he spoke. Morgan steeled himself as realized he had to show that he was not afraid, nor was going to back down to the situation at hand.
“It was not by design nor by choice that we found ourselves in this Situation. And yet, here we stand, because of this let us remember the oath we swore. the promise we made to uphold the ideals of freedom and justice, no matter the challenges we face or the realms we traverse. For though the stars may be different and the sky an unfamiliar hue, our resolve remains unyielding, our commitment unwavering. Colonel Morgan explained, which somehow made the situation feel less daunting. This feeling kept growing as he spoke but yet it was drowned out by the onslaught of negative emotions that flowed through Parker…no flowed through everyone. Despite Morgan's best efforts Morale was plummeting, every hour as the situation started to feel more…well terrifying. It was at this time someone went onto the stage, heading immediately to the Colonel. The Marine whispered to Morgan as he leaned in. Parker Noticed Morgan's eyes widened from whatever the Marine said to him.
“It seems I will have to cut this short. At 9:00pm tonight all personnel who do not work in confined spaces, will have to dawn your M50 field Protective Masks." Almost every Marine in formation groaned upon hearing that. “As for those who will be working within the ship you are to dawn facemasks for the foreseeable future…you are probably wondering why? You have most likely noticed that you may have been coughing a lot lately…we have decided to conduct an air quality scan, only to realize the air has small trace amounts of sulfur. Thankfully the density is small enough where it will take an estimated 4 weeks of constant exposure for it to start causing serious damage. So beware when taking off your Gas Mask or facemask.”
He turned to Parker's platoon as he gave out the current plan. “7th Marine Force Reconnaissance, I know you are missing over half of your element to the point you only have one platoon. But you will be doing as what your name entails. You will be deployed in areas where we believe would be A good landing zone to set up an FOB, once there, scout the area for possible...” Morgan cut himself off as he realized he once again went into briefing mode. “More details will follow later. For the rest of you, standby for orders in the future. for the pilots, expect to be conducting supporting roles for 7th MFR…Dismissed” with that everyone huddled up in their groups as they headed off to their area.
“Fuck yea first in as always” James said after an few seconds of silence, Parker did not respond. but rather Parker headed away from his squad and to his Second Lieutenant…Mark Lanward, The person in charge of his platoon.
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6 Hours Later
The Venom Engines whined as the rotors started to spin. Parker and his squad stood by the tower as they checked over their equipment one last time. It sucked that he had to sacrifice. Sorry, transfer one of his fire teams to Bradford. Due to his squad being down 2 fire teams. The fact a lot of squads were missing men is concerning, they were supposed to meet with the rest of the 5th Marine Expeditionary unit on Camp Marswell in Taiwan. but either way he knew Bradford would not be reckless with his men he was always seen as a cautious Leader. Not saying that's wrong but to hesitate to act will get men killed. Their orders seemed simple: Scout out the beachhead as well as a one 1 kilometer around the area, and then get picked up. Very simple. But as anyone who has been in the military long enough can say. The most simple of plans can be the ones that go wrong just as much as complex plans. But his attention was taken as what looked to be A pilot approaching him.
“Are you Sergeant Parker?” The pilot yelled out as his voice tried to fight back against the sound of the chopper behind him, well multiple choppers, due to the other’s starting their engines as well. Parker nodded as he didn't bother to yell over the chopper’s for such a small response. “I am Corporal Denis. I am the crew chief for Venom 5 callsign State side. If you and your squad will follow me sir we can get going.”
The Crew Chief directed his squad to the venom. At this moment it finally set in. command is literally using his squad to test the waters in this foreign territory. If we die they would call it off and try again elsewhere. Parker once again looked up to the blue gas Giant above. “I don't remember any of this shit in the bible.” he spoke to himself as he sat down and strapped himself in. He looked once more to his squad as they strapped in as well Before he looked back to the gas giant.
“This is all A fucking fever dream, its gotta be.”