Democracy World Arc, Part XXIWest Bank Palestinian Authority
April 25th, 2011
Sergeant Winters coughed on the air processed by his NBC suit. He carefully searched the blasted, crater-filled desert for any hostiles as he waved the rest of his squad out of their M2 Bradley. He listened for any sounds that might reveal a wounded or hostile soldier, but he heard nothing. The fury of Israel’s nuclear arsenal left none of the combined Egyptian, Syrian and Palestinian forces alive. Only a few charred tanks, crumbling buildings and shrapnel indicated that civilization had once existed there. Winters knew the situation was the apocalyptic same all over Israel and in many parts of Egypt and Syria. The Israelis, their air power somehow negated by the Egyptians, resorted to using their nuclear weapons. To their, and the rest of the world’s, surprise, Egypt struck back.
Walking several paces away from the Bradley, Winters examined the remains what was once a Merkava tank. The nuclear flame had stripped away any mar
Democracy World Arc, Part XXMinzu Hotel, Beijing, PRC
April 7th, 2011
“What do you make of this, Morris?”
Morris carefully read the papers before him. The Americans were accusing China of supplying weapons to North Korea, Egypt and Tunisia. Pictures of American, South Korean and Israeli troops standing next to EMSEL batteries and coilrifles served as proof. Morris almost smiled; his plan was working.
“Deny everything, gentlemen,” Morris advised. “How did they make the connection with our operations here?”
“Their treacherous spies took pictures of the factories,” a Ministry of State Security worker, whose name Morris couldn’t exactly remember, replied. “But their observations do uncover an uncomfortable issue. We are all aware that these weapons did not originate from China. If that is the case, from whom did these rogue states procure these weapons?”
Morris felt the entire assembly staring down at him. Everyone who mattered in the Chinese governmen
Democracy World Arc, Part XIXNorth of the Korean DMZ
April 5th, 2011
Warrant Officer Cho covered his ears as the monstrous Koksan gun roared. Another artillery shell of the Dear Leader was on its way to decapitate the head of the puppet Western imperialist government of the south. The gun crews rushed to place another round in the gargantuan machine. Soon the glorious banner of the Democratic People’s Republic of Korea will fly over the ruins of the capitalist dog city of Seoul.
A monotonous beep called for Cho’s attention. He turned to address the object from which it emitted: a box-like machine, the size of a large crate, made of stamped steel and painted in the green of the Korean People’s Army. Atop the machine, a gun with many wires and flasks connected to it. It was no gun Cho had ever seen before, for it fired not bullets but the mystical energies of Juche. It was another brilliant invention of the Dear Leader, one that would crush the weak capitalist dogs. The gun turned to face its pr
Democracy World Arc, Part XVIIIDepartment of Homeland Security Headquarters, Washington D.C, USA
April 2nd, 2011
“We just snatched this from the CIA. You’re going to love this, Dave.” Catherine threw five sheets of A4 on David Cane’s desk. He thumbed through them. They were printouts; one blurry picture after another of an arms factory. The first three pictures showed parts being set in place by Chinese workers. The last two interested Cane more: pictures of the finished product, next to a QBZ-95. The design was reminiscent of the Barrett M82 crossed with the old bolt-action rifles of ages past. The weapon itself was not much longer than the QBZ-95.
Dave frantically thumbed through some folders he had hiding in his desk drawers. Ever since the WikiLeaks scandal, the DHS has moved to relying less and less on electronics. He found the document he was looking for and slammed it down on the desk. It was a picture taken from Egypt a few days after the massacre. It was even blurrier than the China
Democracy World Arc, Part XVIICentral Military Commission, Beijing, China
March 28th, 2011
“Political power grows out of the barrel of a gun,” Morris quoted, holding up the gun in front of him. The People’s Liberation Army called it the QBU-11 and the weapon in front of the Brigade Leader was the first natively-manufactured coilrifle. Three hundred of the weapons have already been produced, with hundreds more on the way. In exchange for the blueprints and several thousand rounds and power cells, Morris had only asked for two things in return: asylum for himself and his men and thousands of China’s outdated small arms. The Chinese accepted.
“And wouldn’t you agree, gentlemen, that this fine gun is up to the task?” The audience, mostly PLA commanders and Communist Party officials, nodded in agreement. They had all seen the test runs of the QBU-11’s predecessor, the M03. A single round pierced through a Type 58 tank’s armor and had enough kinetic power to turn a pi
The Coalition's Message to the EUPeoples of Europe, the day of your restoration is here! For too long have the Marxist and the Moslem imposed their corrupting influence upon the bastion of free, Christian society! For too long have your corrupt, self-interested leaders sacrificed your national pride at the altar of personal gain! For too long have the incompetent bureaucrats in Brussels self-righteously dictated Europe’s people under their warped ideas of right and wrong! Nations and peoples of Europe, today is the day your glory is restored! You, once rulers of the world, masters of all continents, how could you sit back and accept the travesty of being secondary to one of your own colonies? How could you sit back and let your former subjects corrode your culture from within as your leaders happily let them suckle on the teat of the welfare state? How only unity under an illegitimate empire, unjustly ruling over sovereign peoples under the guise of peace and tolerance, could attempt restore your greatness bu
Counter-Munition InfantryThe idea that the Coalition might eventually have to fight a war of attrition against an enemy that outnumbered them three to one moved the Coalition military to action. Much focus was given to force multipliers, such as energy shielding, OrbitSurface Battle and armored warfare, but some planners working for the Army thought it might be possible to reduce the manpower disparity a bit by using prisoners as cannon fodder. And so the Counter-Munition Infantry was born.
Initially, these conscripts were imagined to wield outdated, surplus arms and fight like a traditional human wave, but the deep-seated paranoia that plagued Coalition society as a whole put an end to such ideas. What if these human waves turned against the Coalition? Their ranks would undoubtedly hold many communist sympathizers, and a CMI unit might have more to gain by turning on the men that armed them. In addition to this, older weapons were needed to supply willing allies and for blackboxing operations. After witnessin
Democracy World Arc, Part XVISubsection A12, Camp Liberty, Columbia III
August 27th, 2746 (WST)
Hazel choked on the dusty air as she was marched up a rickety wooden ramp. She strained her eyes trying to see through the tinted goggles and black burlap sack she had to wear at all times. Only the tugging of the rope tied to her handcuffs told her which direction she should walk in. Hazel had been deprived of sight for almost all fifty-something days the trip from Sol to Columbia had taken. The last thing she remembered seeing was what one fellow prisoner called the Kuiper Belt, right before the "jump.”
The sight deprivation did have its side effects: Hazel’s sense of hearing became much better. She could hear clearly the shuffling feet in front of her, the crashing jackboots of Coalition guards marching close by. In front of her, someone prayed in what Hazel guessed was French, because Napoleon came up multiple times. Behind her, an older man complained about the heat and how easily his skin burned. The m