12-02-2025, 03:00 AM
Quote:[Likatonian Countryside, August 9th, 5612]
Borovich and his crew checked the systems a last time. Coordinates locked in, Kaliburg, Port Swede, missile diagnostics all check out, preliminary launch sequences verified and prepared. He radioed in "All systems battery 1 are go"...seconds later replies came in; "Battery 2 ready", "Battery 3 confirmed", however battery 4 didnt reply. "Battery 4 do you copy, are systems go?"
The radio crackled back, "we're uh, having some issues here. The diagnostics report improper loading sequencing, we're not sure if its safe for launch." God damn, this was not the time. "Battery 4 i've checked your system thrice over, its probably the banged up computer again, if hitting it with the crowbar didn't work its just bugging out, proceed with your launch, thats an order.", "Battery 4...copy...preparing"
Borovich gulped, he knew full well what toxic payload was loaded in these rockets of liquid death, whoever the victims were would burn in 3000 degrees of white hellfire. There could be kids there, families...He shook his head. He had to fire, if it wasn't them it'd be his own head, and likely life sentences of penal labor for his own family. Borovich took a slow breath and hovered his hand over the launch key. "All crews prepare for launch." The missile creaked and metal gears whined as the 3,500 kg rocket slowly arched upward till upright. Borovich held his radio palms sweating..."battery 1.....launching!" He turned the key, and immediately plugged his ears as a roar that threatened to deafen him emerged, and after a 20 seconds passed, he looked up and saw the rocket hurling into the sky.
Suddenly he jolted his head to the right as he heard a loud boom. 800 meters off a huge plume of white burning phosphorous and gas coated the field battery 4 had been in and it began drifting yellow smoke towards him. "Gas!!" The crew immediately sealed themselves in the vehicle and placed their rubber masks on without a hitch. The radio was a garbled mess of static and blood curdling screaming. Borovich was sweating bullets, thank god his own rocket hadn't imploded on itself, he knew they were volatile but this...his thoughts drifted to the civilians that were bound to suffer the same fate, and he crossed himself praying god would forgive him for this.