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The four Service Chiefs were given various seats in the Oval Office. Mamatmas was fully dressed with formal suit and tie, sitting silently at his desk with a cup of coffee partially finished. Finally, after a few minutes, the door opened once more and a large tan-skinned Marine officer walked in, a black case handcuffed to his wrist. He walked up to the desk and placed the case before Mamatmas. Mamatmas nodded at the man and took a key out of the drawer to uncuff the case from his wrist. Mamatmas now looked to his assembled military chiefs. "No other way?"
They all shook their heads.
Mamatmas nodded once more and opened the case. It was a briefcase computer, mostly it's security devices with a transmitter system and database. The screen flipped on. "Begin Identification Procedures
," a slightly feminine voice stated, matching the text on the screen.
Mamatmas placed his hand on the scanner and looked forward into the screen. A small light briefly ran over his eyes. "Kilo Echo Sierra Tango Zulu."
A few other systems processed. One by one the screen displayed lines of text that flashed green. Retinas: match.
Mass: 99.993% match.
Bioelectrics: 99.9999% match.
Then a final line. Identity confirmed: Mamatmas, Nicolas - POTAN.
The electronic voice spoke once more. "Identify confirmed. Strategic Command Authority is now online
Mamatmas swallowed. He took out a preprinted order authorizing the commencement of a Shiva attack. Taking a pen in his right hand, he placed his signature on the line at the bottom. "Strategic Command, this is President Mamatmas. I hereby authorize the implementation of a Shiva operation on the Dominion. Please implement Shiva-Dominion immediately."
There was a momentary delay. The screen went to waiting status for a moment. And then the screen reactivated with new text, read by the artificial voice system in the black case.
"Transmitting launch codes now
And so it was done.Sanders AFB, Ju'ritan, ADN Gamma Quadrant Occupation Zone
Universe Designate ST-3
Seated in his office in the expansive prefab facilities that controlled Sanders AFB, home to the 110th Strategic Bomber Wing, Air Commodore Ryan Sheppard was toking on one of his favored cigars when he got the call. He nearly ran the short trip to the base command room, and when he arrived he bellowed, "The code! Is it authenticated?!"
A honey-haired, moon-faced cutie with Chief Technician rank insignia stood from her chair and handed Commodore Sheppard the incoming order and authentication code. The two sets of alphanumeric digits, sixteen digits long, matched up perfectly. Sheppard lowered the PDA device and picked up a mic to speak over the base PDA. As the base's alert klaxons screamed, his voice carried over the entire base, instantly recognizable to most present: "Attention, this is not a drill! We have confirmed orders for Shiva! I repeat, this is not a drill. I want all bombers armed and in vacuum immediately!"
Squadron Leader Tiffany MacClintock's 555th Strategic Bomber Squadron (Triple Nickel Squadron) was the first ready, already on standby to join the 19th Group's bombers that had been in space at the time of the Go order. With careful skill "Tiff" MacClintock maneuvered the SB-1 stealth strategic bomber she had dubbed the Iron Bitch of Ju'ritan
onto one of Sanders AFB's runways. The engines fired and the great aerospace craft moved forward, gathering speed as it rolled along the tarmac runway until it had gained enough speed to lift off. It gained altitude minute after minute, Tiff pushing the Iron Bitch
as fast as she dared, until the time came to switch the engines to the subluminal impulse drives. The bomber gained orbit rapidly - compared to it's earlier ascent - and waited for the other nineteen bombers of the Triple Nickel Squadron.
The SB-1s - dubbed the LeMay
- were pitch black. The black material that coated the craft was a special absorbant that made the bomber stealthy even without the Emissions Cloaking System (ECS) turned on. When it was flipped on, a ripple seemed to cover the bomber and then obscure it, shifting light around the shape of the ECS field as it protected the bomber from detection relating to it's emissions, electronic and otherwise. With this degree of stealth, even the most advanced sensor suites would have only the slightest chance of detecting their arrival in a solar system before they fired their impulse boosters in such range that their powerful Ragnarok missiles - three per booster - would be showering warheads on their targets before enemy defenses could react to the sudden sensor contacts.
The Triple Nickel now received it's target information. They moved into formation and, with time-honed precision, initiated their new Boeing-McDonnell UL100 Cochrane space-warp drives, racing off at over ten light years an hour toward their target in the Dominion Core.DNS Haakon Svegard, Dominion Inner Core
Captain Michael Walton remained seated, as he usually did on a Conn watch, observing his crew operating in the partial darkness of a stealth "boomer" rigged for quiet running (a euphemism, apparently meaningless in space, that came from the old wet navy submariners that most strike ships considered to be their direct predecessors; it meant that the ship's emissions were carefully regulated to avoid detection.). The ship's reactors were dialed down and the ship at standby for combat alert due to the encounter an hour ago with a Jem'Hadar patrol that peeked a little too closely in the area for Walton's comfort. Their "anti-proton" scans could penetrate the "cloaking field" of a ship with active ECS (Emissions Cloaking System) under ideal circumstances, but the hull of the Haakon Svegard
was specially made to "absorb" even those types of scans, though he personally didn't know how that worked from the science point of view; he just knew it kept him and his crew alive.
The light from the holographic representation of his Typhoon
-class stealth strategic strike ship, sixth ship of the third flight of SSB (Stealth Strike Ship, Strategic Missile), shined on his dark skin as he checked on the status of repair for a malfunctioning fuse in the ship's lower right section. Though it wasn't important, Walton was a cautious man and preferred to stay on top of such things.
The peace was broken by a series of beeps coming from overhead. A single display in the Conn lit up, showing the letters "EAM" prominently. At the same time, a female voice with a German accent came over the ship PA. "Conn, Radio, we are receiving ELF burst, Emergency Action Message from Strategic Command Authority, authorizing strategic missile launch."
Walton picked up the mic above his chair and replied, in a deep baritone, "Man Battlestations Missile, this is the Captain, set Condition 1SQ, spin up missiles one through six and sixteen through twenty-two." Afterwards he immediately headed off to get his launch key, the XO echoing his order as he did so.
At that time the ship's crew suddenly jolted to attention, running to their stations under the klaxon call of a General Alert, as the ship's Communicator, Lt. James Rockwell, was joined by a junior officer of the watch, Lt. Theresa O'Lear, in the compartment off the Conn where the launch verification keys were kept. Each junior officer on the ship knew just one individual passcode for the twin locks, which were set so that two were required - allowing any combination of two junior officers to be used in the verification process, for which they were all trained.
By this point, the Svegard
's Weapons Officer, Lt. Cmdr. Roger Huntingdon, had made his way to Missile Control (MCC), where he retrieved his own launch key; a joystick button that connected by cable directly to the Missile Fire Control System. Here he waited, the system at the ready.
The two lieutenants had swiftly acquired the launch code keys from the safe and returned to the Conn, where they were soon joined by Captain Walton and the XO, Commander Karl Newman. A printer on the bridge printed out a paper of the official order received by the Radio division, forestalling the need for Walton to walk to Radio for such a thing. Taking it in one hand, Walton held it so that Newman could see it. Both men had grave expression on their faces as Lieutenants O'Lear and Rockwell read out their launch verification code cards.
"Alpha Tango Sierra Hotel Hotel Golf Zulu."
"Alpha Tango Sierra Hotel Hotel Golf Zulu."
"Sir, message is authentic," Rockwell said after O'Lear confirmed the code.
"Do you concur, XO?" Walton asked Newman.
"I concur, Sir," was the reply he received.
Walton nodded gravely and again picked up his mic, setting it to the ship PA. "This is the Captain speaking. Our launch orders have been verified. Depressurize tubes one through six and sixteen through twenty-two."
The two men went over to the one thing that no command officer on an SSB wanted to use; the Launch Activation Console. Almost simultaneously they inserted their keys and turned them, causing the console to light up.
Down in Missile Control, Lt. Cmdr. Huntingdon oversaw the process as the missiles were readied and their targets set according to the target package ID listed on the launch order. It took just a few minutes - Walton's drilling had trimmed five minutes off of the launch time over the past few months - and within eight minutes of the order for launch coming down, the weapons were ready. Huntingdon held onto his launch key, sweat appearing on his brow despite the comfortable room temperature of the MCC.
On the Bridge, confirmation of readiness was answered by a slight exhalation of Walton, the tension in the air thick as the crew had braced itself for the launch. Walton picked up his mic and Newman another. "Conn, Weps, this is the CO. Commence firing."
"Conn, Weps, this is the XO. Commence firing."
Lt. O'Lear made the sign of the Cross on her shoulders and forehead, tears appearing in her bright brown eyes.
In MCC, Lt. Cmdr. Huntingdon breathed, "Merciful God, forgive me," and pulled back on the trigger.
A shudder filled the ship as pressurized gas pushed the missiles out of their tubes and into the vacuum of interstellar space. Their main sublight thrusters fired for just a couple of moments, orientating them properly before their high-speed Cochrane drives initiated and thrust them into superluminal speed toward target worlds in the Dominion Core, ECS systems on each missile activating to hide them from detection as well.
Immediately thereafter, the Haakon Svegard
went to warp as well, changing it's position to avoid being caught by the Jem'Hadar patrols.Mrak'resfj, Dominion Inner Core
Gru'vip was the typical Mrak'resfj child. Standing at three feet tall, about eight cycles old - comparable to a Human five year old - he was as happy as a child could be in his place, his parents both workers at a plant in the capital that provided weapons used by the Jem'Hadar to defend the Holy Founders.
Gru'vip's parents were now working harder and longer, and even Gru'vip was made to help, as they put all four arms to use digging further into the earth to provide a further redoubt to retreat to when the Great Evil came, the beings of Chaos that seeked to usurp the Holy Founders from their rightful place governing the Order of All Things. The Evil that denied the Divinity of the Founders, and which all faithful Mrak'resfj hated.
Looking up from the receptacle that Gru'vip was pouring loose dirt into, he could see streaks appear in the sky. He didn't think much of them at the moment, believing they were just more transport ships of some kind or another.
Then the bright flash came, and Gru'vip screamed as it completely blinded him.
The system defense for the Dominion had been geared toward detecting incoming enemy bombers or ships, and the Vorta and Jem'Hadar in control of the planetary defenses prided themselves on the ability to raise shields within three seconds of hostile contact (as they had done in one prior surprise drill).
Unfortunately, the missiles had only given them two seconds.
Without any prior warning, a dozen separate warp fields dropped and the same number of missiles plunged down toward the planet, getting within the planet's defensive shield two seconds after detection. The missiles plunged into the upper atmosphere at different points and from there broke apart, scattering multiple warheads in pre-arranged directions that would ensure everything between them was completely and utterly destroyed.
The flash that blinded Gru'vip was the result of a Guyverite-boosted anti-matter warhead detonating with a blast yield of approximately 150 gigatons (closer, actually, to 149.19GT). His life soon ended from the air blast wave created by the explosion, tearing his little body and those of his parents apart as it destroyed the city he had called home his entire life.
Across Mrak'resfj, this process was repeated dozens of times, each group of warheads focused upon particular concentrations of industry and infrastructure, inevitably resulting in the utter annihilation of all metropolitan areas. Even misses did little to lessen the damage, only spreading it out further into the countryside - what little was left of it anyway, given Mrak'resfj was a modernized "factory world" for the Dominion's war machine.
Within minutes, however, it had been reduced to a shattered husk of a planet, most of it's population of fifteen billion people dead or dying and everything of value to the Dominion lost.
And even as Mrak'resfj suffered her mortal blow, so too did the other worlds of the Dominion....