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Armageddon???? (Part Fifty Up)

Post by Stuart » 2008-01-11 01:31pm

Eagle Flight, Over The Eastern Pacific
“I, Satan Mekratrig, Lord of Hell, Commander of the Legions of the Damned do hereby declare my dominion over the earth and all that it contains. Crawl to me, humans, knowing the eternity of torment that awaits you.”

“Balls.” Said Lieutenant Michael Wong. The voice that had come over the radio link, booming in the cockpit of his F/A-18E, had distracted him from paying proper attention to the cockpit display of his APG-79 radar. The new AESA radar was a vast improvement over the older APG-73 but that was, as always, a slight problem all of its own. Until the pilots learned how to take full advantage of the improved data flow, they could be swamped with it. Wong was experiencing that problem now, the resolution of the new radar was phenomenal but it seemed to indicate that the wings on the targets 60 nautical miles out in front of him were flapping.

“Full of himself isn’t he? Or should it be ‘it’?” Lieutenant Anthony Squires was genuinely interested, he was renowned as being the Ronald Reagan air group’s grammar geek.

“Try a ‘that’.” Wong wasn’t really interested, the targets in front of him were behaving oddly. They were slow, 180 miles per hour at most, they had a strong radar image yet seemed to have no infra-red signature. That was an odd combination to put it mildly. The bombastic message that had interrupted his concentration was irritating, no more than that. So what were those contacts in front of him? Birds? They were too fast for that surely? The Peregrine Falcon was the fastest bird known and that could, just, hit 180 mph in a steep dive. These were doing that in level flight. So they had to be some form of aircraft. That was assuming the AESA radar wasn’t generating a completely false image of course. And who knew how the electronic systems were malfunctioning following the delivery of The Message three days ago? There was one way to find out.

“Buster, this is Eagle Flight, 200 miles out, bearing 353, we have an anomalous radar contact some 60 miles out in front of us. Please confirm.”

There was a pause for a few seconds, electrostatic discharges in the atmosphere were playing havoc with radio communications but the systems filtering programs quickly cleared the white noise from the channel. “Confirm contact Eagle Flight. Bearing 358, range from Buster is 66.6 nautical miles. Target speed 184 knots, course one-three-fiver. For your information, Crown and Scepter are tracking also. They have locks.” There was a pause, a series of crackles on the radio, then the message resumed. “If targets are hostile, you are cleared to engage.”

Wong translated the message in his head. ‘Buster’ was CVN-76 USS Ronald Reagan, ‘Crown’ was CG-70 USS Lake Erie, an AEGIS cruiser, while ‘Scepter’ was DDG-93 USS Chung-Hoon, one of the Arleigh Burke class destroyers that now dominated the fleet’s surface combatant force. Also AEGIS-equipped, that meant whatever the targets were, they were now being tracked by three of the most advanced radar systems in the U.S. Navy. The ‘lock’ part of the message was really interesting, that suggested the order to open fire was already being passed out.

That didn’t surprise Wong, human reaction to The Message had split neatly down religious lines. Those whose religion had demanded blind submission to the ‘Will of God’ had accepted it without a struggle and more or less laid down and died. They just weren’t around any more. The rest of the world’s population had followed the example set by Britain’s Prime Minister Gordon Brown. His reply to The Message had been “Sod off, Baldrick,” followed by a reassuring message to the British people that he had a cunning plan to deal with the situation. The British had enjoyed the joke, whatever it was, and collectively told Satan to perform some highly improbable obscenities on himself. They’d been the first only by a matter of minutes as most of the other countries in the world has replied with similar messages. Ever since then, The Message had been repeated at regular intervals, almost as if the concept of human defiance was so completely unexpected that the powers ‘up there’ couldn’t comprehend its existence. Well, if that was the case, the powers ‘up there’ didn’t know the human race very well.

The three days since the first reception of The Message had been something of a standoff. Humans had waited for the next development, allowing the situation to mature in military parlance, while the only response to their defiance had been the repeated proclamations. No effort to force compliance, not yet at any rate. And no overt human resistance. Wong got the feeling that was all about to change.

“All members, Eagle Flight, increase to fiver-six-zero knots, say again increase to fiver-six-zero knots. Intercept targets in front, range, five-eight nautical miles. Weapons are free, say again, weapons are free. Good hunting Eagle Flight.”

The four F/A-18Es accelerated out of cruise speed, building up to maximum subsonic. The E model had more range and fuel than the older As and Cs but fuel status was always a serious concern to Hornet drivers. Wong had listened with envy to those who had flown the now-gone Tomcats or even longer-lost Intruders. Then, he glanced down at his radar scope again. There were four targets, apparently blissfully ignorant of the Super-Hornets bearing down on them. That was neat, one each.

“Eagle Flight, we are swinging around behind them. I have radar paints on all four, no infra-red signature yet. Each Eagle aircraft, take target corresponding to your flight position, from the left. Use AIM-120 then close in for 20-mike-mike. Not sure AIM-9 will work unless we can get a heat signature off whatever is out there. We’ll get a visual ID first.”

At twelve nautical miles range, the U.S. Navy Hornets got their visual ID. The contacts were four giant creatures, jet black in color, looking like a hideous cross between a gorilla and a bird. Four limbs, two wings, flying in an unconcerned, oblivious line.

“Just what the hell are those?”

Wong wasn’t sure which pilot had breathed the comment into the radio. Didn’t matter, they all knew what to do. So did he come to that. “Buster, this is Eagle. Targets visually identified, large flying humanoids about the same size as a Super-Bug. Wingspan at least twice as great as ours, probably much larger. Engaging.”

“Eagle, this is Buster. Acknowledged. Targets designated as demons. Good luck Eagle Flight.” A few days earlier the fighter controller might have added “And may God go with you” but not after The Message and the betrayal it had represented.

Wong switched the annunciator on his AIM-120s on. They were growling gently, a sustained continuous note that indicated their homing heads were logged on to his selected target, the demon second from the left. The F/A-18s were closing fast, the range was dropping to the point where the hits would be almost instantaneous. “Eagle Flight, open fire.”

Wong’s pressure on the firing button was almost simultaneous with his order. A pair of AIM-120 missiles streaked ahead of his aircraft, curving after the demon he had picked out for his target. He’d been right, the gap was so short that the target couldn’t have evaded even if it had wanted to. It never even tried.

Demon Shingroleth was actually aware of the approaching fighters, he’d seen them when they were still 15 miles out, far beyond the range of any human eye, so he had assumed their presence was coincidental. He had other problems to worry about, a few inconsequential humans were of no significant account one ay or the other. What concerned him was the way his skin was itching, it had started a few minutes before and was getting steadily worse. Maddening. He hadn’t even worried when the four human machines had swung in behind his group and started to close the range on them. That had been when his skin itch had become really intolerable. Then, the humans had done something really strange; odd streaks of smoke coming out from under their flying machines. Surely they couldn’t be resisting the all-powerful armies of the damned?

The AIM-120s worked as advertised. They were good missiles, well designed, well-tested, and they had a target that was proving co-operative to the point of suicide. No maneuvering, no electronic warfare, no interference, if the guidance had been capable of human thought it would have been vaguely offended at being asked to solve a task so undemanding. The first missile exploded between Shingroleth’s legs, just underneath his tail. The 50 pound explosive warhead was wrapped with heavy-gauge pre-notched wire that disintegrated into an annular hail of pre-formed fragments when the missile’s proximity fuse set off the explosive charge. Some of those razor-sharp fragments slashed through Shingroleth’s tail, severing it at the root and sending it spinning off in a long arc. Others ripped into his legs and genitals, tearing open the great arteries, sending his fire-and acid blood spraying over his body, and mangling his reproductive organs beyond recognition. Shingroleth’s scream of demented agony was heard even in the sound insulated-cockpits of the F/A-18s.

The second missile did really serious damage. Its proximity fuse initiated it right underneath Shingroleth’s belly. The holocaust of tungsten-steel fragments ripped open his stomach and tore his abdominal cavity to shreds. Even in a mind crazed by the ghastly pain from the first hit, Shingroleth noticed the sudden drop in weight as his intestines dropped out of his body. Then his fire-and-acid blood, spraying from more wounds than could reasonably be counted, set fire to his flesh. Shingroleth tumbled downwards, all hope of control had gone when he had lost his stabilizing tail. By the time his remains hit sea level, all that was left of him was a fine carbon dust.

Immediately on firing, Wong had firewalled his throttles, cut in reheat and taken his F/A-18 up into a steep climb. The last thing he had wanted to do was get too close to those things. As he rolled over at the top of the climb, he could see the havoc his attack had wrought on the demon formation below. His target had gone, its death marked by a black streak towards the sea far below. Another one of the formation had taken hits from four AIM-120s, for some reason two F/A-18s had fired on the same aircraft, well, that sort of thing happened. It had meant that the demon had been quite literally torn apart by the storm of fragments and blast of the explosions. More than 200 pounds of best explosive American dollars could buy had vented its wrath on the hideous creature and all that was left of it was a shower of burning fragments. A third demon was staggering away, it had been the last to get hit and had escaped the eviscerating body hits. Instead, one of its wings had been torn to tiny fragments and it was going down in a helpless spin. Even as Wong watched, two of his F-18s were closing on it.

Prigrathrath was desperately trying to control his descent. One of his wings had gone, it was just a mass of torn flesh and spurting blood. The only thing that was saving him was that his flight path was keeping the blood-and-acid away from his body, the fate of Shingroleth and Caranaskatos had shown him what would happen when demon blood and body parts mixed. Two of the gray-painted human machines were coming after him, he could see them, but with his crippled wings there was little he could do about it. It was odd, there was a strange twinkling light coming from the front of the two flying machines. Then Prigrathrath’s lights went out.

Squires had fired a much longer burst than was normal for the M61 cannon in the nose of his F/A-18. He and his wingman had aimed very carefully, using the plane’s on-board computer and continuously-computed impact point sights to place all 100 rounds of their bursts square into the demon’s face. The effect was more than either pilot could have hoped. The great, hideously malformed head had just disintegrated as the armor-piercing incendiary shells ripped through the skin and shattered the bones underneath. The demon’s eyes, in fact every feature of its face, had been destroyed in the hail of cannon shells tearing through its structure. Once again, fire-and-acid blood spraying from the ruptured veins and arteries finished the job of destruction that fragments, explosions and blast had started. The demon erupted into flames and dropped like a stone towards the sea below.

That had left one demon, untouched, unharmed by the sudden, vicious attack. Quellarastis simply couldn’t believe that the humans had dared to attack him and his colleagues, let alone that they had killed three of his flight-mates with such contemptuous ease. Filled with unrighteous wrath at the effrontery of the attack, he swerved to retaliate at the pair of human flying machines that were coming straight at him. Now, they would learn what the wrath of a demon meant. He opened his mouth and gave a blast of terrifying hellfire straight at them.
In Eagle-One, Wong saw the fireball leave the demon’s mouth and flipped the ailerons over, pulling the stick back in a barrel role around the jet of flame. It wasn’t precisely a hard maneuver, the demon may have had powerful lungs but they could only drive a jet of flame so fast. Compared with the problems posed by trying to dodge a multi-mach missile, the flame was easy to avoid. Even better, the jet of fire was a perfect infra-red source for his AIM-9 Sidewinders. Both annunciators were screaming with the demand to be let loose and Wong obliged them both. They streaked from his wingtip mounts, heading straight for the inferno of heat that was the fire-breathing demon’s mouth.

Quellarastis did the worst thing he could possibly do under the circumstances. He gulped in shock as the two missiles hurtled into his mouth. Once again, proximity fuses worked to perfection, preformed fragments slashed out, ripping through the slate-black flesh of the demon. Some went up into his brain, bouncing around inside his skull until all that laid within was reduced to a finely-ground slush. Others sawed down through the demon’s chest, carving into his heart and lungs. More fragments, from the missile Quellarastis had accidentally swallowed tore the demons neck apart, severing his spinal column and paralyzing him. That was a mercy for Quellarastis, it meant that he did feel it when his blood set his flesh on fire and he vanished within a ball of fire.

“Buster, this is Eagle. All four demons engaged and destroyed. Inform all Buster elements, they blow up and burn if you hit them hard enough. We’re on our way back, we’re hitting bingo fuel out here.”

“Eagle Flight, this is buster. Come on home, the party is just starting down here.”

Wong relaxed in his seat. His Eagle-One had two confirmed kills, Eagle-Three and Eagle-Four had one each. Not ace status yet, but a good start.

National Command Post, Washington D.C.

“Mister President, a message from the Ronald Reagan battle group out in the Pacific. They’ve engaged four flying demons, killed all of them. No casualties on our side. Whatever these things are, they aren’t immortal or invulnerable. They burn and die, just like we do.”

President Bush looked dully at Secretary Gates. The betrayal that had been represented by The Message had hit him deep, torn apart the faith that had kept him going even in the darkest years of his presidency. Then, with his opinion poll figures trending up at last, this had to happen. He shook his head, tried to clear the clouds of despair from his mind and absorbed the information. As he did so, his eyes lit up for the first time in three days.

“Get word out to all our armed forces. Tell them to engage these, these things, at every opportunity. Shoot first, hit hard and keep hitting them. Let them know that we may go down but it won’t be without one hell of a fight.”

“Them Sir?”

“Them. Everybody. Our forces, the religious leaders who brought that message to us, those who the message came from. I don’t care who “they” are, either they attacked us or they betrayed us and I don’t see the difference between those who promise us an eternity of torture or those who would hand us over to that fate. They’re both our enemies now. And we’ll fight them. All of them.” Bush’s voice had gained strength and he made his commitment. “We may have believed in higher powers once, but they’ve forfeited any loyalty we may have owed them. Secretary Gates, get the word out. We fight.”

“Sir, I have to warn you, this may well be committing a war crime. We haven’t had United Nations approval for any action and without a vote in the UN, we are committing an act of aggressive war, which is a war crime. I therefore rule that we must hold off any action until there had been a full meeting of the Security Council. I will also issue orders for the pilots involved in this incident to be arrested and brought up on war crimes charges.”

There was a rumble of discontent around the war room. Bush heard it and that made up his mind. He looked at the JAG officer with contempt. “Place this man under arrest. Remove him, get rid of him. From now on, the United States will act in its own best interests and defend itself as best it can. Any other nations who want to join in this struggle are welcome to do so.”

“There might be quite a few of those Mister President.” Secretary Rice was carrying a mass of message flimsies. “We’re getting messages from other countries right now. First one is from Mr. George Yong-Boon Yeo, Minister of Foreign Affairs in Singapore. Apparently a demon landed there, carrying a demand for Singapore’s submission.”

“What did he do?”

“Nothing Sir. The demon’s demand was wrapped up in some sort of parchment and he dropped it on landing. Littering is a serious offense in Singapore Sir, and the Singapore police riddled the demon with bullets and then beat it to death. Anyway, Mr. Yeo says that Singapore’s going to fight and they’d appreciate our help.”

“He’s got it. Who else?”

“Another one landed in Bangkok, Thailand. That one didn’t get very far either. It wouldn’t bribe the police at a checkpoint to let it through and then got stuck in the Bangkok traffic jams. The Army blew it away. With tanks. Apparently, local street traders are selling bits of demon to the tourists. Anyway, same message from the Thais, they’re going to fight and they’d appreciate any help we can send, only they’re adding if we need any aid, we only have to ask.”

“Nice of them. Well, people, it looks like the war has started. Let’s try to do a better job this time round, right?”
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Post by Lonestar » 2008-01-11 01:41pm

This is extremely awesome Stuart.
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Post by CaptainChewbacca » 2008-01-11 01:49pm

Woooo!

"The War In Heaven just sank to our level..."

If you're doing character-insertions, I'd like to be some sort of MilSpec who's trying to figure out how to weaponize the Key of Solomon as some sort of US Military Warlock initiative. Because, admit it, a squad of American folk-magic practitioners blasting away at demons would be awesome.

Hell, maybe the Amish will finally get off their asses.
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Post by Kodiak » 2008-01-11 02:16pm

CaptainChewbacca wrote:Woooo!

"The War In Heaven just sank to our level..."

Because, admit it, a squad of American folk-magic practitioners blasting away at demons would be awesome.

Hell, maybe the Amish will finally get off their asses.
It'd be pretty funny to see some appalachin witches in w/ a special forces crew. I'd think the Amish would be content to receive the Will of God, but I could be wrong. I'd also think that people in general who dedicated their lives to religion would have a "After all I've done? F*&k going to Hell! Bring it on, Morning Star!"

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Post by That NOS Guy » 2008-01-11 02:19pm

This fic leaves me with a very wide grin.

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Post by Teebs » 2008-01-11 02:58pm

“Nothing Sir. The demon’s demand was wrapped up in some sort of parchment and he dropped it on landing. Littering is a serious offense in Singapore Sir, and the Singapore police riddled the demon with bullets and then beat it to death.
This made me laugh out loud.

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Post by White Haven » 2008-01-11 03:18pm

'My fellow humans, Hell and Heaven both have proven beyond a shadow of a doubt that they intend to torture the entire human race into screaming eternity. Hell and Heaven both have, by both word and deed, declared their undying hatred of Mankind united, and as such we return it tenfold. The bitter irony arises from the realization that while Hell has never represented anything other than our mortal foe, Heaven has been painted as our ally for millenia, and as such is guilty of not only waging war on the souls of all humanity, but of the most brazen, bitter hypocrisy in the history of the cosmos as we know it. Lucifer, known as the Prince of Lies, is the most honest of the enemies we face today, and Jehovah, our loving, caring father has proven himself the most deceptive.

As of this day, we find ourselves embroiled in a war, the war, Armageddon as it was never once dreamed in the worst nightmares of our forefathers, a war not between Heaven and Hell for our own salvation, but between Heaven and Hell and Humanity, a war we must win completely and utterly if we desire the slightest chance of sparing untold generations of future men and women a literal eternity of suffering. We claimed to be fighting in a 'War on Terror' once, attempting in our vanity to destroy competing ideologies. Now we find ourselves embroiled with our former enemies, now brothers in a wider struggle, the war on God and all his minions, loyal and renegade.

Once, mere weeks ago, I would have ended this by praying to God to have mercy on our souls. Now I, and all others on this Earth, know better; the being many of us once worshipped as a God has stated in no uncertain terms that there will be no mercy on our souls. To that 'god,' to Lucifer, to all the angels and devils massing to rend and destroy the hope of Humanity's future, I respond: You who would show us no mercy shall receive none in return, for the sons and daughters of Adam and Eve do not suffer betrayal!'

My inner speech-writer just did an abrupt dance and gweeeeee'd until I finished writing this. Not sure where it came from, or whose voice I'm speaking with, but it wouldn't leave me alone til it popped out.
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Post by Ace Pace » 2008-01-11 03:21pm

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Same, thats funny. Hey stuart, keep writing good comedy. :)
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Post by Kodiak » 2008-01-11 03:22pm

Put something to the effect of "Man was made Lord of Creation by the God who abandoned us. Now, that same god forces us to bring all of creation to bear against our enemies, to save himself. We will fight, and we will win. My brothers and sisters of humanity, it has become clear today that the meek will not inherit the Earth."

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Post by Surlethe » 2008-01-11 03:43pm

This will be ten kinds of awesome. I'd like to help writing this however I can.

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Post by CaptainChewbacca » 2008-01-11 04:08pm

Kodiak wrote:Put something to the effect of "Man was made Lord of Creation by the God who abandoned us. Now, that same god forces us to bring all of creation to bear against our enemies, to save himself. We will fight, and we will win. My brothers and sisters of humanity, it has become clear today that the meek will not inherit the Earth."
Kickass!

Of course, this fic will only win if GWB gets in an F-15 and leads the most massive air sortie in history.

Come on, you know you want to do it.

And maybe we can bust Patton out of hell, because you damn sure know he's not in heaven :twisted:
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Post by FedRebel » 2008-01-11 04:14pm

CaptainChewbacca wrote:
Of course, this fic will only win if GWB gets in an F-15 and leads the most massive air sortie in history.

Come on, you know you want to do it.
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Post by Gerald Tarrant » 2008-01-11 04:18pm

CaptainChewbacca wrote: And maybe we can bust Patton out of hell, because you damn sure know he's not in heaven :twisted:
I'd been hoping he would (as per his own personal mythology) have been reincarnated into the current armed forces.

edit: Poorly worded, I mean reincarnated, and going on to choose a military career.
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FedRebel wrote:
CaptainChewbacca wrote:
Of course, this fic will only win if GWB gets in an F-15 and leads the most massive air sortie in history.

Come on, you know you want to do it.
Wouldn't we need somebody with a Mac Laptop to give Hell a computer virus first?
I don't know what kind of computers hell uses, but you can bet the upload rate is only 2 k/sec.
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Post by Vehrec » 2008-01-11 05:00pm

I likey. I would gladdly sign up for a self-insert as some random skinny infantryman spewing Nietzsche at demons and angels alike. "God is dead! God remains dead! And we have killed him! How shall we comfort ourselves, the murderers of all murderers?" Not because I'm truely a believer in his philosophy, but because it fits.
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Post by Sidewinder » 2008-01-11 05:41pm

I like the story, but I'd like more info on the Message(s). Does it have anything to do with the Rapture?

Also, the idea of demons being burned by their own blood is ridiculous. You might want to change it to demons being burned by methane, which they store in their bodies for breathing fire.

By the way, what are the Muslims doing about the demon attacks? Worshipping them as Allah's messengers? Identifying them as the product of a US military program, another weapon the godless West is using against the faithful? A hallucination brought on by too much marijuana smoke?
Please do not make Americans fight giant monsters.

Those gun nuts do not understand the meaning of "overkill," and will simply use weapon after weapon of mass destruction (WMD) until the monster is dead, or until they run out of weapons.

They have more WMD than there are monsters for us to fight. (More insanity here.)

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Post by White Haven » 2008-01-11 05:48pm

I recommend a browse through SLAM. All will become clear when you realize what spawned this particular fic. :)
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Post by Stravo » 2008-01-11 06:08pm

With Stuart's permission I'd like to post a short entry into this thread based on the story he's already started. I'll post after he gives his OK since this is his thread really. Good start so far folks.
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Post by Setzer » 2008-01-11 07:59pm

I'm not sure words can describe this fic, but I'll try.

It's Sacrelicious!

I'd tell you to quickly write more, but you could post a new chapter each hour and it wouldn't be enough. So go as fast as you like.
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Post by starfury » 2008-01-11 08:20pm

More, More I wanted to see the great armies of the world, a rolling tide of steel smashing the armies of Heaven and Hell.
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Post by hongi » 2008-01-11 08:28pm

It would be hilarious to see Israel and the Arab countries standing shoulder to shoulder, Muslim and Jew smiting the ravening hordes of demonic soldiers.

This all depends on the nature of the Message of course. If it was just some demon wanting people to roll over and die, all monotheistic religions would just say fuck you. If the Message came directly from God, or the demons claimed they were speaking from God, then the religious folk would split in two: The ones who roll over and die and the ones that don't believe the Message is real.

Muslims remember believe in Shaitan too and his deceitful powers, so they won't be fooled that easily.

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Post by Stuart » 2008-01-11 09:19pm

Sidewinder wrote:I like the story, but I'd like more info on the Message(s). Does it have anything to do with the Rapture?
You'll find out in due course. There's a lot of revelations (hee-hee) to come.
Also, the idea of demons being burned by their own blood is ridiculous. You might want to change it to demons being burned by methane, which they store in their bodies for breathing fire
I agree, but the "opposition" is based on demonology and existing legend. So we're stuck with legend; what I'm trying to do is point out how legend and mythology have their drawbacks.
By the way, what are the Muslims doing about the demon attacks?
The ones who stick with the "submission to the will" bit have died and gone to hell. The ones who didn't are still with us.

No magic or mystical weapons used by Earth forces. The theme here is that science, technology and ultra-violence (precisely applied) trumps faith, superstition and listening to one's heart
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Post by KlavoHunter » 2008-01-11 09:22pm

Stuart wrote:Ni magic or mystical weapons used by Earth forces. The theme here is that science, technology and ultra-violence (precisely applied) trumps faith, superstition and listening to one's heart
Save for when one's heart tells you to slay all those who come to do evil in the world. ;)

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Post by Redleader34 » 2008-01-11 10:16pm

Do we have helljumpers? I mean, units dropped into hell, to fight, Ala Doom?
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Post by Stuart » 2008-01-11 10:39pm

Redleader34 wrote:Do we have helljumpers? I mean, units dropped into hell, to fight, Ala Doom?
The world has exactly what it has in terms of military forces on January 11th 2008. Trained, equipped and deployed the same way. Anything else that develops does so as a result of the plot progressing.
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