Armageddon???? (Part Fifty Up)

[JBG]

Stuart wrote:

"He is indeed. Cleggie is quite the philosopher as well."

And here I was thinking that Stuart was an early Pink Floyd fan!

Starglider wrote:

"...and topping it up with half a pint of water, resulting in something even worse than Fosters."

Geez, that bad!! As an Ozzie I thought that the best ting we did with that crap was to export it - get rid of it as health and safety regs etc no doubt prevent it from being poured down the drain.

Jay wrote:

"Not sure I'd characterise someone who has been tortured in Hell for the equivalent of a lifetime, or more as a 'traitor', but as a torture victim. PoWs who have been tortured and gave away information have not been classified as traitors."

Jay, have you ever read about the Turkish POWs captured during the Korean War, sorry, Korean Emergency? Not necessarily germane to your point but interesting none the less.

Jonathan

[tim31]

Alex Malcolm... A Clockwork Orange reference?

[El Moose Monstero]

Furthing thinking on the eruption and possible duration: depending on the volume of the lava lake initially present and the magma chamber/feeding network size, the eruption has only got a limited duration. Magma chambers may no longer sustain an eruption after ~10% of their volume has been ejected (Marsh, 2000, Magma Chambers, Enc. of Volc).

Assuming that Belial is only working with a standard sized volcano as opposed to the presumably vast magma chamber feeding the giant caldera in the middle of hell, maybe a chamber of similar size to that of Hawaii - 20km ish? That puts the duration of the eruption assuming a similar rate of discharge to that of Laki as only a few days before the magma chamber is exhausted and then the duration of the eruption will be as long as it takes for whatever lava is in the conduits to be used up. With a lower discharge rate or a larger magma source of course, you could sustain an eruption for much longer.

[Starglider]

Assuming that Belial is only working with a standard sized volcano as opposed to the presumably vast magma chamber feeding the giant caldera in the middle of hell, maybe a chamber of similar size to that of Hawaii - 20km ish? That puts the duration of the eruption assuming a similar rate of discharge to that of Laki as only a few days before the magma chamber is exhausted

My (rough) calculations for the destruction of Sheffield put the initial flow rate at approximately 0.7 cubic kilometres of rock per day. That quickly declined to about half over the first couple of hours, but then started to slowly increase again.

[Stuart]

Uhm, I have a question. It's been stated that the demons 'decay' unless their bodies are fed electricity. Given that it's implied that the demons and humans in hell are made of faux matter, what's to say that the lava flow isn't the same and won't start breaking apart sooner or later?

It's known that dead humans who re-enter our level of existance start to decay due to a slow, steady loss of "life energy". It is presumed that demons who do enter our level of existance do the same. Since the only real substantive difference between humans and demons is the latter's ability to generate large amounts of bio-electrical energy (which they use for a variety of purposes) it is deduced that the bioelectrical energy thus generated compensates for the life energy loss. It is also therefore implied that the life energy in question is bio-electrical. Built in there is a foreshadowing of some of the twists and turns to come.

In hell, neither humans nor demons leak energy so the question is moot; note that living humans who enter the Hell-Place do not have the life-leaking problem although they do have difficulties coping with the generally hostile environment.

EDIT; Ahh, considering that you have the Tridents as just regular pieces of metal, that brings up the question of WHY the demons decay when their equipment doesn't. In other words, why are the demons made of one type of matter when their materials aren't, and the foods that would be made from those materials (plants for the animals and the animals themselves) don't seem to be made of faux material either. Either there is something very wrong plotwise or the demons 'claim' that they aren't eating the flesh from the humans in hell as standrad fare is outright wrong.

The answer there is simple; demons and humans are living entities; metal, lava etc are not. The difference (and the answer to your why) is simply that; it lies in the difference between living and dead not between there level and ours. In our level of existance you might as well ask why a screwdriver doesn't die since humans do.

[Chris OFarrell]

Less talk about comparative biology, more DIVISIONS of Russian Arty opening fire

[Stuart]

Celestial Mechanics laboratory, DIMO(N), Yale, Connecticut

“…but that would still allow higher dimensional rotation of nanoscale structures, so clearly your topology cannot be correct.”

“Why is that a problem? The molecules are still confined to…”

“Chirality.” Dr Kuroneko regarded his colleague with a vaguely disappointed look. “Look it up. I am hardly a biologist, but I do know that if you flipped a significant fraction of the molecules in a human body the individual would be dead or dying within hours. Too many critical enzymes operate on only on a specific stereoisomer.”

“Oh. Well… how about…”

The conversation was interrupted by the double doors flying open and admitting a very purposeful looking army officer. “Doctors, we have an emergency. Follow me please.”

The two bemused scientists were quickly escorted to the conference room, which despite the late hour was filling up rapidly. Dr Kuroneko’s gaze was drawn straight to the main screen, which was showing a lake of fire with a great glowing fountain shooting out of it. No, not fire… lava. A waterfall of magma was pouring onto an expanse of burning rubble.

“What on earth…”

“That’s Sheffield. It’s a city of half a million or so in northern England. Or was, I’d guess its quite a bit below half a million now.”

That flat, disinterested voice again. Kuroneko looked over his shoulder, and sure enough, it was the mysterious man who had gotten the whole Star Glider project rolling. The man was either an undercover demon with powers of personal teleportation or had an uncanny knack for turning up just as the excrement was about to hit the rotary impeller.

“The Baldricks found a way to dump magma on it… at something like a million tons a minute. As yet we don’t know why that target was chosen or when they might repeat the trick. Your team is our best bet for finding a countermeasure before we lose another city.”

“You were expecting this? And just let it happen?”

“We were expecting something Doctor. It is not the mark of an intelligent person to assume that he can administer what amounts to a historic ass-kicking and not get some form of come-back. The question was never whether something would happen but what and when. We knew that we had to be able to close a portal or one day, one of them would bite us in the ass. Put the two together and we have Project Starglider. Dumping magma through a portal is an interesting concept though, it has several advantages over the way we would normally address the problem of a city we didn’t like very much.”

Kuroneko got the unpleasant feeling that he’d just seen the birth of a new part of America’s strategic arsenal. “You take this attack very lightly Sir.”

“Not in the least. I find the concept of opening a volcano directly over one of our cities to be quite disturbing. Not least because if they can do it once, they can do it again. So we can expect to see another attack like this. That raises a lot of questions for my colleagues and I to address, one of which is why they chose Sheffield and what that might tell us about future targets. But that is for us to think about, your job Doctor is to make sure there are as few of these attacks as possible.”

Dr Kuroneko realized that everyone was staring at him. He gulped, then stared at the table for a second. When he brought his head up, his eyes were hardened with determination.

“First we must understand what happened. What data have the Brits sent so far?”

Cliffton Council Estate, Nottingham, United Kingdom

The screen flicked between grainy images of burning and collapsing buildings, of streams of glowing lava progressing inexorably through city streets and of people running in terror from it all. Some were apparently less terrified than others, because they'd taken the time to record the disaster on their cellphones and digicams. The later images were clearer but less dramatic; they showed bulldozers flattening buildings and creating ramparts from the rubble, lines of fire crews trying to halt the advance of the flames and rescue crews carrying stretchers out of damaged buildings. The montage ended on images of gridlocked roads lined with armed soldiers and refugees wandering aimlessly about.

Meanwhile the text continued to scroll across the bottom of the screen: 'Central Sheffield destroyed by volcanic activity, thousands dead, presumed demonic attack may be linked to High Peak incident. Prime Minister asks nation to remain calm and stay vigilant for any further Baldrick activity...'

"The city has now been completely sealed off by army units. This is the closest we can get, as the government has made it clear that civilians will not be allowed through the perimeter."

The BBC News correspondent was standing on a flat roof, lit by a harsh floodlight. The sky behind him was filled entirely by a diffuse orange glow, the smoke now completely obscuring the area around the portal. A deep rumbling was clearly audible.

"The lava still appears to be flowing... the fire services are starting to get the fires under control, but they're contending with toxic smoke and collapsing buildings."

A bright flare appeared in the background, hazy but quite distinct from the central glow. A couple of seconds later a crackling roar could be heard, while the speaker flinched visibly.

"That was probably the gasometer at Attercliffe, we were told that there was some difficultly pumping the gas away with the power out." The speaker composed himself.

"The emergency services are making a tremendous effort to limit casualties and contain the damage. They aren't the only ones... we've heard numerous reports of ordinary people pulling casualties out of the rubble, in the first hour after the attack... I understand construction workers have been arriving at the cordon and volunteering to help with the firebreaks."

Christopher Hughes stared at the television in horror. Not that this was a matter of choice; he had tried to look away, but his limbs seemed frozen and the effort brought only blinding pain. The terrible presence of them made it difficult to even think clearly. It was obvious that he'd made a horrible mistake. The shadow government wasn't the enemy after all, they'd probably been secretly preparing humanity to fight the demons for decades, if not centuries. Christopher withdrew to a corner of his own mind, mentally whimpering at the thought of how many people the demons would make him hurt before they were done with him.

Tapton Hall, Western Sheffield, United Kingdom

Since the opening of the portal, Lakheenahuknaasi’s universe had consisted mostly of pain. The first shot had merely smashed a finger in her left wing and tearing a ragged hole in the membrane. The last two had ripped through her right leg, shattering the femur, mangling the knee and nearly amputating the appendage. She had fallen from the sky, trailing a spray of blood behind her, desperately trying to extend her glide far enough to escape the tide of lava. She managed to stay in the air for almost a minute, tossed about by the blast wave and then the inrushing winds. Finally she could manage no more and aimed for a clump of foliage that had offered some scant hope of concealment. The ground rushed up Lakheenahuknaasi’s world went black.

She had awoken to a fresh agony; someone had shoved her hand into a fire. Barely able to avoid screaming with the pain, the gorgon hauled herself upright. The clump of bushes was starting to burn, nearby trees had been set on fire by a projectile thrown from the volcano. Lakheenahuknaasi could hear human screams but also shouted orders and the growling their chariots made when moving. No doubt their army had moved in to try and control the chaos and if she didn’t move right now they would doubtless capture her and torture her to death in revenge.

The gorgon crawled forward, dragging her broken wings and mutilated leg behind her. There was a large square stone building ahead, presenting a wall full of square windows, many broken by the initial shock. She just had to hope that it had been deserted. After what seemed like an eternity she was at the base of the wall, feeling horribly exposed in the open. She could spare only seconds to rest before she had to drag herself through the nearest broken window. The jagged glass couldn’t penetrate her scales but it tore fresh rips in her wings; a pain that seemed trivial compared to what she’d already endured. Lakheenahuknaasi had collapsed onto some sort of cot and promptly fainted from blood loss.

When she awoke again it was to a repetitive banging sound. Humans were coming. It sounded like doors opening forcefully, mixed with footsteps. Sometimes it was accompanied by a splintering crack. They were searching the building and the sound was definitely getting nearer. For the first time in her life, Lakheenahuknaasi was paralyzed by fear of the humans. What horrors would they inflict when they found her?

Incident Command Centre, Sheffield Airport, United Kingdom

After many years of being virtually empty, Sheffield City Airport had been scheduled for closure in early 2008. The defense build-up allowed the runway to be kept open and the ILS operational for contingency use, but there was still no scheduled traffic. Now the tiny apron was packed with transport aircraft, offloading fire-trucks and earthmoving equipment before departing full of casualties on stretchers. The lava flows had crept ominously close, buffeting the approaching aircraft with thermals, but for now the wind was blowing the smoke and toxic fumes away from the site. Less than a mile off the M1 motorway and possessing a largely vacant business park, the airport was an obvious choice for the forward command centre, and control staff from all the emergency services had been streaming in all day. Not all the traffic had been civilian; the airport now featured two Rapier FSC launchers and several hastily dug machine gun emplacements.

Chief Fire Officer Howard Spurrier had been on duty for thirty hours now, but between the adrenaline and numerous cups of black coffee he hadn’t noticed his fatigue. In fact he had no choice but to stay focused on the details of the operation least the horror of it overwhelm him. He’d lost over a hundred of his own people so far, with more killed by collapsing buildings and falling rocks every hour. The other services were taking similar casualties as they risked their lives to pull civilians from the rubble. As for the city itself… well, his original calm detachment had vanished as soon as he stepped out of his doomed former command centre. The sight of whole crowds being pursued by the lava, screaming, blistering, bursting into flames before falling and being consumed by the rushing inferno… they’d all be haunted by it for the rest of their lives.

“CFO Spurrier I presume?”

He jerked his gaze from the electronic map projection and stared at the newcomer. She was tall, dark haired, casually dressed and wearing what struck him as an indecently placid expression.

“Who the hell are you?” Howard snapped.

“Keavy McManus. I’m the vulcanologist… you should’ve been told I was coming.”

Assistant CFO Colin Lloyd had spent most of the last twelve hours talking into a headset and updating the tactical picture. He cupped the microphone inside his hand for a moment and announced in a hoarse voice. “Sorry sir… slipped my mind… she’s the best available, the home secretary approved her personally.” Colin immediately went back to assigning tasks to the newly arriving units.

“You’re an academic?” Howard’s expression left no doubt that he had little time for academics telling him how to manage a disaster. “Find a desk, stay out of my way, let me know if discover anything relevant.” He turned back to the map.

Keavy strode over and stood in front of him, forcing the man to look at her. “Yes, I write papers and I teach. I’ve also helped plan relief and containment operations in Hawaii, Iceland and Italy. I probably have more practical experience with lava flows than anyone in Britain – and you have none, so you’d better start listening to me.”

Howard blinked. “Ok then, Miss McManus.” He pointed at the map. “We’re trying to use the Don valley to pipe the lava through the central industrial area. The plan is to turn the Meadowhall region into a cooling pond…”

Keavy cut him short. “I know, I brought myself up to date on the plane, they emailed me all this stuff. You’re not thinking long term enough though. I assume you want to save the motorway viaduct if possible?”

“Yes, and the new rail freight terminal, they’re finally rebuilding the Tinsley marshalling yard you know…” Even after all the destruction, Spurrier just couldn’t help letting a little pride creep into his voice. “Wait, how long do you think this eruption could last?”

Keavy was scanning the inventories, rosters and situation reports littering the table. “It’s Mrs. McManus by the way… Anyway, can’t tell for sure of course… the survey team isn’t set up yet, military still wouldn’t let them through last time I heard… You see the thing is…”

She looked up. “To get that kind of pressure they had to be draining from well inside the throat – but not too deep, since it isn’t spraying up thousands of meters. The flow rate slackened off in the first hour, then built up again. On earth, lava like that would come from a shield volcano. My guess is draining all that lava off the top of the vent triggered a full scale eruption, most of which is getting sucked through to us. Could be days, weeks or months before it lets up… no way to tell without seeing the geology at the other end.”

It was Keavy's turn to gesture at the map. “If it doesn't let up ash buildup and fumes will render this whole area uninhabitable anyway. But we can buy the crews enough time to dismantle and move the factories. Now, about your dyke placement…”

Great Hall of the Adamant Fastness, Outer Rim of Hell

Demonic laughter echoed throughout the hall, as the assembled nobles took turns forcing themselves into the human’s mind. Servants scurried about with plates of freshly slaughtered livestock and cages of live vermin delicacies. The atmosphere was entirely festive; Belial’s court lacked the sophisticated entertainments of his wealthier peers, but the strike force had taken to chanting battle songs and many of the nobles were joining in. They were not exactly skilled singers at the best of times and the copious quantities of fermented fungus being consumed were not helping matters. No one seemed to mind however.

Euryale had just arrived back from the volcano and her normally bright bronze scales were still streaked with ash. She pushed her way through the rowdy lesser demons and arrived at the central table.

“Ah, Euryale, you return to witness my triumph.” Belial pushed a heavy goblet of faintly glowing liquid into her hand. The fine liquor was made from juices squeezed from the crushed abdomens of a rare insect; it was rarely seen in Tartarus. “The attack destroyed scores of their great towers, razed hundreds of workshops and killed many thousands of humans.”

“Most pleasing, my Lord. However…”

The count continued on as if he hadn’t heard her. It looked like he’d already put away quite a bit of the glow wine. “Of course I appreciate your efforts. Such a shame Baroness Yulupki isn’t here to receive similar praise.”

Euryale snorted. It gave her great pleasure to envision the naga being hauled over to the second volcano on the back of a lurching Great Beast and hating every minute of it. She’d requested a wyvern of course but Euryale had made sure that they were ‘none available’ and then chosen the most cantankerous Great Beast in the stables..

“And what of your handmaiden? Lac-nina-urk-nasee wasn’t it?”

The gorgon rolled her eyes, confident that Belial was too drunk to notice. She put down the goblet and replied carefully, shouting to be heard over the din. “As I was about to say, my lord, neither I nor any of my servants have been able to contact her. Most likely she was killed by the humans.”

The count’s face flickered with a moment of concern before brightening again. “Oh well, no matter. She died gloriously. A gorgon for a whole city seems like a fair trade to me.”

Euryale grit her fangs. “In that case I hope your ‘stratagem’ will not require the destruction of many more cities. Now if you would excuse me…” The gorgon queen whirled around and stormed off, the point of her tail quite deliberately flicking the goblet from the table as she went. Belial surged to his feet and began to summon psychic force to smite the insubordinate wench, but then paused. What if he had to kill her? Best not risk that until after the second attack he had promised Satan was complete. He shrugged, laughed and settled back into his throne. There would be plenty of time to clip the gorgon’s wings later. Hopefully metaphorically, Belial mused, but you never knew with females.

In a corridor of the palace Euryale was also having second thoughts. Belial’s casual willingness to sacrifice her kindred had stoked her rage. True, she was just as willing to send any number of lesser demons to their deaths to achieve her own aims. But lesser demons teemed in multitudes. Millennia after the purge, there were still precious few gorgons in existence and Euryale was not about to allow Belial to undo her progress.

Still, he was not that hard to manipulate as long as she applied herself. Defiance like that risked a confrontation and even if she somehow won the physical contest, she doubted she’d last long as ruler of Tartarus. Losing her temper like that risked…

The gorgon’s thoughts were interrupted by the sight of a servile demon trying to attract her attention. “Ah my lady, I abase myself before your glory and humbly ask…”

“What is it?” Euryale snapped, lacking the patience for the usual groveling.

“The six flights of wyvern riders that the count bid depart, which beasts should we…”

“What is this?” The gorgon queen fixed the servant with a multi-eyed stare. “Where are my wyverns going and why?”

“To the grand army, for the destruction of the human invaders!”

Euryale shook her head. Belial seemed bent on squandering precious assets. “Did he say why he is risking my, ah…, his wyverns when Beelzebub must have two score legions of harpies to throw against the human sky chariots?”

The stunted orc seemed to be trying to shrink into the floor. Likely he thought there was no safe answer to this question.

“My lady, it is my understanding… the wyverns are to be loaded with hail javelins and bags of brimstone .… I do not think they are intended to fight the human sky chariots.”

Euryale stared for a moment before she realized what the count was doing. It wasn’t about Satan’s favor, the magma attack was a far better way to gain that, it was simply a merchant taking an opportunity to demonstrate his wares.

“Very well. Attend me.” She set off for the wyvern roosts.

[Darth Wong]

Yes! Another chapter! They're coming fast and furious lately, Stuart. Thank you for feeding our collective need

PS. Cleaned-up version updated.

[declan]

Tiny request Stewart

Sooner or later those varks are gonna be flying strike and interdiction missions over Hell. Is it possible that you can include as collateral damage that SecDef McNamara gets his just reward , the last thing he sees is a F-111.

Declan

[Stuart Mackey]

Poor Sheffield and Poor Belial when the Brits find out that he came up with this cunning plan.

[Stuart Mackey]

Tiny request Stewart

Sooner or later those varks are gonna be flying strike and interdiction missions over Hell. Is it possible that you can include as collateral damage that SecDef McNamara gets his just reward , the last thing he sees is a F-111.

Declan

An even better one is getting Kiwi's names right

[Darth Wong]

As far as responses go, I guess all we're hearing about so far is Dr. Kuroneko on the Earth side of the equation, trying to find Earth-based methods of closing the portal and preventing future attacks. We still haven't heard about plans for doing anything inside Hell, like bombing Tartarus into rubble. Surely they already know about Belial by now, if it was common knowledge at Satan's court that he did this the last time, at Sodom and Gomorrah.

[Starglider]

Yes! Another chapter! They're coming fast and furious lately, Stuart. Thank you for feeding our collective need

The only downside to this is my 'write-ahead buffer' has declined from five chapters to two (completed) scenes...

Surely they already know about Belial by now, if it was common knowledge at Satan's court that he did this the last time, at Sodom and Gomorrah.

Next scene...

Is it possible that you can include as collateral damage that SecDef McNamara gets his just reward , the last thing he sees is a F-111.

Two problems with that;
b) AFAIK he's still alive in OTL and I can't see why the timeline would have diverged in that respect.
b) Even if he was in hell he might actually die happy thinking the F-111 was now the main human strike plane.

[Shroom Man 777]

Excellent, as usual

Who was that pained conspiracy theorist shadow guvmint nutter?

[GrandMasterTerwynn]

Excellent, as usual ;)

Who was that pained conspiracy theorist shadow guvmint nutter? :?

He was possessed by baldricks a few chapters back while Belial was looking for an insertion point near Sheffield for his recon team and poor Lakheenahuknaasi.

[Eulogy]

Kuroneko got the unpleasant feeling that he’d just seen the birth of a new part of America’s strategic arsenal.

Is this foreshadowing I see?

[JN1]

Poor Sheffield and Poor Belial when the Brits find out that he came up with this cunning plan.

We'll be trying to work out if we can insert an SAS/SBS kill team into Hell to get him.
Nice to see another chapter.

[Sidewinder]

The mention of hail javelins and brimstones makes me wonder: does Belial know how to produce gunpowder or other explosives, i.e., for rockets, grenades, or other explosive weapons? (My guess is that "hail" refers to shrapnel.)

[The Duchess of Zeon]

Kuroneko got the unpleasant feeling that he’d just seen the birth of a new part of America’s strategic arsenal.

Is this foreshadowing I see? :twisted:

You know, we probably could do it using a Hawaiian volcano, too.

[Sea Skimmer]

Sheffield has at least one thing going for it; it’s downstream from at least 14 separate dams with reservoirs. They give a nice reserve of firefighting water, it will be too dirty from ash and volcanic mud for anything else, and potentially they could be used to unleash a flood against the lava flows.

[Adrian Laguna]

Kuroneko got the unpleasant feeling that he’d just seen the birth of a new part of America’s strategic arsenal.

Is this foreshadowing I see?

You know, we probably could do it using a Hawaiian volcano, too.

Or one of the volcanoes in the Rockies, or Yellowstone.

[Crayz9000]

Sheffield has at least one thing going for it; it’s downstream from at least 14 separate dams with reservoirs. They give a nice reserve of firefighting water, it will be too dirty from ash and volcanic mud for anything else, and potentially they could be used to unleash a flood against the lava flows.

Suffice it to say that Britain and some neighboring countries might have issues with acid rain for a while.

[Crayz9000]

Is this foreshadowing I see?

You know, we probably could do it using a Hawaiian volcano, too.

Or one of the volcanoes in the Rockies, or Yellowstone.

Yes, but do you really want to touch Yellowstone?

That said, if you could open a portal large enough inside Yellowstone, you could, for example, drain a significant bit of pressure into Hell's ocean until the portal closes...

[The Duchess of Zeon]

It occurs to me that since our Gorgons and Naga were explicitly trying to target the military-industrial complex that if any come up on trial after the war a decent lawyer will probably get them off. Belial ironically shielded himself from warcrimes charges by explicitly trying to attack manufacturing complexes of the military-industrial complex.

[fusion]

It occurs to me that since our Gorgons and Naga were explicitly trying to target the military-industrial complex that if any come up on trial after the war a decent lawyer will probably get them off. Belial ironically shielded himself from warcrimes charges by explicitly trying to attack manufacturing complexes of the military-industrial complex.

Those stupid lawyers!!!! They are betraying mankind!!!!!!!!!! This cannot be happening!!!!!!!!!!!!!


Anyways, excellent chapter....