Armageddon???? - Part Eighty One Up

[Hawkwings]

But imagine the Awesome factor of such an event! The morale boosts and propaganda films alone would be worth it!

[LadyTevar]

But imagine the Awesome factor of such an event! The morale boosts and propaganda films alone would be worth it!

"I'm George Washington... and I'm wondering what you have done to my Nation."

[Darth Wong]

But imagine the Awesome factor of such an event! The morale boosts and propaganda films alone would be worth it!

Until he starts ordering the black people around and asking where their white masters are, so that he may purchase a few of them.

[Mr Bean]

It's not as if Washington was a fantastic general anyway, as opposed to being a merely competent one.

Again actual military experience matters not, there exists a good number of the population who would take a visit by George #$%#$ Washington as right up there with Jesus, keep in mind this is America we do everything but deep-throat out founding fathers.

And by that statement I forever disqualify my self for high public office, thank Xenu know of you know who I am.

But back to the point, if George fning Washington showed up, I would suspect the Republics would have an almost religious experience, considering what's happened in "Armageddon??"

[Mayabird]

Wait, wait, ants? Did somebody murder E.O. Wilson too? The bastards, doing it in the background.

While I'm here, I laughed pretty hard at the thought of the Archangel Michael using the term "royally pissed off."

[Edward Yee]

But imagine the Awesome factor of such an event! The morale boosts and propaganda films alone would be worth it!

Until he starts ordering the black people around and asking where their white masters are, so that he may purchase a few of them.

Assuming that someone doesn't have a good long talk with him before letting him anywhere near, well, non-whites.

But for the "Washington being surprised at being saluted," he could simply be informed that a national law specially gives him seniority over any other military officer in U.S. history, with him presumably only answering to the POTUS and certain staff (SECDEF, CJCS?). Whether he'd be okay with that is another thing...

[K. A. Pital]

The story got kind of boring. I agree with IP it got filled with rather cheap axe-grinding, politicking and weapon-wank. I understand it was made weapon-wank from the start, but it grew into a military wankfest, and basically self-glorification. All plotlines became linear and predictable, evil demons, kickass humans, I presume the end would be kicking god's ass and that's it.

[GrandMasterTerwynn]

But imagine the Awesome factor of such an event! The morale boosts and propaganda films alone would be worth it!

It'd probably be a bit of a credibility stretch for him to turn up. Caesar? Well, honestly, you'd expect this sort of thing out of Julius Caesar and precious few others. About the only way he'd turn up is if he was the sort of man who could drag himself out of a river of lava and haul himself to freedom, and was recruited into Caesar's vast army of the undead, patiently biding their time until the legions could march victoriously on Dis, the river Styx would be lined with the crucified corpses of baldricks, and Caesar would finally be able to complete and publish his newest work Commentaries on the Infernal Wars or something similar.

It is, though, interesting to think about which notable recent historical figures would have the chutzpah and clarity of thought needed to break free of their infernal torment and join the "resistance." Among the American Presidents, I'd suspect Abe Lincoln or Teddy Roosevelt would be far better candidates than Washington.

[JBG]

"Before it was stated there were around half a dozen Russian divisions entrenched in the beach head, are there any other forces there with them? I imagine the Anglo forces already stationed in Iraq would've already made the transition but what about any Israeli or European armored divisions?"

As mentioned earlier, an Isreali and a European armoured division are on the flanks of the Russians, at the very least given the amount of troops and kit flowing into hell but that is all that Stuart has let on so far. I would guess that the European division is probably German as Leo IIs were mentioned and as far as I am aware only the Germans have enough to field an entire division of the things. The French can form tank divisions as can the British but the rest would have to field battle groups ( aka US Armoured Cavalry Regiments ( heavy ) for instance ) or form composite divisions a la the Korean War Commonwealth Division.

Mark, you beat me to the punch with the six star "General of the Army" rank!!

"The story got kind of boring. I agree with IP it got filled with rather cheap axe-grinding, politicking and weapon-wank. I understand it was made weapon-wank from the start, but it grew into a military wankfest, and basically self-glorification. All plotlines became linear and predictable, evil demons, kickass humans, I presume the end would be kicking god's ass and that's it."

First you are bored then you go on and on with masturbation imagery! Perhaps this story is not for you, unless you have something better up your, ahem, sleeve?

[K. A. Pital]

Perhaps this story is not for you

Are you saying I can't read and state a negative opinion on a forum fanfic? I used to like the premise but as I said the story lost it's potential. I never said this story is "for me".

[MKSheppard]

Well, I don't think Stuart has ever tried anything this sprawling before. Virtually all of his stories have all been wrapped up by part 45+ or so. Here, we're like only 45% thru the story.

So yeah, it does seem sprawly and a mess at times. A good editor is going to be needed for the dead tree version to improve the narrative flow.

[Stuart]

It'd probably be a bit of a credibility stretch for him to turn up. Caesar? Well, honestly, you'd expect this sort of thing out of Julius Caesar and precious few others. About the only way he'd turn up is if he was the sort of man who could drag himself out of a river of lava and haul himself to freedom, and was recruited into Caesar's vast army of the undead, patiently biding their time until the legions could march victoriously on Dis, the river Styx would be lined with the crucified corpses of baldricks, and Caesar would finally be able to complete and publish his newest work Commentaries on the Infernal Wars or something similar.

There's a major difference in how Caesar and his two companions didn't end up in torment that's of critical importance to the rest of the storyline. Let me remind you of the last sentence of Part 53

Now go; go now, and may the powerful gods that caused me to be spared down here guard you also.”

Caesar would finally be able to complete and publish his newest work Commentaries on the Infernal Wars or something similar

And I have no doubt it would explain to us how he had really won the war after all.

[Stuart]

Tapton Hall, Western Sheffield, United Kingdom

"Come on now, clear out, we can't take you after all."

The older man was furious. "Are you insane? Two of us can barely walk and that guy is completely out of it." His mask was still on and his voice was slightly muffled.

"I'm sorry sir, we have priority orders. There's another unit in the next road over there." Special Constable Amstead gestured towards a row of houses half-hidden by the drifting smoke. "I have to ask you to move, now." He put his hand very deliberately on his holstered Smith & Wesson pistol, but it was more the blank uncaring look in his eyes that convinced the evacuees not to argue.

John watched the civvies limp away, the cursing man trying to support the two girls and the younger man trailing listlessly behind. It was a sad sight but this a was top priority mission. He ducked back into the building, where Constable Hillier was escorting the demoness down the central corridor. He'd managed to splint and bandage her leg and even her damaged wing with creative application of duct tape, but it was obvious that every step was still a minor agony for the creature.

"Affirmative, the weapons discharge was accidental. Piece of falling debris caught me on the arm, no injuries. My partner's radio was out, no cause for alarm. 523 out."

Constable Hillier clicked the radio off. It was lucky they'd found the demon defector first. She'd already been wounded by a unit that obviously shot first and interrogated any survivors later, and if those trigger happy Home Guard amateurs had gotten to her first they'd have likely finished the job.

"Civvies are clear, we can move her into the van now." John reported.

"My apologies for what happened to you. You did a brave thing coming here." Matthew looked at the demon uncertainly, not sure if he was improving the situation. "I'm sure with your help we can prevent this happening again."

The gorgon spoke in a silky yet slightly rasping voice. "Yess, of course, but you have to get me to that meeting with your king's advisors. I was told to speak only to them."

"Right, you were flying there when you were shot down."

'Probably the SIS Matthew thought. 'Odd, but if that's what she says...' The idea that the demon might be lying was somehow unthinkable. They'd arrived at the van; the sounds of the fire teams and circling aircraft louder than ever but the thick ashen haze rendered them invisible.

"Where did you say the rendezvous was?"

"A small village, a dozen miles to the north of here. I cannot remember the name..." Lakheenahuknaasi tried her best to look sympathetic.

'Poor thing, probably scared out of its wits.' "Barnsley perhaps? No, that's a decent size town..."

"Grimethorpe?" Special Constable Amstead volunteered. He had an aunt who still lived in that run-down sink-hole.

"Yes, that's it, Grim-thorpe!" Lakheenahuknaasi was desperate to escape this awful place, anywhere would do. She climbed into the yawning interior of the iron chariot, shuddering at the feeling of the cursed metal all around her.

“Huh, lucky guess John.”

'How can she be cold in this heat?' Matthew thought. "There's some space blankets and a thermos of tea in the back there." The gorgon blinked at him. "Shout if you need anything else. We'd best be off then." The two police officers shut the rear doors and climbed into the cab. Moments later, the van pulled away and headed north.

DIMO(N) Special Devices Assembly Facility (formerly Payne Whitney Gymnasium Complex), Yale, Connecticut

The raised track formed a convenient balcony for viewing the main assembly area, one which Dr Kuroneko had taken to spending his breaks in. The repurposed space was packed with tools, workbenches, stacked components and half-finished subassemblies. Many would not be out of place in any light engineering shop, but some were thoroughly exotic and quite a few had been requisitioned directly from high-energy physics labs. The place was crowded with engineers and technicians of diverse specialties; DIMO(N) drafted whoever they needed (not that coercion was required often) and left no stone unturned in building their tiger team. The work went on 24/7, watched by the heavily armed guards that stood at every entrance.

“Quite a sight, isn’t it.”

The flat voice again. Kuroneko tried not to look startled as he turned to face the newcomer.

“You’ve been approved for deployment over Sheffield.” the man continued “Your project plan implies that you’ll be ready to ship the first device in five more days, correct?”

“If everyone continues to work day and night and there are no more component problems, then yes. But remember that this is just a prototype…”

“Yes, you’ve made that clear, we won’t string you up if it’s a dud. Not the first time anway.” The man smiled. Kuroneko tried to smile back.

“You’ve got a third prototype under production now?” he continued.

“Yes, but we’re holding further components for the weaponised version. The engineers tell me those HT superconductors are hell to work with, we’ve trimmed another three hundred kilos off but I’m not sure how much more we can take out.”

“These aviation types don’t look hard enough. I’ll see if I can get you some ICBM RV designers. There’s no one better at shaving ounces.”

Kuroneko didn’t know how this mysterious civilian was going to rustle up nuclear missile builders and wasn’t sure he wanted to know. Both men stared out at the work in progress.

“In any case, you’ve been assigned a designation. EBU-5(V)1, prototypes will be mod 0, first production run will be mod 1. McAlester is turning out the casings for you now, based on the GBU-43 supersize design study. C-17s will be providing emergency capability until we can dedicate B-1s for the role, crews are about to start training in Nevada. Just as soon as we can spray paint some weather balloons black to serve as the targets.”

Kuroneko wished he could tell when this guy was joking. Best to change the subject, the thought.

“What about early warning? Would you believe, the cellphone companies told us to quit bothering them! Told us to go through the FCC, and they’re a bunch of…”

He was cut off again. “Not a problem. I have it on good authority that they’ll be a presidential order going out in the morning. You’ll have full access to network diagnostics and freedom to reprogram the base stations as needed.”

“Right. Well, that’s great. Thank you.” Kuroneko stammered. “Of course that’s just, ahh, how do you say, ‘emergency capability’, until the production line for the dedicated sensors is running.”

“Of course.” The man looked at his watch. “Keep up the good work, Doctor.” He walked briskly away, leaving Kuroneko alone.

‘Damn’, the scientist thought, ‘now my coffee’s gone cold’.

Lady Wood, near Grimthorpe, United Kingdom

The big police Transit rolled to a halt on the loose gravel, stopping under the canopy of trees at the end of the disused lane. Two police officers got out and opened the rear doors. An unearthly humanoid form emerged, trailing oversized bat-wings and gleaming bronze and silver in the fading afternoon light. The silver came from the mylar blanket that the creature had wrapped around itself like a shroud.

"Are you ok?" Constable Matthew Hillier looked at the demon dubiously.

"Well enough, human." She flashed a fanged grin. “Your assistance is appreciated.”

"You're sure this is it? There's no sign of anyone else here."

"I was to meet them at a farmhouse, in that direction I believe." The demon pointed into the trees, seemingly at random. "You will escort me of course."

"Of course." Matthew echoed. He was feeling increasingly uneasy about this. There was something wrong here... had someone tricked the demon perhaps? To what end? In any case they couldn't abandon her. He unslung his MP5 and moved forward.

"That was a close call back at the checkpoint." his partner remarked, after a few minutes walking. “If those yobs hadn't been making a scene, they probably would've searched us.”

“Yeah, then we'd have had some fast talking to do.” Matthew couldn't shake the feeling something was horribly wrong here. The more he thought about it – and for some reason he hadn't until now – this scenario made no sense. Why where they here? Why had they taken that creature at its word? Suddenly he realized that the demon was no longer beside them. Clarity came a moment too late. The spray of paralyzing darts pierced his back and for the second time his limbs went rigid before he could draw a bead on the demon. For a moment he stood like a statue, before falling to the ground stiffly. As he fell he saw that John had suffered the same fate.

Lakheenahuknaasi limped up to the paralyzed humans. They always looked so pitiful, frozen in horror like that. And to think that they'd been trying to show her pity.

“It's almost a shame, after you've been so helpful.” Clinically, she reached down with a clawed hand and ripped out the first man's throat. “But I'm afraid you've become more trouble than you're worth”. The second man was staring at her in terror; he mumbled something, but it was too slurred for the gorgon to tell whether it was begging or defiance. No matter. She grabbed his throat and squeezed the life out of him. Finally giving in to her instincts, Lakheenahuknaasi dropped to her knees and began to feast.

After half an hour she'd had her fill. The demoness dragged what was left of the bodies into a nearby ditch, concealed them as best she could and slipped away into the woods.

Underground Caverns, City of Dis, Hell

Despite the oppressiveness of being cooped up underground, Richard Dawkins was fully recovered and had been for some time. The professor of biology part of him was only half conscious of his surroundings, the rest of his mind was riveted on the world around him. As the trauma of his days of torment had slowly died, long after no trace of the hideous burns remained, he'd begun to take note of hell, his scientific training taking over.

Even here, inside this labyrinth of granite caves, he'd examined his environment. The floor was coated with mud, brown, but flecked with what looked a bit like duckweed, or algae of some sort. It was the consistency of cake batter. There were tufts of thick grass growing out of it here and there, but it wasn't like any grass he'd ever seen – short, thick, and serrated. On the walls surrounding him, were strange lichen formations. And the bugs – the bugs were like nothing in his experience.

An evolutionary etymologist by profession, Dawkins had spent his life studying insects. He knew a new species when he saw one, and right now, all the things he was seeing were new species. The flies buzzing around, flitting from wall to wall, light source to light source, were larger and faster than their counterparts back on Earth. The dragonflies that swooped in and out of the shadows that marked the natural origin of this complex did so on iridescent wings that were colored to reflect the environment of Hell, striated orange beneath and muddy brown above. Dawkins supposed that they must have a natural predator, else there would have been no need for camouflage from above.

So, in the true spirit of scientific inquiry (he would not admit to himself that he had nothing better tp do at this point) he devoted himself to carefully watching the insects around him for several hours. Finally, he was vindicated as a small, dark-orange bird swept out of the shadows, caught a particularly large and (Dawkins supposed) juicy dragonfly in its beak, and perched on a convenient ledge not two meters from him. As it crunched on its meal, it looked for all the world like a little puffed-up bundle of feathers with two large, black eyes and a short, sharp beak.

Yet for all its differences, the more he thought about it, the more he was convinced that everything here was similar, somehow, to everything on Earth. The biosystems had to be related somehow; it was all slightly different, slightly off, from the natural ecosystem, but they were so much the same. Certainly not the entirely different life forms one would expect from a completely separated alternate universe. That fitted in with all his observations to date, wherever this place was, it shared a common ancestry with Earth. Or at least the creatures here did. He wondered briefly if they were the, he tried to think of a description, his mind rebelling from using the word soul,

It didn’t help that he wasn’t quite aware of what his exact status was here. Somewhere between a guest and a prisoner and certainly a damned nuisance (literally he reflected bitterly). The door of his room wasn’t locked but he was cautioned that the network of caves was great and it had dangers all of its own. Early in his stay, that woman, Rahab, had taken him for a walk through the tunnels and he had seen a row of ants marching from one crack in the walls to another. They had been the size of his big toe, larger and fatter than any sort of ant he'd ever heard of on Earth. And, they were dark, mud-colored. Their pincers were almost certainly able to break skin; he took some care to take a big step over the line. He’d turned to Rahab and tapped her on the shoulder. “Excuse me.”

She didn't stop, but flatly shot back, “What?”

“Do you spend much time here?”

“Not as much as I would wish. Do you think I want to get caught out in the open by those demons?”

“Ah.” Dawkins was silent for a moment, then spoke again. “Rahab, do you think you can answer a few questions for me?”

She audibly rolled her eyes. “All right.”

“Do you know what kind of ants those are?”

“Ants?” Rahab sounded genuinely surprised. “What ants?”

“The ants we just stepped over.”

For a moment, Rahab cast about her memory. “Ah, those ants. There are a lot of them around here. What about them?”

“Do you know anything about them?” Dawkins asked.

“Not really.” She paused for a second, looked at him, then continued walking forward. After another few minutes, she asked quietly over her shoulder, “What do you care about ants?”

Dawkins, busy scanning the ground for insects, said after a few seconds, “Well, the ecosystem here is fascinating. Those ants aren't like anything back on Earth. So I'm trying to find out about them, and about all the other plants and animals, to learn more about Hell and what its history must have been.”

Rahab frowned. “You can tell the history of the place just by looking at its plants and animals?”

“A little bit,” said Dawkins. “We can make some surmises as to the evolutionary history of the ecosystem by studying the plants and animals. For example, we can tell how long ago their ancestors came here from Earth, and how much has occurred since then.”

She’d looked at him, bewildered, and shown him the way back to his room. And he’d been here more or less ever since. It was comfortable enough although if Dawkins made it back to Earth, he would never complain about a Ramada Inn again. He’d had nothing to do other than watch the insects and try to work out if any of them were dangerous. He was still mulling over the options there, contact poisons, bites, spitting, when there was a knock on the door.

“Come in.”

Rahab entered the room, two men behind her. Dawkins recognized the type instantly. Heavies. Muscle. The names varied from country to country but their kind never did. He didn’t know whether this was a good time to get scared or already too late for that. But, they didn’t look hostile. More curious than anything else.

“Our leader would like to speak with you. We will take you to him and then we must go outside. Do you need help?”

Dawkins relaxed. A little. “No, Rahab, I’m recovered now.” He turned to the two men. “I’m Richard Dawkins.”

“Good for you.” The fair-haired man grunted the words out.

“Don’t mind him. He’s always a bit irritable when Caesar’s alone. I’m Titus Pullo, he’s Lucius Vorenus.”

“The Titus Pullo and Lucius Vorenus?” Dawkins was stunned.

The big man laughed. “So, you’ve read Caesar’s book then. Spins a good yarn doesn’t he.”

“I’ve read the book, but you’re the stars of a television program as well.”

The big man looked confused. Rahab cut smoothly in. “Don’t worry Titus, none of understand what he’s saying most of the time. He likes ants though, if you see any, take him to them. They’ll keep him happy for hours.”

[Shroom Man 777]

Aw, that's just cute! Richard Dawkins-kun and Rahab-chan! ^__^

[Darth Yoshi]

Screw that. Gimme more Caesar! *begins chanting*

[Stuart Mackey]

Hmmm crack, good crack, need more crack.

[Stuart Mackey]

Ad Hoc is ok, temporarily, and the nation with the most gets to command, but I am sure that China, Russia will produce their five star generals and the Brits will no doubt put someone up to Field Marshall. I am sure that some one will eventually point out to the politicians (suits and uniforms)that appendage size is pointless, ability is better.

We have that planned out.

General of the Armies of the United States; a six star rank.

Link

Speaking of that. We need to send a Ranger expedition into hell to find George Washington, free him, and give him his Six Star Rank.

Washington? phht, Duke Of Wellington is a vastly more capable general, which is what counts, a former PM and a Lord of the Realm for a reason, six stars be damned.

[Raesene]

I'm requesting a scene of Caesar, Pullo and Vorenus watching 'Rome'...

Caesar was Pontfex Maximus, so he might have known (and experimented) with rituals that contacted other powers.

Maybe Jupiter is also somewhere there and could help him (or his divine ancestor Venus intervened for him)

[Darth Wong]

I'm requesting a scene of Caesar, Pullo and Vorenus watching 'Rome'...

I imagine that Caesar would have more pressing plans than watching a video docudrama about his own history. Abigor has been doing Movie Night every day because he's got nothing else to do apart from answering questions.

[GrandMasterTerwynn]

I'm requesting a scene of Caesar, Pullo and Vorenus watching 'Rome'...

Caesar was Pontfex Maximus, so he might have known (and experimented) with rituals that contacted other powers.

Maybe Jupiter is also somewhere there and could help him (or his divine ancestor Venus intervened for him)

Yes, he was accorded divine ancestry. Jupiter and Venus both. And the Romans did deify him.

Who knows, maybe Caesar actually was a nephilim by way of Jupiter/Zeus, and thus falls under the apparent non-interference clause.

[JN1]

Man, I almost missed two chapter! Glad I dropped by.

the Brits will no doubt put someone up to Field Marshall. I am sure that some one will eventually point out to the politicians (suits and uniforms)that appendage size is pointless, ability is better.

We already have; the Chief of the General Staff, Sir Richard Dannatt has already been promoted to Field Marshal. It's unlikely we'd promote a field commander much past Lt. General though, unless we assemble something like the 21st AG, or the BAF of 1918.

Washington? phht, Duke Of Wellington is a vastly more capable general, which is what counts, a former PM and a Lord of the Realm for a reason, six stars be damned.

I'd get Haig, or Slim, or maybe Sir John Moore out myself, but that's just me. Of course we'd also have to get out the likes of Nelson and ABC.
I does strike me that once we start rescuing more people we're going to have an awful lot of Field Marshals, Admirals of the Fleet and Marshals of the Royal Air Force (Dowding and Harris would be on my list for rescuing too).

If the Brits have anything like DIMO(N), then it's probably time we amalgamated it with the American department, as was done with the Manhattan project, if we haven't done already. We have plenty of experts over here, but lack the resources of the US and duplicating effort would be a waste.

Shame to see that gorgon escape.

Nice work, Stu.

[Sidewinder]

Cool. I'm at the edge of my seat, anticipating the nuking of Tartarus and the demonic assault on Camp Hell-Alpha.

Oh, JN1? Don't worry too much about the escaped gorgon. It's time will come (in a short but bloody manner).

[Stuart Mackey]

Man, I almost missed two chapter! Glad I dropped by.

the Brits will no doubt put someone up to Field Marshall. I am sure that some one will eventually point out to the politicians (suits and uniforms)that appendage size is pointless, ability is better.

We already have; the Chief of the General Staff, Sir Richard Dannatt has already been promoted to Field Marshal. It's unlikely we'd promote a field commander much past Lt. General though, unless we assemble something like the 21st AG, or the BAF of 1918.

Forgot Dannatt, but the Brit Five star rank would come with a theatre command or an army group command. Of course it all depends on size of forces feilded, Will Britain field a an army group? They have the capacity to do so.

I'd get Haig, or Slim, or maybe Sir John Moore out myself, but that's just me. Of course we'd also have to get out the likes of Nelson and ABC.
I does strike me that once we start rescuing more people we're going to have an awful lot of Field Marshals, Admirals of the Fleet and Marshals of the Royal Air Force (Dowding and Harris would be on my list for rescuing too).

Wellington is best for the armies, Moore had a tendency to not play well with others. Honestly most of these guys will be for the historians to chat to, and be given a decent retirement. Some may wish to be back in service, but they would be in for a huge learning curve and its hard to say how well they would cope, guys like Slim, Monty and later etc would do ok, but the rest they are so outdated now its hard to say. Still some, like Marlborough and Napoleon, would happily turn Politician, which they had a tendency to be IRL.

If the Brits have anything like DIMO(N), then it's probably time we amalgamated it with the American department, as was done with the Manhattan project, if we haven't done already. We have plenty of experts over here, but lack the resources of the US and duplicating effort would be a waste.

True, so long as they hold onto the results of the programme.

[The Vortex Empire]

Too bad that Gorgon escaped.

[JN1]

Oh, JN1? Don't worry too much about the escaped gorgon. It's time will come (in a short but bloody manner).

Oh, I'm not worried at all. I was just hoping to write her demise at the hands of the volcanic survey team's RMP escort.

but the rest they are so outdated now its hard to say.

Haig, I think would do very well. Most of the techniques that modern armies take for granted were pioneered by the BEF/BAF while it was under his command. Modern armoured vehicles and comms would give him the things he was always looking for - mobility and a way to effectively control a large army. Plus he's the only British general to have experience of commanding a really large army; 21st AG would easily be swallowed whole by the BAF at its peak.

Will Britain field a an army group? They have the capacity to do so.

Personally I think we should, and we certainly have the manpower to support one. It all depends on how long the war lasts and on the needs of Home Defence.