Worthy of Their Mettle: A Superhero Timeline

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    Zipacna was dead.

    It took Annette longer than it should have to come to terms with that.

    She had killed an ancient God.

    She stared at the crater in horror and amazement.

    Seeing her folly she teleported back to Fort Schwarzkopf to help in the defense. To her amazement the forces of the false Sun God were retreating.

    She manifested in the middle of the base. There was quiet. Not celebration, but more so a feeling of confusion. Their triumph was inexplicable.

    The troops of the United States Army and the Vanguard of the Oppressed had retreated behind the walls. They all looked at her in amazement. Bakos and Esmeralda were first among them, closest to her.

    "What happened?" asked Bakos.

    "I'm not entirely sure how I did it, but I think I killed Zipacna."

    "You killed a god?" asked Esmeralda. Here nostrils were flared and her brow was rigid. She did not immediately believe this.

    "And yet it happened," replied Bakos. "I have faith in her."

    Esmeralda sneered.

    "What has happened elsewhere?" inquired Annette nervously. "How goes the war here?"

    Bakos gave her a distraught look. Esmeralda fumed with righteous anger.

    "He has nearly obliterated most of Mexico and has laid waste to most of the US between Los Angeles and Houston." Annette could tell Bakos was holding back tears.

    "Is there any way we can help?"

    "We've lost most communication with the mainland. Washington is telling us to hold our ground, but asked you make it to California. That's where he is confirmed to be." He paused.

    "You were their ultimate weapon."

    "I know. If those were Washington's orders I will follow them." She inhaled. "Good luck," she said to her compatriots.

    "Good luck to you as well," replied Bakos. Esmeralda nodded her assent.

    Annette envisioned her hometown.

    Santa Monica. She could remember her carefree childhood, long before this apocalypse had begun, but still during a terrible war, the Russian one to be precise. But that did not touch Santa Monica.

    She envisioned her old house.

    She found herself in a wasteland.

    She looked around frantically, hyperventilating. Was she in the right place?

    There were crumbled streets. She leaped into the air to survey the ruin, and the shattered roadways were familiar. This was Santa Monica.

    Or was, at least.
     
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    This is coming along very well. Will you cover more of the background leading up to 2012 as well?
     
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    Through the grey skies punctuated a bright light which moved ever closer. She could feel a psionic presence moving along with it, and that presence was angry. That presence was aware that something was amiss, and was intent on correcting such an unholy injustice.

    The sun god screeched and cawed, and hurled beams of fire and light at her.

    "I did not imagine that the usurpers would have the likes of you among their rank," she felt him opine through his psionic abilities.

    "Clearly I am not normal."

    She leaped into the air to avoid the blasts. She felt the psionic waves emanating from him, attempting to throw her around, trying to silence her once and for all. Being the psionic entity she had become, she could resist him.

    The jumping around and avoiding his psionic attacks grew to be almost dull. She tried to channel the otherworldly energy that she had used to defeat Zipacna, to only some avail.

    Every time she tried, she grew stronger. She could channel more and more of this particular kind of energy and focus it on the deity. She felt herself tampering with reality, impaired by his sheer psionic presence.

    "Annette."

    This was not the voice of Vucub Caquix, nor was it the voice of the entity that had addressed her previously. The voice was almost feminine, unlike the deep voices of the other two.

    "It has come to our attention that this threat of yours is beyond the scope of that which we can ignore. We have familiarized ourselves with the rules of your particular reality. We will aid you."

    "What?" she asked.

    "We are channeling immense amounts of psionic energy to you in a way that will not hurt you. Go. Do what you did to Zipacna to him."

    She focused. She felt the groundswell of energy inside her, and focused it all on Vucub Caquix.

    Once more, she felt everything.

    Worlds and universes and civilizations beyond all comprehensions entered her consciousness, and they flowed into the god. He screamed and cawed and shrieked.

    "I know this is complicated. But things far beyond this world need you. They need your help, for the sake of all reality."

    The shrieks stopped, and the sun god fell to his end.

    And the cold, metallic presence in the shadow of Jupiter began moving towards the third planet from the sun.
     
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    I think the crux of it is well established, although I will go into more as the story requires.
     
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    The birds flew away and the lizards scampered about, and the cultists were in full retreat.

    The report had come in from Washington. Vucub Caquix was dead.

    The jubilation of the troops and of the bulk of the Guatemalan population created a thunder that could be heard for miles around.

    But their jubilation would not go unanswered.

    It was American psionic and radar based detection systems that saw the presence that had emerged from the shadow of Jupiter position itself not far out from the moon. From there, it released several smaller entities.

    In the blood-soaked highlands of Guatemala landed a structure several stories high with metal plating that glimmered in bluish white, with several components on it. It emitted a tremendous amount of psionic energy but did not do much of anything immediately.

    Similar structures came down in other places.

    One, in the plateau of Qinghai Province, China.

    One, in the deserts of Rajasthan in India.

    One, in the Meseta Central of Spain.

    And one in the wasteland of Santa Monica, California.

    As humanity wondered what these things were, the presence in the Earth's orbit sent out more ships, down towards Europe, where Cabrakan was marching on Strasbourg. Europe's armies had prepared for a titanic battle in Prague, that city that had already seen so much. But they would not be necessary.

    These silvery ships made short work of the cultist armies, and were augmented by similar entities created by the device in Spain. In addition to their ships, metallic insectoid machines served as ground support, alongside other vehicles. Cabrakan himself was incinerated by a bombardment of beams that no human had yet seen.

    And as the world's mouths were agape in wonder, a single message was heard to all, emanating from a psionic beacon that dwarfed even that of Vucub Caquix.

    "You have no idea what you have just unleashed. You have no idea what sinister forces that are now coming. You have played with fire and you have not yet seen the destructiveness you will wreak. Insatiable entities from beyond this universe now know of your existence, and they are coming. We have arrived to preempt them, and to save you all."

    Satellite feed picked up further ships coming from the entity near the moon. They began to elongate, and extended, to the horror of Earth governments, cannons.

    These cannons then aimed themselves away from Earth.
     
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    Fort Meade, Maryland

    The readings coming in from Europe, and indeed the globe over, were stunning. The array of screens was blinking and shifting to this map and that map, and the psionic readings were off the scale.

    Donald Rumsfeld was worried. Very worried. He sat at the end of the gigantic table, with generals and admirals and all sorts of military people surrounding him. The atmosphere was one of great tenseness.

    Rumsfeld broke the silence. "Do we know what that thing in Santa Monica is?"

    Secretary of Defense Petraeus stated plainly, "no sir. However, it is my understanding that the psionic emanation suggests it is in communication with some other entity which we cannot detect."

    Rumsfeld inhaled and exhaled, with exasperation. "This just becomes less and less comprehensible by the day."

    In front of the screens manifested a great light, with a slight green tinge. As it faded, there were six of the metallic insectoid things that had been in combat in Europe, but smaller, small enough to fit in the room. There were three on each side.

    They were flanking a human being.

    This human was male, older, white haired, and of European descent. He was dressed in a brown business suit.

    "We have answers," he said.

    Security guards on either side of the room immediately raised their rifles. Without warning the metallic insectoids fired green rays which reduced them to ash.

    Two of them moved to block the doorways, and projected green fields that seemed to block access.

    "Who are you?" blurted Rumsfeld, "and how are you in here?"

    "We could discern your location through ways we are not willing to reveal. That being said, I have a preposition."

    There was silence.

    Secretary of State Huntsman proclaimed "What is it then?"

    Rumsfeld shook his head but saw he could not do much.

    "The answer is simple. We help you defend your world, and you help us in our war."

    "What war?" asked Petraeus.

    "It is vastly complicated, but to simplify for your own benefit, eons ago when this creation was new there was a group of beings who thought the existence of anything beyond that which came out of the first big bang was an affront to existence. My overseers see otherwise, and want to preserve creation."

    He continued. "Those that want to see all sentient life other than themselves scorched to ashes are coming; the vast psionic energy unleashed first by Vucub Caquix and then by your own Annette Zhou attracted their attention. We have established their arrival, and erected the towers on your world in part to serve as anchors of sorts so they cannot destroy your world from another universe entirely."

    The military men and women were confused and stunned.

    "And who are you?"

    "Humphrey Jansen. I'm from Boston, or at least a Boston. Not one from this planet, surely."
     
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    "So you mean to say you're from another reality?" asked Petraeus.

    "Yes. I come from a world where in the early part of the last century we were invaded by the Stewards, as we call ourselves. Suffice to say we needed to secure that timeline in the face of this millennia-long war. Now, your world is a target."

    More silence.

    "So you mean to say that you are here to protect us?"

    "Yes. We believe in the protection of life and of reality. That being said, our common practice is to demand a form of ... tribute from the civilizations we protect, and we intend to make that demand clear."

    Yet more silence.

    Rumsfeld rose. "What sort of tribute do you want from us?"

    "Nothing that would jeopardize your rule. What we ask is that you provide the occasional military units to help us prosecute the war in other worlds. Given your particular military deployments with your 'superhumans' I think they could form a good core of an international task force."

    "With what other nations?"

    "We are simultaneously consulting with the other two powers on this planet to provide their own detachments, and their client states will follow, much as yours will, presumably."

    Rumsfeld's eyebrows wrinkled. "What other two powers?"

    "China and India." Jansen looked confused. "With all the damage done to your country in the recent war your capacity to exert force is now significantly reduced. That being said there is still enough for our needs for the foreseeable future. And we will provide reconstruction efforts."

    "Is there a catch?"

    "We will need your help in reworking the international order to suit our purposes, yes. Nothing big, I would imagine."
     
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    From Washington, Beijing, and New Delhi emanated the call to comply with the visitors' demands. They were persuasive, as being beholden to weapons in orbit would naturally make smaller nations comply. And so many nations agreed to provide their own superhumans as well as other troops to this international task force to go beyond this universe.

    That being said there were some countries of the world that were not enthused, and wanted nothing to do with the hegemons' demands. In one particular city in one particular country, the response was indeed quite cold.

    That city was Belgrade.

    That country was Yugoslavia.

    And so its Veliky Vozhd Black George, taking his name from an old national hero, refused any requests from foreign ambassadors.

    Ambassador Howell had thought that something regarding the continued existence of the human species, and by extension his nation, would be amenable to compliance.

    "These ... things do not seem like the types that would let you continue to exist."

    Without another word Black George had expelled Howell, and indeed the entire American embassy staff. They flew back to Washington within a week.

    Then the Veliky Vozhd decided that he had best demonstrate his power to the world.

    The massive military parade through Belgrade was televised and covered extensively through state internet sites. The generals were there in all their regalia, the troops marched in formation, and behind them rumbled the tanks. Overhead flew fighters and bombers and helicopters and airborne superhumans.

    And of course, the full powers of Black George were on display.

    He shot beams wrecked surplus weapons bought from the Iranians or the North Koreans. It was a grand spectacle.

    And then all the men and all the tanks were put on the borders, in case anyone dared trifle with the domain of Black George.
     
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    Excerpt from an article in the Wiener Zeitung, December 27th, 2012, entitled Yugoslavia Undertaking Training Exercises near Border

    The arrival of the so-called Stewards has had most of the nations of the world falling in with the major powers, with the exceptions of countries like our neighbor Yugoslavia. Black George, the superhuman dictator of the country since the 1990s, has resisted the call to send forces to the Stewards' wars elsewhere, and made a very clear statement against it with a military parade in Belgrade.

    [...]

    Yugoslavian planes have been spotted near the border between the Slovenian republic and Carinthia and Tyrol, in one case briefly going over the boundary at the Carinthian town of Bleiburg. Austrian and American planes have been on alert, but no violent action between the two sides has occurred.

    [...]

    Yugoslavian tanks, infantry, and superhumans have been sighted near the border, but well enough in Yugoslavian territory to prevent any international incident. That being said, the commander of American forces in Europe, Stephen Townsend, has put all forces in countries bordering Yugoslavia on high alert. Speaking from Prague, Townsend said that

    "The United States has put its full faith in the Stewards and their reclamation efforts. International cooperation is required for the reconstruction of the planet to proceed, and not doing so puts our planet at risk of being assailed by extraterrestrial forces."

    [...]

    Amateur video feed has shown American aircraft escorting extraterrestrial craft from France and Spain to Austria, and landing at Modling Air Force Base. The US government has denied any Steward involvement, but this is not widely believed.
     
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    Townsend [commander of US forces in Europe] - > Petraeus [Secretary of Defense]

    We are expecting an incident with the Yugoslavians at any moment. More incidents near Klagenfurt, Szeged, and Timisoara. All forces on high alert.

    Petraeus - > Townsend

    Rumsfeld authorizes usage of superhuman strike teams on Yugoslavian bases if Yugoslavians go too far.

    Townsend - > Petraeus

    What of the Stewards? Are they planning anything?

    Petraeus - > Townsend

    They want to see us in action before they do anything. Nevertheless they are still in Modling and are likely observing us through other channels.

    Townsend - > Petraeus

    Understood. Has Rumsfeld said anything about nukes?

    Petraeus - > Townsend

    Only if necessary. He wants the Stewards to think we're kind. After all they are the ones with cannons in orbit. But don't worry, we are sending some special superhumans to be at your disposal - including the one at Santa Monica.
     
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    Annette knew she could teleport almost anywhere else other than the charred ruins of her hometown, but she didn't want to. She was simply overwhelmed, and did not have the mental fortitude to do such a thing again, and would not for a long time.

    She wandered the remains of what was once Greater Los Angeles. She could sense that there were new psionic forces arriving on this planet. She felt like she could interact with them, but she chose not to.

    It was for days she rambled about the ruin, not talking to anyone, eating whatever little she could find.

    "Annette."

    She looked back. This was something clearly mundane, not psionic. Accompanying the words was the whir of helicopter rotors.

    Accompanied by an armed guard was John Gonzalez, the scientist who had ultimately made the decision to give her these powers.

    "Gonzalez," she said as she retained formality (through her own psionic power of course), "what are you doing here?"

    "We've been searching for you for some time now. Apparently what you did drained a lot of your own energy and so your psionic emissions were weaker, and we couldn't tell you apart from normal people from infrared and satellite scans. Now, though we found you."

    "And for what purpose?"

    Gonzalez grimaced. "The President needs you to lead a crack team of superhuman operatives in the main assault against Yugoslavia."

    "An assault on Yugoslavia? What?"

    "You have a lot of catching up to do," he said.

    "What of Bakos and Ormanni and Wheeling?" she asked him about her former compatriots.

    "If all goes well you will see them again, after this mission. Rumsfeld has a lot in store for you."
     
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    Modling Air Force Base, south of Vienna

    None of this made any sense to Annette. Aliens to whom the US government was beholden? An international force to be sent to other worlds?

    And she was to lead them?

    She didn't want to. But when she was shown the footage of their landing, she recognized them. When she had received her powers among the visions she had seen was a battle between two great fleets in space, one colored a silvery blue. Those were these Stewards. Who else were they? She didn't know. But they were here, and they could destroy this planet.

    So she would lead them.

    But first, she was to take down a rogue dictator in Yugoslavia.

    As the plane she was taking to Modling touched down, Gonzalez introduced her to a team of superhumans, seven in number. They all wore combat fatigues with white and red accents, with a shoulder patch she recognized as the coat of arms of the District of Columbia.

    "I would like to introduce you to the Magnificent Intentions," explained Gonzalez. "A new team being nurtured by the Defense Department. As an attempt to better represent our nation's capital, they are all from the Washington, D.C. area.

    Their leader walked forward. She was a blonde woman, just under six feet. "Allison Campbell, otherwise the Taser," she introduced herself, with just a hint of self-absorption.

    Annette could sense that this woman was a pampered little girl who simply happened to have superpowers. She reminded her of the annoying white liberals of metropolitan Los Angeles, where she had grown up. This young woman was thoroughly convinced of her own intellectual and moral superiority, she could sense. She nevertheless said nothing.

    She sat through the introductions, giving token words after each of them. After Campbell had introduced herself, she conversed only in psionic emissions; they were a bit taken aback but they figured out the point of her actions.

    When all was said and done, she turned to Gonzalez. "Since this is done, would it be permissible for me to test my powers? In the air, of course, and no property damage."

    "That actually was the intention," remarked Gonzalez. "Go ahead."

    She nodded, and looked into the sky. She focused at one particular point, and there she was.

    She zipped and zapped over the skies, opening the occasional portal. It worked.

    She made one teleport, and was for a moment surprised by a tremendous noise. Her eyes darted to the left and beheld a fighter jet barreling right towards her. However her reflexes were not fast enough, and she collided with the plane.

    As she fell, she teleported herself to the ground. She saw the wreckage of the plane tumble down. On one chunk, she saw a roundel, but not the white star of the United States Air Force, nor the white triangle on a red circle of the Austrian air force.

    It was the white cross of Yugoslavia.
     
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    The bunker under the fortress of Belgrade was packed with generals and admirals and air marshals and other such people. Above the fortress was the statue of Pobednik, the Victor, who commemorated Serbia's victory in its wars. Apropos of both past and present situations, it looked towards Austria.

    Black George was decidedly not content with their chatter. He merely sat at the head of the table and listened halfheartedly. It had been twenty minutes since the American superwoman had destroyed one of his planes, and the options were to strike or not to strike.

    "We need to respond now! We need to take down Modling before the Americans can respond!" blurted out general Milosevic. Black George trusted Milosevic but found him to be rather grandiose at times.

    General Karadzic backed Milosevic. "Do it! Listen to Slobodan and get it done! They will pummel us!"

    There were a few objectors, like Vojislav Seselj and Mirko Jovic, wanted a more measured response. Black George saw them merely as squabbling fools who hadn't been necessary for about two decades.

    "Enough."

    There was silence.

    "Send in a large wave of bombers to take down Modling and other smaller installations in Tyrol and Styria. That being said, send another group of both aircraft and Enhanced Chetniks to escort me."

    "Where are you going?" asked Seselj.

    "Vienna."

    With that he left the room, and took off into flight, as his synthesis as the embodiment of the Serbian nation had given him. He could fly and squash tanks and manipulate objects without touching them; not uncommon powers by themselves, but he was powered by all Serbia. He knew what he could do.

    And as he flew to Vienna more flying men and women, and fighter planes, came behind him. They didn't need to protect him; he could take care of American planes by himself. He did so. He smashed the fighters and the bombers and maybe a few transport planes.

    He could hear the alarm sirens of Vienna pulsating, warning the people of that shackled nation to flee and let their foreign overlords defend them.

    With his landing the gloriette at Schonbrunn Palace shattered, and the earth below him shook.
     
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    Annette had never been to Vienna, and as such she needed to be dropped over there. She could not yet find it in the morass of perception she experienced, but she could get vague inklings. She had never been to London, but she had found what had appeared to be the London she had read of.

    Still wasn't good enough to get there herself, so here she was onboard this plane. The Magnificent Intentions were behind her. All was silent.

    Gonzalez, who was still at Modling, was giving them a briefing. "You see," he stated plainly, "he's powerful. But nothing compared to Vucub-Caquix."

    Annette could hear the Magnificent Intentions murmur when he mentioned that. She could sense that they were in awe of her. She payed them no heed.

    "He is currently on the grounds of the Schonbrunn Palace. He is currently engaged with an Austrian special forces team of superhumans. You are to provide them backup. Godspeed."

    The intercom, from which the pilot spoke, announced that they would be over Schonbrunn Palace soon. The Magnificent Intentions (the ones that couldn't fly, anyway) prepared their parachutes.

    The plane's floor opened out onto the air, and below she could see the battle. She pinpointed her location, and in an instant she was there.

    Black George threw objects and beams at two Austrian superhumans, one man and one woman. They were clearly exhausted.

    "I will give you one chance to surrender," she said without frills to him. "Otherwise you will never see your beloved Serbia again."

    He stopped. "Really? I don't know who you are, but I assure you that the patriarch of all Serbs will defeat whatever you pathetic mongrel Americans can throw at me!"

    He began monologuing. She opened a portal behind him, and he was sucked in.

    Only after that did the parachuting Intentions land.

    "That's it?" one asked.

    "Yes. I was the one who took down Vucub Caquix, if you were not aware."

    "Good show, Annette!" remarked Gonzalez from her transceiver. "That was almost anticlimactic!"

    "So is Rumsfeld going to use me to take down third world tinpot dictators now? Is that it?"

    "Not necessarily. As I said, you have great things in your future. And I believe you have passed the test."
     
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    Evreux, France

    Much like a lot of Normandy, and indeed a lot of France, Evreux was a bombed out shell of what it once had been. Even after the military had withdrawn, the forces of Cabrakan had taken great care to immolate it, as they methodically had done to a great many places from Lisbon up to Munich. The Stewards had descended and 'liberated' the country, but even they had to admit there was not much left to liberate.

    There were very few survivors. They lived in a compound assembled under an old church, and would scamper about the ruins of the city to find what they could to survive.

    During the battle over Evreux between the cultists and the Stewards, a flying Steward vessel of some type had been shot down. It careened into the ground near the river Iton and fell cold.

    The remaining people had made scouting parties to the vessel, but none had dared touched it. It was thought that perhaps it would wake up and attack should they disturb it.

    Even as rumors of reconstruction efforts came to the town France still lay in ruins. The focus was on Yugoslavia and all the nonsense that entailed.

    Which is why it was so odd having a fleet of helicopters descend upon Evreux, and then large trucks following them. They were all painted black.

    The scouts sent by the locals found that they were all surrounding the downed Steward ship. They were threatened by armed men to keep away.

    A day later the trucks and the helicopters and the armed men left Evreux.

    The Steward vessel was nowhere to be found.
     
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    Mount Sterling, Illinois

    Forgottonia, that isolated part of western Illinois that both Washington and Springfield pretended didn't exist, was a rather apt place for eccentric rich people to make their homes. If nobody cared what was going on there, nobody bothered to look too deeply into what was going on.

    Even so the limousine with the cross of Charlemagne painted on its hood only attracted so much attention in the town of Mount Sterling. The driver was separated from his single passenger by a privacy screen, which insulated both sides from each other's noise.

    "What makes you think I want to rule a bunch of uninhabited rocks?" asked the passenger. "Tell me again why I would pay you idiots to scavenge alien weapons from France, Spain, Guatemala and Mexico to rule depopulated blips in the north Atlantic? The Canaries? The Azores? Madeira? Hell no! I am a king by my birthright, and I need subjects! Saint Helena it is!"

    The passenger angrily pressed the 'hang up' button on his mobile phone. He imagined that, before mobile phones, slamming the phone onto the base would have been much more satisfying. Nevertheless he did not have that old-timey luxury.

    The limousine pulled into a driveway to an old mansion, isolated from the town center. Well, not that old; the Braithwaite family didn't get its wealth until after World War II.

    "Mr. Braithwaite, we have arrived," announced the driver.

    Jackson Braithwaite exited the limousine without a word. He checked his pockets.

    Phone, keys, wallet, pistol.

    The door to the mansion too had the centuries-old cross of Charlemagne mounted on it, in gold. Jackson knocked.

    After a few seconds, the door opened, and there stood his father, Edward Braithwaite.

    "No, Jackson, I am not giving you any more money for your idiot scheme."

    "But father!" pleaded Jackson. "My sweetheart Lindsey wants to be a queen!"

    Edward rolled his eyes.

    "Father, I am your only child, and if you want to have grandchildren it would be befitting that they be princes and princesses!"

    "I did not need to crown your mother royalty to have you," spat Edward.

    Jackson barged in, and gestured his hand to the massive painting that adorned the wall. It was a massive family tree, with portraits starting at Charlemagne, the first Holy Roman Emperor, and going through the ages down to Edward Braithwaite. Jackson was still incensed he had not yet been added.

    "Look at that! You too believe we are of royal line, but you do nothing to justify that! What I am doing is what we are entitled to by our birth! Do you not see it, father? Do you not see what you have kept in your own home for decades?"

    "Kings do not come to power by mercenary adventures, which is exactly what you intend. I will have no part in this!"

    The door was still open.

    "Father, you have the money. Why do you waste your own potential?"

    While Jackson ranted and raved, he took out his phone, opened the messenger app, and texted a certain person "799. Door."

    "You really have gone mad."

    Edward looked his son in the eyes. "I don't know what to say."

    "And you won't need to say anything else."

    Just as was planned, a bullet zoomed through the door frame and right into the elder Braithwaite's head.
     
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    Excerpt from an article from the Brown County Democrat-Message, entitled Edward Braithwaite Found Murdered; Fortune to fall to son Jackson

    Renowned weapons magnate Edward Braithwaite has been found dead from a bullet to the head in his mansion on the outskirts of Mount Sterling. His killer is unknown.

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    Edward was the son of Charles Braithwaite, the famed scientist who, during World War II, had invented Psionic Inhibitors in Winnemucca, Nevada, working with famous names such as Jasper Lefew and, later, Lubomir Rybalkin. Charles later spun off his work to his private company Braithwaite Psionic, which joined the ranks of Lockheed Martin and Boeing as the great defense contractors. He also sold to various Latin American governments and other American allies, and made an absolute fortune doing so.

    When Charles died in 1971 the company went to Edward, who diversified the company by manufacturing other psionic-based weapons for world governments. Braithwaite was instrumental in improving psionic inhibition and other psionic technologies for the Vucub Caquix War and the Occupation of the former Soviet Union, which made him even wealthier than his father.

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    The Braithwaites still remain contentious figures, which many believing that psionic weaponry should not be in the hands of private individuals. Nevertheless, some of the most groundbreaking psionic research occurred under his direction, including the miniaturization of psionic inhibitors such that they could be deployed on trucks and helicopters.

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    A Braithwaite eccentricity continued with Edward: the belief that they were descendants of Charlemagne, the first Holy Roman Emperor. Despite this, he was modest about it, and asked that people judge him "like any other man."

    [...]

    The Braithwaite fortune has now fallen to Edward's only child, Jackson, in light that Edward left no will. When contacted by the Democrat-Message, Jackson said that "I will handle the fortune in a way that will make my father proud. I miss him even now."
     
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    With the nigh-obliteration of the British government (the remnants were holed up in Inverness), the little Atlantic island of Saint Helena was left to its own devices. With no military base and being far away from any place of military interest the world seemed to have forgotten about this little island.

    But Jackson Braithwaite had not.

    He was determined to be a king, and he thought that Saint Helena would be an ideal place to commandeer. It had plenty of people (or enough for a kingdom at any rate) and was isolated enough for the United States or any other power to particularly care. They were culturally close enough to an American he could understand them.

    Jackson had spent a good deal of his money on what was ultimately a small aircraft carrier, docked in Bahia Blanca, where the government was not inclined to particularly care about the men and women coming in to build a ship. Nor were they concerned with the mercenaries with their trucks and helicopters arriving from other parts of the world.

    This was his command ship, the Patrician. It would be used as a docking bay for helicopters and the few small civilian planes converted to fighters or bombers that he had at his disposal.

    The money from his father's fortune hired more mercenaries and put the finishing touches on the Patrician, as well as that of his personal aircraft, the VTOL-equipped Pater Europae, emblazoned by the Carolingian Cross. The Pater Europae was equipped with missiles and machine guns and bombs, which could probably decimate the entire island should he so choose.

    The day came. The Patrician arrived at Saint Helena and launched its helicopters and small fighters. Over the Castle, where the government of the island sat in its capital of Jamestown, the Pater Europae landed and issued an ultimatum: submit or die.

    One member of the Executive Council stood up to him. That member of the Executive Council took several bullets to the face and stood up no more.

    The mercenary buggies scoured the island with guns bigger than just about anyone on the island had ever seen. The Patrician docked in the harbor, and the armed men and women ensured compliance in Jamestown.

    On the Castle itself Braithewaite proclaimed himself Jackson I, New Emperor of the Romans. He claimed Saint Helena, Ascension Island, and Tristan da Cunha as his new Roman Empire.

    However there were some people who were rather unamused with this action. There was still Wideawake Airfield on Ascension Island, which was mostly occupied with dealing with fallout at home.

    There was also one particular structure on Ascension Island that was of great importance to some people. Not all people, but a good deal of important people. That one structure was tall and metal, and important things went through it.

    And it wouldn't have been likely for the likes of Donald Rumsfeld to let a wannabe monarch have control over a GPS tower, would it have?
     
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    Jackson Braithwaite had made a serious miscalculation. The British government holed up in Inverness did, in fact, have some fighters and bombers stationed on Ascension Island; they had to support the US in Guatemala somewhere, and it was good to have as backup, even as the Caribbean territories were directly assailed.

    Prime Minister Burnham ordered the air forces stationed on Ascension Island to destroy the Pater Europae and Patrician and take down any other forces that resisted.

    And so the planes were launched.

    In Inverness Prime Minister Burnham and his entourage paid very close attention to the video feed of the Royal Air Force.

    This was the grounds for the first major British success after a third of the country was destroyed by Vucub-Caquix. It would also prove to the Stewards that their country still mattered.

    The planes approached the island. All was going well.

    In the distance they saw an aircraft. It was colored darkly and had the Carolingian Cross on it.

    "That's it," said one of the generals. "Braithwaite's personal aircraft, the Pater Europae."

    "Then open fire."

    "That's the plan."

    Of what little they could see from the Pater Europae, it seemed to be deploying guns.

    Out from said guns erupted these radiant green beams, shining as they zoomed towards the first fighter.

    The fighter was obliterated, and the remains fell into the Atlantic.

    One by one the Pater Europae ripped the entire RAF squadron to shreds.

    Burnham's mouth was agape, and so were those of the generals.

    They would need a lot more to liberate Saint Helena.
     
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    "That can't be human technology!" sputtered Burnham. "That's one of those Steward things, isn't it?"

    Secretary of State for Defense Bob Ainsworth too stammered. "We need to talk to Washington. They have direct contact with these things."

    An aid interrupted them. "We are already getting a hail from a secure location in the United States."

    "Let them through."

    Donald Rumsfeld and Humphrey Jansen appeared onscreen. Behind them, Burnham could see Petraeus.

    "So it appears that you have been attacked by someone using our weapons," spat Jansen.

    "But he's one of your nationals!" Burnham cursed as he pointed at Rumsfeld.

    "We already have frozen his assets and raided his home in Chicago and his father's home in Mount Sterling, Illinois," Rumsfeld replied coldly.

    Jansen remarked coldly, "we are moving in our satellites to obliterate the island."

    "Don't!" blurted out Burnham. "There are innocent people! Certainly there must be a way. I am afraid that we cannot do much on the basis the majority of our supers were killed by Cabrakan's forces."

    Rumsfeld turned to Jansen. "Do not be so hasty. We have teams that can take care of them."

    And that was when a certain Allison Campbell, now in Vienna, received a particularly important notification from the Pentagon.
     

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