Die Glocke

by M C Drake

The figure seemed to almost lower her head in shame as she spoke, "Unfortunately we had not seen the evil in Atlantis heart and as he explored the planet he also sort to enslave its people. He created a slave race from strands of his own DNA and mixed it with a group of Homo sapiens. This created the Nordic race as you know it. This race was designed as a slave labor force that was to assist stripping the planet bare.

  Atlantis sort to cleanse the earth of all other races and once this was completed he would have free reign to consume all of the great resources your planet had to offer, he would then expand his growing army.”

  The figure turned its back to her audience.

  “Once we discovered his plans, we at first tried to reason with him but we could not. Finally, we took military action against his forces. A great battle ensued and there was much bloodshed on both sides. Finally, we managed to storm his base and destroy his facilities.

  Atlantis himself managed to escape within the transport device with as many resources as he could.

  We spent many years searching for Atlantis to bring him to justice for his crimes but we could never find him. Atlantis must have bided his time, slowly creating the army that you have witnessed today. The army is clones based on his younger self.

  He must have designed them over the years and in doing so used up all of his remaining resources. He then hid and waited until he decided it was the right time to return to earth and plunder your resources.

  We think he wanted to return before the Second World War but he waited to see if the Nazi party would take control of the world for him. Atlantis was sly; he let the interdimensional transport device be discovered by the National Socialist regime and then influenced their ideology. He gave them ideas for weapons and a glimpse of superior technology.”

  The figure flicked twice as the power around the base surged from the experiment damage.

  “The Nazi’s considered the Aryan’s gods and as such believed they were the descendants of Atlantis. Unfortunately for him the Nazi’s lost the war and with Die Glocke ready to fall into American’s hands, Atlantis reacted and the device disappeared.”

  “We spent the next twenty years tracking it with no luck, we only had limited resources and we only met with failure.

  Atlantis clearly felt the time was right to attack with the world in conflict; the cold war has been taking its toll on your armed forces as you indirectly fight against each other all across the planet. Atlantis dropped the device into the heart of America and you welcomed it with open arms.”

  She shook her head, “He watched and waited, monitoring your communication until he attacked. That was when his clone army overwhelmed your country. He will now take all the resources he needs and he will overcome your planet with complete disregard for the life that calls it home.”

  Our dimension is dying; we have used up nearly all of our resources. Atlantis seeks to claim your dimension as his own and then will use the strength he gathers from it to claim ours as well. He is stubborn, aggressive and has no regard for any life apart from his own but he does seek to return our dimension to glory, he will forsake yours to achieve this goal.

  We only have enough power to send you this message and the weapon contained in the silver spear. The liquid contained within the tip of that spear will kill Atlantis. It is a specially designed biological weapon that will bind to his DNA, killing his cells from within. Once this enters his bloodstream it will kill him and his army of clones, this is possible as their DNA is identical."

  The figure turned and pleaded with her audience, “You must kill Atlantis, this weapon must reach him and him alone, if you use it on the clones themselves it will have no effect, you must kill the source to destroy the rest of the cancer. Please do what we were not able to do; you must save your own dimension.”

  The figure paused and the powerful blue luminescent flashed once and then vanished back within the device.

  The room could not speak, the men looked to the men in black but for the first time, they were lost for words.

  The men in black finally regained their composure; they strode over to the weapon and looked it over. They could now see the dark red serum housed in the tip of the spear.

  “We need to get this turned into a weapon. Measure how much serum we have and see if we can turn it into multiple weapons. We need to maximize our chances.”

  The scientist got to work.

  The men in black gestured to the heads of state, “We must plan our attack carefully, and we will only get one chance to finish this.”

  Wright Patterson

  An alarm rang out in the busy control room housed in the center of Wright Patterson. The tower was full of activity, screens monitored many different places across the world; the images hung on the screen for a few seconds before they flashed to a different one.

  The technician turned, “Sir we have a transmission from the Argentine Navy, they say they are under attack from a large force trying to gain entry to the straight into Washington…”

  Atlantis smiled, “So it has begun. Tell them we will send them air support. They are to stand and fight.”

  The technician relayed the order to the Admiral

  “Sir, they say they are outnumbered at least three to one. They want permission to withdraw.”

  Atlantis clenched his fists, “Inform those cowardly fools that they are to stand and fight otherwise their nation is no use to us and we will cleanse it immediately.” Atlantis grinned as he cherished the thought of crippling a whole nation.

  The Argentinean Navy had three aircraft carriers and a host of light battleships and destroyers. They were already coming under attack from Phantom's launched from the USS America.

  The seas were calm in the early morning sunshine. The air battle to defend the ships had begun in earnest. Vessels were closing the distance to strike at each other.

  The mixed fleet that was attacking the Argentines was made up of American, British, Chinese and Russian ships. The allies were launching an all-out attack; they needed to make shore as quickly as possible.

  A hundred miles North a smaller landing force was preparing to land in New Jersey, the plan was to secure a beachhead and then break their way out and flank North of the captured capital.

  The forces that landed unopposed in New Jersey were shocked to find there were no Aryan troops to great them. The whole area was deserted; none of the general population seemed to be hiding in the area either.

  “What the hell is going on? Where is the enemy?” The General said, he was getting an uneasy feeling, it was unlike the Aryan's to let their guard down.

  Yet another smaller force of American and Australian ships was preparing an assault on San Francisco on the Eastern seaboard but they did not have the same luck. ME 262’s had flown out to meet them. Phantoms launched and were now in a desperate fight to protect the amphibious landings.

  In the control tower Atlantis watched over proceedings with the grin of a homicidal maniac, he was enjoying this.

  ‘If you had just let us be for another two days then you would not have suffered all this bloodshed but I am glad you have some fight left in you' He thought to himself.

  The guided missile Cruiser USS Long Beach plowed full speed towards its Argentinian counterpart; missiles were set loose as she cut through the ocean. The rounds impacted along the starboard side of the Argentine Vessel, it immediately caught fire as the front ammo store was hit.

  It took ten minutes for the Argentine ship to sink, sailors bobbed up and down as they scrambled for any floating objects they could find.

  In the air, the Argentine naval fighters were completely outclassed by their American counterparts. The Phantoms were all now fitted with powerful Gatling guns and the rounds tore through the weak Argentine fighters; many of their pilots had not encountered such skilled counterparts.

  The Amphibious landing at San Francisco was not going well at all, many of the aircraft carriers were being strafed by the 2nd air army of the Aryan East force, the
ME 262’s dived at great speed and released their plasma bombs at the last possible moment.

  Anti-aircraft rounds sprayed from the desperate defenders but the ME 262's were too quick. The plasma orbs washed across the decks of the aircraft carriers, the crew that was in the vicinity were instantly vaporized. Phantoms were destroyed and burnt on the deck.

  The decks were now unusable and the aircraft carriers needed to withdraw. A diving ME 262 could sense he was going to land a fatal blow, a Phantom rushed into position and fired with the Gatling gun housed in the nose. The rounds spewed out across the ME 262 who did not try and evade the attack.

  Debris flew from the rear of the Aryan fighter as the rounds ate through its armor. The ME 262 did not change course though and its pilot did not eject. The men in the control tower aboard the USS Kitty Hawk relished with horror what was coming next.

  The alarm for abandon ship was hit but it was too late for the crew in the control tower as the ME 262 smashed into the tower, exploding into tiny pieces. The tower went up in flames.

  “Shit, kamikaze, the Kitty Hawk is out of action; repeat these bastards are going to kamikaze the ships.” The shocked pilot of the Phantom said.

  Admiral Moorer cursed under his breath, he was sat aboard the USS America, The battle was going better than he had expected; this concerned him it was almost like Atlantis wanted this battle and was allowing them to get a foothold in the area. He shook this thought from his head; he had to get on with the job in hand.

  Three Argentine destroyers had managed to sneak through from the 1st fleets north, they made an immediate beeline for the USS America as the flagship of the US Navy she was a prime target.

  The destroyers closed in like a pack of ravenous hyenas, they fired their guns but at this speed, the first rounds were hopelessly inaccurate. Moorer smiled, ‘Fools.'

  The first destroyer was rocked by two large explosions and the front of the ship was split clean from the rest of the hull, oil spilled out into the ocean and burned slowly on the surface. The second destroyer slowed as it tried to see where the attack had come from. It was a mistake.

  The second destroyer was hit in the rear, the engines were completely destroyed as a huge gash was ripped into its side; sea water rushed in. Two more torpedoes were fired from the lurking submarine and a direct hit on the third destroyer meant three kills in as many minutes for the unseen hunter.

  The Argentine Navy was completely overwhelmed by the ferocity of the attacks from the allied fleet. Chinese gunboats circled the sailors in the water and opened fire on the defenseless men.

  Russian submarines joined in the hunt and struck the aircraft carrier Veinticinco de Mayo with two torpedoes; the ship lurched to the left but was just still afloat.

  Out of the cloudless skies, a huge swarm of contacts appeared on the radar, "Blue bandit's incoming from twelve a clock.

  “Here they come.” Admiral Moorer said, “Battle stations everyone, Kulikov are you ready?”

  The Russian commander smiled, “Of course.”

  The incoming ME 262's split ready for the attack, the Phantoms took up defensive positions around the aircraft carriers.

  The Aryan fighters closed the distance with extreme speed and then lined up for their attack runs. Out of nowhere a full squadron of Mig 21’s entered the fight with their cannons blazing.

  The Mig 21’s were launched from the British aircraft carrier HMS Triumph who was lurking two miles back. The Mig's had to be adapted as the Soviet Union did not have any purpose-built aircraft carriers.

  The Migs were nimble close range fighters that excelled in turning dogfights. The first line of ME 262s was quickly blown from the sky. The rest of the Aryan fighters split into twos, the Mig's and their wingmen followed suit. Soon the sky was crowded, fighters started to fall with heavy losses on both sides.

  The Russian fighters freed up the Phantoms to attack the remaining vessels of the Argentine Navy which by now was falling apart at the seams.

  In the control room at Wright Patterson, another call was made from the Argentine Navy this time they were not asking they were telling the Aryan's that they were withdrawing.

  The technician turned to Atlantis, "What are your orders sir?"

  Atlantis folded his arms, “Have we confirmed who is attacking?”

  The technician nodded, “The Americans the Soviets, Chinese, Australians and the British sir.”

  Atlantis nodded, “Prepare the missiles, I want an open broadcast set up as well. I have a message for our assailants.”

  The technician prepared the camera and set up the broadcast to be shown on every TV channel and also on every radio frequency. “Sir we are ready.”

  Decision

  The television screen flickered from the BBC news to reveal piercing blues eyes staring directly into the camera.

  “Good morning world, this is Commander of the Aryan forces, let me introduce myself. I am Atlantis, broadcasting to you live from within Wright Patterson.”

  The camera panned out to show the view behind Atlantis; in the background the mobile missile launchers were clearly visible. They were rising slowly into a firing position.

  “Thirty minutes ago an allied force led by Admiral Moorer attacked our allies in the Chesapeake Bay. Our forces have also been engaged in San Francisco and a landing force of your troops has been spotted in New Jersey.” Atlantis folded his arms, “We cannot tolerate these insults any longer.”

  Atlantis turned to the technician sat directly behind him and nodded. The technician turned a key and pressed a button, “Ready sir!”

  "Excellent," Atlantis said as he pushed the launch button in front of him. Immediately, four rockets fired from their mobile launch pads directly behind him, the rockets rushed vertically into the air and sped into the atmosphere.

  Alarms went off in the Drakelow depot; Prime Minister Wilson looked white as all the blood drained from his features.

  “Where are those rockets heading?”

  “No idea sir.”

  The camera switched from Wright Patterson and showed the Argentine capital Buenos Aires, the image zoomed in on the bustling city below. Seconds later the rockets came into view. It exploded just above the ground; around three hundred feet and a swarm of dark purple liquid filtered into the air.

  The camera switched back to Atlantis, "That is what happens when you leave your positions. Argentina your cowardly act has been dealt with."

  The room in the depot in England was stunned, “Did..did they just attack their allies?”

  “Yes.” The men in black replied, “The rockets were fired on the Argentine mainland in retribution for their retreat.”

  Atlantis looked deep into the camera, “I suggest that your forces’ disengage and surrender to me. If they do not, I will fire my rockets into the weak heart of your nations. Your civilians will suffer heavy casualties.”

  The screen clicked off.

  “What shall we do?” Wilson asked.

  The Chinese leader sat silent for a second, he turned to his interpreter, “We must fire our nuclear missiles while we still have the chance.”

  “That is out of the question!” Prime Minister Wilson said angrily.

  The Chinese president stood up aggressively, “I don’t care what you think, your nation is insignificant and we will deal with your cowardice later.” He turned to his aid, “I want the nuclear missiles ready to launch ASAP.”

  The men in black turned on Dong Biwu, “We cannot allow this.”

  Two shots rang out as the soldiers stood next to the men in black fired. The rounds hit their intended targets and the two men fell to the floor; they bled out quickly.

  Dong Biwu was stunned, “What did you just do?”

  “We had no choice but to kill your aid and your translator. Now please sit, you are no longer authorized to make decisions.” The men in black chimed.

  The Last Battle

  4th army group had made their way forty miles inland without any resistance. Their light t
ank division was made up mostly of Chinese Type 63’s which were quite fast with their forty mile an hour top speed. The division carefully scouted the area up ahead of the main troops.

  The British Vickers main battles tanks rumbled along behind. They were split into several groups and tried not to bunch up too closely together. They passed through abandoned town after abandoned town.

  Groups of infantry periodically stopped and alighted from their armored vehicles to have a quick search of the area. All they found were abandoned houses. The houses had been ransacked and a lot of the contents had been left in the streets. A British soldier picked up a soaking wet teddy, he shook his head and chucked the ruined bear to the floor.

  The type 63’s advanced out of the latest town through a patch of sodden grass, their tracks churned up the loose soil as they advanced. The lead tank went up in smoke as it was hit by a bright purple flash.

  The rest of the Type 63’s immediately took evasive actions as more plasma rounds raced towards them. The Chinese crews tried to hail the Vickers tanks but communication was a constant problem with the British not being able to speak Chinese and the Chinese only having very poor English; if any at all.

  The plasma rounds were coming from the only remaining tree line left along the horizon, the rounds kept coming and more and more type 63’s were taken out.

  "Anti Tank guns in the trees!" A British signalman called out, he radioed for any available air support.

  The British main battle tanks had just arrived on the scene, they fired their guns but the first shots were wildly inaccurate. Their commanders ordered for them to fire the 12.7mm range finding machine gun; they fired short bursts down range until they were trained on their targets.

  “Fire.” The 105mm main guns opened up and several barrages were fired into the woods. The trees shattered on impact showering the area in giant splinters.

  The guns were silenced as the tree line was devastated. The heavy tanks continued to advance passed the burning Aryan anti tank guns'; their charred wrecks sending black smoke high into the sky.