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Without tugs or pilot, at the speed of a fast motorcar, the alien ship entered the main channel. Obscenely, she wore the United States flag upside down from her superstructure.
She continued to leave a spray, a rooster tail, of water in her wake ... in a restricted depth and limited speed channel. Her helmsman must have balls of hammered brass.
Every few moments she fired a vertical trail from just forward of amidships. Smoke rockets? Distress signals? But they moved, and steered themselves.
The decks of the fleet were frantic with activity. Ships making steam, ships manning anti-aircraft guns, sailors getting back to their ships and to their stations.
The word of the day was "Air Raid Pearl Harbor. This is not drill!" By radio, by flashing lights, by message, by word of mouth.
The alien ship was close enough that the wail of her sirens could be heard echoing over the water.
A flight of aircraft appeared low over Ford Island. Low and slow and perfectly aimed at the battleships anchored side by side. Formidable ships but helpless targets with most of their crews ashore and boilers cold.
An enormous ripping sound, like a giant ripping a mountain in half with his hands, or God's own flatulence, echoed over the water from the alien ship.
A line of solid light touched each of the enemy aircraft, and they fell in flaming wreckage.
Then the alien ship fired a gun, an utterly ordinary five inch gun from her bow. But this gun kept firing, into the air, over and over again. Like a pom pom.
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"Raid One closely engaged! Splashing torpedo bombers with CWIS!"
"TAO, I can't get a radar lock, most of these aircraft are too small!"
"Switch to infrared and prox fusing! Try to get them in clumps!"
"Jockey reports three enemy carriers on fire. Jockey is attacking."
"ELINT, do we have radio contact with the Fleet?"
"Negative, we can monitor voice traffic but we can't modulate and don't have current codes. We have to guess at their frequencies."
"Can you crash commercial AM?"
"Yes."
"Do it."
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"Attention! Air raid Pearl Harbor, this is not drill! All military personnel return to your ships and units at once! Air raid Pearl Harbor, this is not drill! This is the real McCoy! Civilians take cover immediately!"
Without tugs or pilot, at the speed of a fast motorcar, the alien ship entered the main channel. Obscenely, she wore the United States flag upside down from her superstructure.
She continued to leave a spray, a rooster tail, of water in her wake ... in a restricted depth and limited speed channel. Her helmsman must have balls of hammered brass.
Every few moments she fired a vertical trail from just forward of amidships. Smoke rockets? Distress signals? But they moved, and steered themselves.
The decks of the fleet were frantic with activity. Ships making steam, ships manning anti-aircraft guns, sailors getting back to their ships and to their stations.
The word of the day was "Air Raid Pearl Harbor. This is not drill!" By radio, by flashing lights, by message, by word of mouth.
The alien ship was close enough that the wail of her sirens could be heard echoing over the water.
A flight of aircraft appeared low over Ford Island. Low and slow and perfectly aimed at the battleships anchored side by side. Formidable ships but helpless targets with most of their crews ashore and boilers cold.
An enormous ripping sound, like a giant ripping a mountain in half with his hands, or God's own flatulence, echoed over the water from the alien ship.
A line of solid light touched each of the enemy aircraft, and they fell in flaming wreckage.
Then the alien ship fired a gun, an utterly ordinary five inch gun from her bow. But this gun kept firing, into the air, over and over again. Like a pom pom.
###
"Raid One closely engaged! Splashing torpedo bombers with CWIS!"
"TAO, I can't get a radar lock, most of these aircraft are too small!"
"Switch to infrared and prox fusing! Try to get them in clumps!"
"Jockey reports three enemy carriers on fire. Jockey is attacking."
"ELINT, do we have radio contact with the Fleet?"
"Negative, we can monitor voice traffic but we can't modulate and don't have current codes. We have to guess at their frequencies."
"Can you crash commercial AM?"
"Yes."
"Do it."
###
"Attention! Air raid Pearl Harbor, this is not drill! All military personnel return to your ships and units at once! Air raid Pearl Harbor, this is not drill! This is the real McCoy! Civilians take cover immediately!"
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Date: 2023-12-07 05:12 pm (UTC)