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drewkittyThis story is a montage crossing all seven books of the series, a self contained subplot. So to speak.
GWOT I - PMRF Vampire
GWOT II - PMRF Compromise
GWOT III - PMRF Mutiny
GWOT IV - PMRF Posture
GWOT V - PMRF False Alarm
GWOT VI - PMRF War Footing
GWOT VII - PMRF Warshot
The Pacific Missile Range Facility is equipped with both THAAD (Terminal High Altitude Air Defense System, operator US Army) and Aegis Ashore (operator US Navy). Both systems are capable of engaging multiple targets simultaneously. They are considered the primary ballistic missile defense of the Hawaiian Islands.
Nearby communities include Kekaha (pop 3700), Waimea (pop 2000) and Kalaheo (pop 5000).
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pacific_Missile_Range_Facility
GWOT I - PMRF Vampire
This was the day they dreaded. The day they had trained for. With all the suddenness of a slammed door, they were fighting for the lives of every soul in the Hawaiian Islands.
"Vampire, vampire! Multiple inbounds designate tracks 1142, 1143, 1144, 1145, 1146..."
"Batteries release on all tracks!"
"Birds away. 1143 and 1144 engaged with THAAD. 1145 1146 1147 48 49 50 engaged with Aegis. 1143 killed. 1144 tracking .. killed. 1150 killed. 1149 proceeding to target, Honolulu. 1148 killed. 1146 hard kill. 1147 fratricide. 1149 impact in ten, nine, eight... GOT IT! GOT IT!"
GWOT II - PMRF Compromise
"General, you force me to remind you that this is a _military_ facility."
"All of your _personnel_ need to be United States citizens! If those citizens are not loyal, that is MY business!"
"You have been permitted to bring arms into this facility by courtesy. As Installation Commander, I now revoke this permission. Please return your arms to your vehicles and leave these premises now."
"You are under arrest for treasonous conspiracy."
Guns came out next.
"Marine Corps! Stand down! Use of force IS authorized! Drop your weapons and lie down on the ground!"
"OK, we're leaving."
Harsh barking interrupted by meaty bites and yelling.
"Shit! Shit!"
"Drop it or die!"
Later, their wounds bandaged, the Homeland agents were unceremoniously delivered to their vehicles. Their firearms were returned a few hours later, at the airport.
GWOT III - PMRF Mutiny
The condition of the operations center told its own story. A story of stains on carpet, holes in equipment, the smell of rotting blood. Discarded casings and ripped-open bandage packs.
The base had been swept. The next step, was to somehow get it into operation.
He picked up his phone and dialed a number.
"Major Hoshida. This is Captain Kāne. The facility has been secured and is now under our control." A pause. "Copy that."
He had brought a flag with him. Now to find a flagpole.
It was rumored that American satellites could read a flag on flag pole.
He had an appropriate flag with him.
The state flag of Hawaii.
It matched the one on his sleeve.
Hawaiian National Guard.
GWOT IV - PMRF Posture
"Set General Quarters. Set General Quarters."
US Navy was prosecuting another Goddamn California pipe bomb off the damned coast of Honolulu.
Just in case.
They didn't _think_ the Californians cared that much about Hawaii.
But they had nukes, and they had proven it.
These were not times in which she could count on anything.
It was not even beyond possibility that the Americans might decide to launch on Hawaii someday. Unlikely - the limited basing allowed to the US Navy was incredibly useful - but still possible.
Anything ... was possible. Even the horrific.
And the Pacific Missile Range Facility would be ready.
GWOT V - PMRF False Alarm
"Vampire! Vampire! Multiple hostile tracks. Track 1411, 1412, 1413 ..."
It made no sense. There was nothing showing on the maritime radar repeaters. The tracks were only in their system...
"Check mode select," she snapped.
"Mode select is training."
"MODE SELECT WAR!"
The tracks immediately cleared.
She immediately picked up the red phone, to the State Warning Center.
She might be able to cancel the alert.
It would be less embarrassing if it was the first time. It was the third since the Firecracker. And there had even been one pre-War.
GWOT VI - PMRF War Footing
The new coverage schedule was posted. The crews would be 40 hours on, 8 hours off. With a strong suggestion that the off time should all be sleep.
There were plenty of threats to worry about. A resurgent China. The United Kingdom. India had sent a carrier group into the Pacific, far from home. Even countries like Japan - barely able to keep themselves fed without maritime trade - and Egypt - half a world away - were keeping individual frigates and destroyers in the Pacific Ocean now.
Then ... there was the Californians and the Americans. It was unclear whether or not there was any difference.
Her eye considered a bullet hole high in the frame of the ceiling, which had been imperfectly painted over but not repaired.
GWOT VII - PMRF Warshot
"Vampire! Vampire!"
A single track. Designated 1441.
Almost lazily, it departed its launch point - almost certainly a California 'pipe bomb' submarine - and tracked.
It was not tracked on Honolulu, or on Pearl.
It was tracked on the PMRF. As best she could tell, it was tracked directly on the Operations Building.
This building. This room.
"Destroy track 1441 with Aegis."
"Launch failure."
A rush to push buttons on consoles, both here and in the missile area.
"Reset. Launch 2 and 3 on blind track."
"No joy. Engaging with THAAD. THAAD lockout. THAAD is in georeset!"
The mobile THAAD system thought it had been moved, and resolutely would refuse to launch until the new GPS coordinates had been entered. Manually.
"Track 1441, impact in twenty seconds."
"Aegis release all launchers on all tracks!"
The Aegis console went dark. That should not have been possible.
"Manual track select and fire. Get me a bird in the air!"
"THAAD is up. Fire!"
A single missile lurched off the THAAD tube. It fell to the tarmac and skidded across the airfield. Primary engine ignition failure.
But it had actually launched. The first piece of hardware to even try to do what it had been desperately ordered to do.
"Ten seconds."
In desperation she crawled under the table and pulled the plug on the Aegis repeater console, plugged it back in and rebooted it.
It came up with a splash screen.
A bear. Throwing a javelin.
"Five seconds."
She wordlessly got up from her console.
By doctrine she should sit down and fasten her harness. A near miss might be survivable, in this hardened bunker.
Not enough time to get up deck, to see the sun for the last time.
And she didn't want to be vaporized while tied down.
The Californians weren't going to miss.
She just had time to take one sip of coffee before all turned instantly to its constituent atoms.
GWOT I - PMRF Vampire
GWOT II - PMRF Compromise
GWOT III - PMRF Mutiny
GWOT IV - PMRF Posture
GWOT V - PMRF False Alarm
GWOT VI - PMRF War Footing
GWOT VII - PMRF Warshot
The Pacific Missile Range Facility is equipped with both THAAD (Terminal High Altitude Air Defense System, operator US Army) and Aegis Ashore (operator US Navy). Both systems are capable of engaging multiple targets simultaneously. They are considered the primary ballistic missile defense of the Hawaiian Islands.
Nearby communities include Kekaha (pop 3700), Waimea (pop 2000) and Kalaheo (pop 5000).
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pacific_Missile_Range_Facility
GWOT I - PMRF Vampire
This was the day they dreaded. The day they had trained for. With all the suddenness of a slammed door, they were fighting for the lives of every soul in the Hawaiian Islands.
"Vampire, vampire! Multiple inbounds designate tracks 1142, 1143, 1144, 1145, 1146..."
"Batteries release on all tracks!"
"Birds away. 1143 and 1144 engaged with THAAD. 1145 1146 1147 48 49 50 engaged with Aegis. 1143 killed. 1144 tracking .. killed. 1150 killed. 1149 proceeding to target, Honolulu. 1148 killed. 1146 hard kill. 1147 fratricide. 1149 impact in ten, nine, eight... GOT IT! GOT IT!"
GWOT II - PMRF Compromise
"General, you force me to remind you that this is a _military_ facility."
"All of your _personnel_ need to be United States citizens! If those citizens are not loyal, that is MY business!"
"You have been permitted to bring arms into this facility by courtesy. As Installation Commander, I now revoke this permission. Please return your arms to your vehicles and leave these premises now."
"You are under arrest for treasonous conspiracy."
Guns came out next.
"Marine Corps! Stand down! Use of force IS authorized! Drop your weapons and lie down on the ground!"
"OK, we're leaving."
Harsh barking interrupted by meaty bites and yelling.
"Shit! Shit!"
"Drop it or die!"
Later, their wounds bandaged, the Homeland agents were unceremoniously delivered to their vehicles. Their firearms were returned a few hours later, at the airport.
GWOT III - PMRF Mutiny
The condition of the operations center told its own story. A story of stains on carpet, holes in equipment, the smell of rotting blood. Discarded casings and ripped-open bandage packs.
The base had been swept. The next step, was to somehow get it into operation.
He picked up his phone and dialed a number.
"Major Hoshida. This is Captain Kāne. The facility has been secured and is now under our control." A pause. "Copy that."
He had brought a flag with him. Now to find a flagpole.
It was rumored that American satellites could read a flag on flag pole.
He had an appropriate flag with him.
The state flag of Hawaii.
It matched the one on his sleeve.
Hawaiian National Guard.
GWOT IV - PMRF Posture
"Set General Quarters. Set General Quarters."
US Navy was prosecuting another Goddamn California pipe bomb off the damned coast of Honolulu.
Just in case.
They didn't _think_ the Californians cared that much about Hawaii.
But they had nukes, and they had proven it.
These were not times in which she could count on anything.
It was not even beyond possibility that the Americans might decide to launch on Hawaii someday. Unlikely - the limited basing allowed to the US Navy was incredibly useful - but still possible.
Anything ... was possible. Even the horrific.
And the Pacific Missile Range Facility would be ready.
GWOT V - PMRF False Alarm
"Vampire! Vampire! Multiple hostile tracks. Track 1411, 1412, 1413 ..."
It made no sense. There was nothing showing on the maritime radar repeaters. The tracks were only in their system...
"Check mode select," she snapped.
"Mode select is training."
"MODE SELECT WAR!"
The tracks immediately cleared.
She immediately picked up the red phone, to the State Warning Center.
She might be able to cancel the alert.
It would be less embarrassing if it was the first time. It was the third since the Firecracker. And there had even been one pre-War.
GWOT VI - PMRF War Footing
The new coverage schedule was posted. The crews would be 40 hours on, 8 hours off. With a strong suggestion that the off time should all be sleep.
There were plenty of threats to worry about. A resurgent China. The United Kingdom. India had sent a carrier group into the Pacific, far from home. Even countries like Japan - barely able to keep themselves fed without maritime trade - and Egypt - half a world away - were keeping individual frigates and destroyers in the Pacific Ocean now.
Then ... there was the Californians and the Americans. It was unclear whether or not there was any difference.
Her eye considered a bullet hole high in the frame of the ceiling, which had been imperfectly painted over but not repaired.
GWOT VII - PMRF Warshot
"Vampire! Vampire!"
A single track. Designated 1441.
Almost lazily, it departed its launch point - almost certainly a California 'pipe bomb' submarine - and tracked.
It was not tracked on Honolulu, or on Pearl.
It was tracked on the PMRF. As best she could tell, it was tracked directly on the Operations Building.
This building. This room.
"Destroy track 1441 with Aegis."
"Launch failure."
A rush to push buttons on consoles, both here and in the missile area.
"Reset. Launch 2 and 3 on blind track."
"No joy. Engaging with THAAD. THAAD lockout. THAAD is in georeset!"
The mobile THAAD system thought it had been moved, and resolutely would refuse to launch until the new GPS coordinates had been entered. Manually.
"Track 1441, impact in twenty seconds."
"Aegis release all launchers on all tracks!"
The Aegis console went dark. That should not have been possible.
"Manual track select and fire. Get me a bird in the air!"
"THAAD is up. Fire!"
A single missile lurched off the THAAD tube. It fell to the tarmac and skidded across the airfield. Primary engine ignition failure.
But it had actually launched. The first piece of hardware to even try to do what it had been desperately ordered to do.
"Ten seconds."
In desperation she crawled under the table and pulled the plug on the Aegis repeater console, plugged it back in and rebooted it.
It came up with a splash screen.
A bear. Throwing a javelin.
"Five seconds."
She wordlessly got up from her console.
By doctrine she should sit down and fasten her harness. A near miss might be survivable, in this hardened bunker.
Not enough time to get up deck, to see the sun for the last time.
And she didn't want to be vaporized while tied down.
The Californians weren't going to miss.
She just had time to take one sip of coffee before all turned instantly to its constituent atoms.
