Atlantis Rising: Chapter 3
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Also see: Reaper's First Drop
14:32 Hours, April 22, 2015 (Military Calendar), somewhere in the Everglades, Florida, USA
5 years before the New York City Invasion
"Five minutes to drop - begin final countdown checks."
"This is insane." Matt commented mildly as he tightened the straps on his parachute.
Malcolm glanced at him from across the C-17. "You'd think you'd have realized that when you signed up for World War Three."
"No, I just realized too." Scar looked slightly green. "Remind me why we're trying out for this outfit."
"Cause this is the most elite, badass unit in the American military." Jamie responded.
"Haha I hear that." Someone further down the line said. "Oorah."
It was day six of Selection. Matt, Jamie, Malcolm, and Scar were sitting in a C-17, waiting their turn to jump from 10,000 feet. The past six days had been the easy part, mostly designed to get rid of the idiots who wouldn't pass the regular Army basic training course, much less have a shot at joining the Marine Shock Forces - the absolute elite in the military, and likely the world. Marine Shock Forces were meant to be the real-world equivalent of Spartans - Immortal, unstoppable, elite, leaders.
So Matt had no idea why around half of the original class of 600 had even been submitted, only to fail out in the first week because of small things - like being uncomfortable with swimming. Or with heights. Or being surprised at the physical training they had done so far - mostly just standard conditioning calisthenics.
The light at the door turned red. "Stand up!" The Jumpmaster gave the hand signals. Matt stood and clipped his chute into the static-line and tried not to hyperventilate. Up and down the line of men and women, the prospective recruits were working themselves up for the jump. "Alright, yeah!" and "Here we go."
"Please, God, no one make the standard perfectly good airplane cliche." Jamie moaned.
Several of the guys in line laughed. Scar still looked somewhat green - Matt patted her shoulder and nodded when she looked at him. She offered a half-smile in return.
They all remembered how it had started - 2012. Not the end of the world at all, like some had predicted. Instead, it was the start of a completely new one - Atlantis, the giant continent in the middle of the Atlantic Ocean, spontaneously and inexplicably rose. People all over the world, previously labeled as crackpots and pseudo-scientists, got their fair share of, 'I told you so's in. Both the scientific world and the physical were both sent reeling. Physically, the huge mass that had been submerged for thousands of years suddenly rising forced millions of gallons of water out of its way before settling, first sending enormous waves over the coasts of every country bordering the Atlantic, then allowing the waters to recede, lowering the water level by over a hundred feet.
The continent rose just in time to spark off what was to become World War Three. Tensions between Russia, North Korea, China, and the United States and her allies were at a new high at the start of 2012. North Korea had been agitating for war for years, and after a Russian satellite was supposedly shot down by American missiles, Russia was quick to support them, as was China. The destroyed satellite was later found by a UN investigatory panel to be the work of the Russian government - the satellite had been designed to explode upon exiting the atmosphere, and to be used as a scapegoat for war. With political heat turned on Russia because of this, she was quick to build new relationships with America's enemies.
Advanced Russian military technology flowed into China as their alliance blossomed, paving the way for a new generation of Chinese infantry. Because of pressure from China's new friends, the government imposed a trade embargo on the United States. Cut off from its primary supply of material goods, America was now facing a new economic deficit right on the heels of the previous credit crisis of 2008. A huge rush of new industry based in Mexico and the Continental United States sprang up to fill the gap, but the huge influx of industry needed new resources to process. Similarly, Russia needed new resources to fund and fuel its Reconstruction Project - a massive effort to rebuild Russia to a major world power.
This had all taken place in the Summer and Fall of 2012.
When Atlantis surfaced in December of 2012, it happened to contain a vast wealth of untapped natural resources - everything from petroleum to precious metals and minerals to endless forests of timber.
There was just one problem - Atlantis was inhabited. Upon resurfacing, satellite images revealed enormous cities and towns, evidence of civilization scattered all over the three separate rings of land. The Atlantian people had somehow survived the submergence, as had the rest of the land - not a thing had changed on the continent since 9,000 BCE.
The Russian government didn't care - natives, no natives, it didn't matter to them. They wanted the enormous wealth contained on the continent, and were going to take it by force.
The United States intervened, with the support of much of the UN. Not only was this considered an unacceptable breach of human rights, but it was also a chance to ally with the Atlantians themselves, which could prove far more beneficial in the long run.
Russia decided to launch a preliminary strike with a scope on par with the attack on Pearl Harbor, this time directed at the Atlantic Fleet in Norfolk, Virginia. This was the final spark needed to set the war in motion.
War was formally declared on July 5th, 2013, the day after the attack on Norfolk that left over forty ships at the bottom of the ocean.
Matt had never really thought he was going to join the military, even though he loved any form of combat, and was good at it too. He had had plans to be a mechanical and ballistic engineer, designing technology (specifically armor) for the military, but never actually going to war. Norfolk had changed all that, for him and for his three closest friends, Scar, Jamie, and Malcolm. They had signed up first thing in 2013 at the minimum age, thinking to go into the Rangers and shoot up the ranks to the minimum of Staff Sergeant required to try out for Delta Force - the previous elite of the American military, specializing in counter-terrorism.
They had passed Ranger school with flying colors and put in two years in combat units, quickly attaining the required rank. By then, however, the Marine Shock Forces had been initiated. Only the top half percent of all applicants were accepted, making it the most exclusive force to date. And for good reason, considering the rigors of the course yet to come. This jump, which was going to be followed by a twenty mile hike back to a forward camp in the massive sprawl of land allotted to the base, was considered an 'easy' exercise.
The light turned green, and the assembled recruits poured through the drop doors.
One week later
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