Starting a multi-part story about Operation Screaming Thunder, a fictional event in the Day Z universe.

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Partly as celebration of my 500th post, and partially just to tell the story, I'm releasing part one of my multi-part story on Operation Screaming Thunder. What's that? You'll have to read and find out! I can tell you that it's designed to explain some discrepancies in the Day Z universe, while also providing a bit of good old-fashioned non canon light hearted flavour. I'll update this post until all the parts are in and the story is told. Don't expect too much of me; it's relatively short and fairly ridiculous. Feel free to leave support, criticism, or even just good old hate for the story here, and while I can't take suggestions on the direction of the narrative, I'm very open to ones about its delivery. So here we go, part one of Operation Screaming Thunder!

_____“Right this way, gentlemen, it's just beyond this hangar.” beckoned Field Marshall James Bradley,

leading his procession down a disused shell that used to house one of the RAF's finest. Everything from

his freshly shined boots to his superbly combed mustache beamed enthusiastic energy; this was a man

on the verge of triumph.

_____“Are you ready to tell us what it is yet, Bradley?” Defense Minister Edward Hawkins asked irritably.

“We can only give up so much of our time for this supposed breakthrough, and frankly, all I've seen to

justify my cancellations for the day are a bunch of old buildings and some ridiculous claims”.

_____“All in good time, sir,” reassured Bradley, ”I guarantee that you'll feel differently about this when we

get to the tarmac."

_____Prime Minister Charles Saxton strutted along without comment. It had been three years since this

base and every one like it had been mothballed with the dismantlement of the RAF. Three years since

economic crisis had reduced the Crown to an army and her boats, but only six months since the outbreak

that had mocked her actions.

_____Europe was slowly losing a battle to contain the infection, and England was stuck ferrying supplies,

watching the reports of cases draw slowly closer. All the guns in the world did no good if you couldn't shoot

them without getting infected. Their early attempts at neutralizing infected zones via bombardment had

proved even more suicidal; the only places concentrations were high enough to target was at the front of the

wave, where there were people to draw them out.

_____Saxton was in a hole all right, and it was shrinking around him. The acting emergency legislation meant

he didn't have to worry about Parliament ousting him from office, but in a few more months he might not

have a position to hold, if he was even still alive and sane. It was as he was pondering these thoughts that the

group cleared the doors of the hanger, and Prime Minister Saxton found himself wondering who had turned

out the lights.

_____The whole procession stopped. Its members milled about in varying states of confusion. DM Hawkins

polished his glasses, PM Saxton stood there trying to understand what he was seeing, and FM Bradley just

stared at them, beaming like child who's just invented the radio a hundred years early.

_____There was nothing in front of them. Just a wall of pure black steel that blotted out everything else in

their vision. It stretched for what seemed like a mile in either direction, and when you looked up...

_____The aides snapped into action with towelettes as Secretary of Defense Jenna Cartwright vomited.

She always did have an issue with vertigo.

_____“What the hell are we looking at?” asked DM Hawkins, all trace of derision gone from his tone.

Edited July 16, 2012 by Techercizer

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