Sodom and Gomorrah
Basra - February 4
“Johansen was thankfully unharmed,” Theodor said, “He sustained no injuries in the incident. We’ve already dealt with any potential witnesses.”
Elias absentmindedly spun his knife in his hand. It was something he had done often on the streets to calm his nerves and show off to his friends. They were all gone now, but the knife trick lived on.
“We ran a diagnosis on his Panopticon, but as far as I can tell, it was a one-off glitch,” Theodor said, “I can’t replicate it, but it shouldn’t be an issue.”
Elias tapped the point of the knife against the table.
“Elias? You have anything to say?”
You’re. Interrupting. Me. He looked up. “You’re telling me nothing has changed.”
Theodor nodded. “Yes, we are still on track for Operation Gaugamela.”
“Then you’re just wasting my time.”
That’s what he always does, waste my time. Keep me away from my important work.
“We are glad to hear the experimental weapons program is still on track,” Moria said, “Still, we are not without our concerns.”
“Yes, the Mesopotamian front is worrying,” Josiah said.
Both Josiah and Moria were still in Berlin and speaking via video conferencing. Or rather whatever pitiful software that Theodor passed off as video conferencing.
It’s trash. The connection is barely usable.
“I assure you, General Remmele has a plan to deal with it,” Theodor said.
“You mean repurposing Operation Gaugamela?” Josiah scoffed. “We spent all that money moving that many troops—including almost all of our volunteers and conscripts—to Mesopotamia for the sole purpose of crushing Persia for good, and you want to use them for damage control?”
“I agree,” Moria said, “Operation Gaugamela was never designed for this. You would only throw away our men for no reason. Like you’ve done in Samarkand.”
“Samarkand was a test of remote control capabilities,” Theodor said, “I believe remote control is the future of warfare. We won't have to worry about dissent and insubordination with remote control. Our generals will have full tactical and strategic control on the battlefield.”
“It also led to the complete destruction of at least three divisions, the loss of Bukhara, and created an opportunity for the enemy to encircle our forces on the Chinese border,” Elias said, “If it was a test, it was a badly designed one.”
“I thought you approved of the test. You even used remote control yourself.”
“I did, but it doesn’t mean I approve of how you ended the test. Those men died for nothing. Pawns in your stupid scheme, not martyrs of God.”
They were sacrificed for a pointless reason…just like my friends were.
“Would you rather they surrender like cowards?”
“I hate cowards, but I hate pointless deaths more.” Elias tightly gripped his knife and pointed it at Theodor. “And I hate those who cause pointless deaths most of all.”
Theodor winced.
Yeah, you should be scared. “On the subject of experimental weapons, how goes the deployment of Pesah?”
“It has gone well so far,” Moria said, “Our Shepherds report a hundred confirmed deaths across the Gulf regions, and possibly a thousand unconfirmed cases. The Eimerican authorities haven’t caught on yet.”
Good…good…my friends, you will soon be avenged. Tenfold.
“That is good to hear,” Elias said, “I believe the test run is a success.”
Theodor’s eyes widened, and he spun around. “The…test run?”
Elias shrugged. “What about it? You had no trouble with your test run in Samarkand.”
“It’s just that…you never described it as a test run before.”
“Well, it is now.”
“What was all that about pointless deaths a minute ago?”
Elias narrowed his eyes. “Those deaths weren’t pointless. The Eimericans who died are our enemies, and not only will they serve us and God by dying and going to Hell, but they also test Pesah’s effectiveness. What’s the point of Pesah if we don’t use it? We have plans ready to go.”
“You…you don’t mean…”
“Yes.” Elias smiled. “It is time to move on to full deployment.”
“I thought
this was full deployment! Those plans were merely hypotheticals!”
“Plans change, Theodor,” Moria said, “This is a war. We must adapt.”
“I say we execute our plan to deploy Pesah in Eurasia,” Elias said, “The one with three targets. Afghanistan, to collapse the Chinese presence there. Turkestan, to avenge Samarkand
and make up for our dear Theodor’s mistake. Finally, India. It has been a thorn in our side for far too long. It’s time to neutralize it. Permanently.”
“You can’t be serious,” Theodor said, “Millions of people live in those countries. They live on the same landmass as us. We don’t know how far and fast Pesah will spread.”
“Since when did you care, Theodor?” Elias said.
“Boo-hoo, did Theodor Tesla suddenly become a woke snowflake?” Josiah mocked. “Is he going to
cancel us?”
“I…no…you see…my profits…” Theodor spluttered, but he couldn’t continue.
“Pathetic,” Elias spat, “You always made sure to look smart and brave to our subjects, but deep down, you’re just a coward. A really frakking dumb coward.”
“If I may, Elias,” Josiah said, “His objection does raise a legitimate issue.”
“What is it?”
“Why don’t we hit Persia as well? After all, they’re the leaders of the resistance. They sent the invasion force. And the ex-princess is there—”
Elias cut him off with a wave of his knife-holding hand. “You answered your own question, Josiah. The ex-princess is there. I will deal with her myself, as part of Operation Gaugamela. When we march into Isfahan and put it to the torch, I will be the one to put a bullet between her eyes and wipe the Hohenzollern taint off the face of the planet. I will not have her die to some virus before I can do that.”
“Josiah, I suppose Persia will just shoot down any Pesah warheads we send their way as well,” Moria said, “Best to hit targets that can’t retaliate.”
“I understand,” Josiah said.
“Anyways, let’s vote,” Elias said, “All in favor?”
He, Josiah, and Moria raised their hands.
“The proposal passes. The use of Pesah in Asia has been approved.” Elias grinned madly. “Now let’s give these barbarians what they deserve. Execute Plan Sodom and Gomorrah.”
Indian Ocean - February 5, early morning
“Execute Plan Sodom and Gomorrah.”
The automated message came suddenly to the submarine’s communications officer. He hadn’t expected any transmissions today, so he was startled when text appeared on his computer screen. The officer did a double take. Did it really say that? He immediately called the captain over.
“Sir, I just received an order to execute Plan Sodom and Gomorrah.”
The captain stared at the screen. “Authentication codes match up…but Sodom and Gomorrah? Now?”
“We
do have the warheads, right?”
The captain nodded. “Aye. And so do the other subs.”
“So what do we do?” The officer was nervous. He looked to the captain for guidance.
The captain took off his hat and solemnly nodded. “We have our orders.”
“Aye, sir.” The officer switched on the intercom. “Attention, all hands, battle stations, repeat, all hands, battle stations. Prepare to execute Plan Sodom and Gomorrah. Repeat, prepare to execute Plan Sodom and Gomorrah. God bless us all.”
He started hearing footsteps banging against metal plates as the crew rushed to battle stations. Next, he heard large objects being loaded into launch tubes by automated mechanisms, followed by beeps and alarms going off. He looked at the bridge, where the captain and his executive officer stood at the launch panel.
“Ready?” the captain said.
“Sir, permission to speak freely,” the XO said.
“Permission granted.”
“I’m not ready.” The XO steeled himself. “But if it’s what God and His Regents want, I will carry out my orders.”
“Thank you. Now, insert the keys.”
The two of them inserted their keys and turned at the same time. A red button lit up.
“Warheads armed and ready for launch.”
“Targets acquired: Mumbai, Chennai, Hyderabad, Bengaluru.” The other subs would have their own targets, at least four of them.
“Ready to fire on your command.”
The captain nodded. “So it is. Fire.”
He pushed the button, and the communications officer heard the roaring of missiles punching through water before breaching the surface, igniting their thrusters with a loud hiss and boom, and rocketing away into the sky.
God save us all.
Jaipur - afternoon
“Execute Plan Sodom and Gomorrah.”
With the sun behind him, the lieutenant savored the adrenaline rushing through his veins as his fighter jet zipped over the skies of northern India. It was the latest model, featuring state of the art weapons and engines that made him more than a match for an entire Indian squadron. That wasn’t considering the drone escort he brought with him. His jet’s main computer controlled four aerial drones and could direct them to fulfill various tasks from bombing to fighting enemy aircraft. He didn’t pay much attention to them. They always hung back and handled secondary objectives, allowing him to focus on his work.
“Execute Plan Sodom and Gomorrah.”
That order lingered in his mind, though it had been hours since he received it at base and equipped his plane accordingly. Up until then, he had barely heard of that plan. As far as he knew, it was a contingency plan in case the current troops in India failed to do their job. So if the plan was being executed now, were those troops not doing their jobs? What would happen to them? Had they even been evacuated from the targeted areas yet? He pushed the doubt out of his mind. He was a soldier of God. There was no room for doubt. He had to have faith.
Thou shall not doubt.
“Approaching target,” the plane computer announced, “ETA one minute. Beginning descent.”
The plane automatically descended below the clouds, revealing Jaipur in all of its barbarian glory. India’s tenth largest city was nothing like the modern metropolises of Mumbai and Delhi. Instead, it was a sprawling mass of mid-20th century buildings and ancient palaces and temples, almost all of them painted pink. Seeing that much effeminate pink made the lieutenant sick.
“Computer, disengage autopilot.”
“Affirmative. Autopilot disengaged. Manual control restored.”
The lieutenant firmly grabbed the control stick and further guided the plane down himself. As he approached, he heard air raid sirens go off below. Cars on the streets screeched to a halt, and their passengers scrambled into nearby buildings for safety. Soldiers climbed onto rooftops and pulled off tarps, revealing hidden anti-aircraft guns. Soon, lead and tracers filled the sky, but the lieutenant easily dodged them with help from his computer, while the drones fired back against the guns with powerful and precise lasers.
“All units, engage,” he radioed.
A dozen more jets, all proudly bearing the purple Jerusalem cross on their wings, pierced through the gray clouds and swooped down on Jaipur like eagles descending on prey. They fell into formation behind the lieutenant.
“Ready on my mark.”
“We’re ready.”
“Ready.”
“Affirmative.”
“Let’s send these liberal fascist equalist barbarians to hell!”
“The Rasas’ crimes against humanity will be avenged, with interest!”
“No more being let off the hook by the party cartel!”
“Deus vult.”
The rest of the squadron affirmed their readiness as well. As the enemy’s aim became more accurate, the lieutenant’s computer locked onto its target, a densely populated neighborhood.
“Fire!” the lieutenant pulled the trigger.
Three missiles—one thermobaric, one nerve gas, and one Pesah—streaked away from his jet. The thermobaric missile struck dead in the center of the neighborhood, instantly incinerating several blocks. The nerve gas missile hit on the edge of the explosion and covered several more blocks in a large cloud of purple gas, while the Pesah missile, flying low over intact blocks, sprayed its own cloud of purple gas in its wake before exploding in a house and creating another cloud. His drones fired off smaller but not less lethal rockets of their own. More trails of smoke shot forth from the other jets and drones in his squadron, and explosions of varying colors blossomed like flowers all across Jaipur.
“Direct hit!” the lieutenant yelled exuberantly.
He leaned back in his seat, feeling the adrenaline coursing his head again. He looked down at his destroyed targets, seeing only gas-covered pink ruins left in his wake. Occasionally, he saw a couple tiny figures fleeing and trying to help each other, but he knew their days were numbered. Or rather minutes.
“Good work, squad. Target has been neutralized. Return to base.”
They rapidly ascended back above the clouds, leaving the survivors of Jaipur to their fate at the hands of the next wave.
Outside Indore - evening
“Execute Plan Sodom and Gomorrah.”
The sun started to dip below the horizon. Although natural light rapidly faded, the young private’s surroundings were still brightly illuminated by the flashes of light coming from the city, so his Panopticon did not need to adjust lighting or switch to night vision mode. He snuck a look behind him and beheld the razing of Indore several miles away. At first, the city had resisted like any other, its defenders filling the sky with flak screens and anti-aircraft gunfire. But then Jerusalem’s bombers and fighters descended beneath the clouds, like the heavenly host descending to Earth to execute God’s will. The fighters and their drone escorts easily took out the outnumbered and hastily armed Indian fighter jets scrambled to intercept them. With their path clear, the bombers released their payloads. Thousands of high-power thermobaric, napalm, and chemical bombs fell unimpeded over the next seven minutes, each explosion billowing up before the previous ones had even dissipated. Soon, the anti-aircraft fire dwindled before succumbing entirely to the intensifying inferno, which grew to engulf all of downtown without further assistance from above. If he stopped and focused his hearing on the city, he could just make out the screams of thousands of Indians as they were crushed, burned, or gassed.
“Private, continue marching!” the colonel shouted.
The private turned back and continued walking down the road. After a few minutes, a sign indicated they were near a village.
“Approaching the target.” The colonel motioned to his left and right. “Take your positions and move in on my signal.”
The squad fanned out to the left and right, quickly surrounding the village. The private followed the instructions displayed through his Panopticon, which directed him to his position. It next zoomed in on the village. He saw people loading valuables and children into cars, elders trying to calm panicked crowds, and a handful of Indian soldiers on their phones, no doubt trying to contact loved ones in Indore. The Panopticon outlined them all in red. A message appeared in his line of sight: “Targets acquired.”
He heard the colonel’s voice again. “This is the colonel speaking. On my signal, move in and execute the Plan. There will be no regulations or restrictions in place unless I say so. Godspeed.”
The private nodded. “Understood.”
“Copy that.”
“Sure thing, will do.”
“I’ve been waiting for this!”
“This is where the fun begins!”
“This is where the fun begins!”
“This is where the fun begins!”
“3…2…1…now!”
The private charged in, backed up by four more Crusaders. Approaching the nearest crowd, he immediately opened fire, his first several bullets shredding the elder’s head. The other four Crusaders quickly cut down the rest of the crowd. The soldiers dropped their phones and picked up their guns, but another group of Crusaders surrounded them and riddled them with dozens of bullets. The private heard the screeching of tires and spun around, seeing the cars speeding away down the road. He raised his rifle and shot at them. Several bullets punctured the tires on one car, causing it to skid off the road and crash into a house, where another group of Crusaders promptly executed everyone inside without hesitation. However, the private couldn’t hit the speeding van, and he could only watch it speed away as fast as it could…until machine gunfire rang out, and suddenly its windows shattered. Several black objects swarmed around it, easily keeping up. Some of the Hellhounds grabbed onto the bumpers and doors before climbing in through the broken windows. Shots rang out, accompanied by the whirring of power saws. Then the private heard screaming, coming from people of all ages, before they were all abruptly cut off by more gunshots and the visceral sound of saws tearing through flesh and bone. The van flipped over and crashed into a ditch.
Afterward, the private continued from door to door, inspecting each building for any hidden survivors. There were a few. The adults charged at him with various household items, like kitchen knives and brooms. They were easily dealt with. Checking some of the basements, he found children and elders. They always begged for mercy. He obliged by gunning them down without another moment to waste. The liquidations took half an hour in total. Once he had run out of targets, he regrouped at the designated rendezvous point.
“Sir, liquidation of the outer buildings has been completed.” He saluted respectfully to his superior. “Awaiting new orders.”
“Your orders are to stand by and wait for everyone to regroup, so we can continue on to chemical salting. We are about done with liquidations. Good work.”
The private felt nothing but pride and accomplishment.
Delhi - night
The bunker constantly rumbled, each explosion growing closer and closer. Their remaining guards had gone up to the surface to help the defenders, leaving only Jayasimha, Lakshmi, and a few others inside.
“Make it stop,” Lakshmi said, “Please…”
“I’m trying,” Jayasimha said.
An explosion detonated almost directly above them, and the bunker violently shook. Dust and even a few small pieces of rubble fell from the ceiling.
“Vishnu preserve us,” Jayasimha muttered.
When will this madness stop? When I reincarnate into my next life? Or will it follow me even there?
The explosions continued, each one growing in intensity. By the fifth explosion, the shaking got so violent that Jayasimha thought his wheelchair would fall over, and he spent all of his efforts trying to shield Lakshmi from any falling debris. Then, all of a sudden, the next explosion hit further away. And then the next one was even further away. The shaking subsided to relatively safer levels.
“Is it…is it over?” Lakshmi said.
Suddenly, the ceiling outside Jayasimha’s office collapsed. Or rather, it was more like it melted off into a heap of slag. The heat and toxic gases emitted immediately made Jayasimha push Lakshmi away.
“Cover your mouth!” he said.
Lakshmi did as she was told. With one hand she covered her mouth, and with the other she pushed Jayasimha’s wheelchair out of the room and away from the slag. They didn’t get much rest before that room’s ceiling also melted off, the intense heat immediately assaulting Jayasimha.
Frak, that hurts! It burns, and I’m not even close to it! What is this thing?!
Jayasimha didn’t know it, but it was a chemical agent known as chlorine trifluoride. It was extremely reactive, corrosive, and combustive against most organic and inorganic materials, making it the perfect incendiary weapon for Jerusalem. Although the palace bunker was deep underground, copious use of chlorine triflouride was able to burrow all the way down to its level and then melt through several feet of thick reinforced blast-proof concrete.
Lakshmi pushed Jayasimha into another room, but another salvo of chlorine trifluoride took out half the room. They went through the doorway into a wheelchair-accessible stairwell. Jayasimha thought they should be safe if they descended to the lower levels. He thought wrong, because he couldn’t get that far. Half a flight down, a conventional explosion rocked the bunker again, dislodging the entire ceiling above him. As large pieces of rubble fell, Jayasimha felt strength in his legs for the first time in many years. Adrenaline coursing through his veins, he pushed himself off his wheelchair to tackle Lakshmi. She stumbled back just as the rubble slammed into Jayasimha. He painfully felt his bones breaking with loud crunches as he was pinned to the floor, his teeth biting into the concrete steps. But Lakshmi was safe.
“Grandpa!” Lakshmi said.
No…it’s no use…
“Stay away!” Jayasimha said. “The place is unstable! You need to get to the other stairwell!”
“But you’re…”
“Don’t worry about me!” Jayasimha shook his head. “I’ll find a way out, but you need to survive! For India’s sake!”
Before Lakshmi could respond, though, the stairwell exploded. Lakshmi screamed just as several pieces of rubble slammed into her. More rubble fell on Jayasimha, pinning him down even further.
“Lakshmi!” he screamed out.
But there was no answer. He tried moving his head to get a better angle, but the rubble prevented him from seeing much. All could feel as all of his senses faded was the searing pain of his broken bones and immobilized body, the heat and fumes from nearby chlorine trifluoride, and distant voices getting closer.
So…this is…the end…sorry, Willie…guess I’m going on ahead…maybe in my next life, I’ll be better off…
Isfahan - February 5, midnight
“How bad is it?” Wilhelmina said.
The war room was silent. Nobody could figure out how to answer her. Not even Gunduz. Even she looked completely terrified by all of the data coming from India. What they received was truly terrifying. She didn’t even know how to process what she had just witnessed. For that matter, nobody else could.
“My…God…” she finally said.
“Those monsters,” Gunduz said, “How…how could they?”
“It’s like Korea, but worse,” Shayan said.
He didn’t have to point or nod at the paper map of India they put on the table, as Wilhelmina’s eyes had already wandered to it on account of almost 85% of the country being marked deep blood red.
Gebhard clenched his fists. “They…they…”
Wilhelmina turned away and faced a corner.
I can’t take this. I really can’t. The inhumanity just keeps getting worse, no matter what I do.
“I…I…” WIlhelmina said.
“It’s okay, Willie,” Gunduz said, “You don’t have to speak if you don’t want to.”
“It’s just…”
Gunduz raised an eyebrow. “Yes?”
Wilhelmina bowed her head. “This complicates things. Changes everything.”
“How?” Shayan said.
“I fear this war has just entered a new phase,” Wilhelmina said, “One far more dangerous and destructive than anything we’ve seen before. If they’re doing this today…I’m scared of what they might do next.”
Berlin - morning
Heinrich drove into the military base. As usual, there was a checkpoint that stopped him first. A Crusader approached his car. “Papers, please.”
Heinrich flashed his committee papers. “Official committee business.”
The Crusader checked the papers. “Sir, I wasn’t informed you’d be visiting today. Usually it would be scheduled in advance.”
“This is an urgent matter,” Heinrich said, “So forgive me for not being able to schedule it in advance. Believe me, kid, I would have done it.”
“I’m not sure if I can let you in without an appointment.”
Heinrich didn’t want to waste anymore time. “Do you want me to report you to your commanding officer? Because if I get turned around for some bureaucratic nonsense that should have been consigned to the dustbin of history with the party cartel, you’ll be the next thing consigned to the dustbin.”
Got to at least act the part.
“Okay, okay, then!” the Crusader nervously handed back the papers and ran to his booth to open the gate. “Just go! Don’t get me fired, please!”
Heinrich drove in and parked in front of the commander’s office. He straightened his uniform and walked inside, striding across the lobby as fast as he could. He was on a mission today, and he would not be denied.
A secretary attempted to stop him. “Sir, the commander is currently busy, so if you wouldn’t mind—”
Heinrich ignored him and continued.
I have to get this ready. Everything must be in position. No time to waste. I let India die on my watch, due to my inaction. That’s something I can’t make up for. But I have to stop other countries from suffering the same fate.
He barged into the commander’s office, easily forcing open the doors with his hands. The commander, a small man wearing an oversized uniform, immediately shot to his feet and saluted. “Sir!”
“At ease,” Heinrich said.
The commander relaxed and sat down. “General Dandolo. I wasn’t informed you’d be visiting today. To what may I owe the pleasure of this unannounced meeting?”
“Yeah, about that…” Heinrich said. “I’m taking direct control of the Berlin garrison. Effective immediately.”
The general looked puzzled. “I’m sorry? Direct control of my troops?”
“Yes, yes, I’m terribly sorry for your inconvenience,” Heinrich said, “But as Megas Domestikos, I’ve decided it would be best if I personally saw to the capital’s defenses. In light of the developments in the east, we need the best of the best in defense of the capital of Christendom.”
“Sir, I think I’m more than capable of defending Berlin. And hasn’t von Haynau routed Konstantinov’s forces recently?”
Heinrich nodded. “Yes, he has, but the threat remains. I am aware of your qualifications, commander, but I sincerely think your talents are wasted on the garrison. I’ve looked over your past record. Service in Mexico, Malaya, East Africa, India. Exemplary record. Even won a few medals. Your talents are wasted on garrison duty. So I thought I would get you a field command.”
The commander’s eyes widened. “Me? A field command? After four years?”
“Yes, it’s about time you returned to the battlefield,” Heinrich said, “I’ve done all of the paperwork already. You ship out to Neurhomania tomorrow.”
“This is a dream come true, thank God Almighty!” the commander beamed and shook Heinrich’s hand. “He really does work in mysterious ways. Thank you, sir! You are proof that miracles do happen!”
“God rewards the faithful, after all,” Heinrich said, “Well, that’s is all. I’ll be taking my leave now. Make me proud, son.”
“I will, sir!” the commander said. “I’ll work with Ludendorff and destroy the Eimerican Federation, just you watch!”
Heinrich returned to his car and drove away. As soon as he was clear of the base, he started laughing.
The look on the guy’s face! Priceless. Small price to pay speaking like the committee and spewing all of that nonsense, but at least it worked. Fortunately this garrison commander is both receptive to flattery and desperate for glory. I may have exaggerated his service record a bit, too. He’s, shall I say, not the best commander. He’ll probably be dead in a week from where I assigned him. But now I have the garrison under my command. I’ll need time to ensure it’s entirely loyal to me. Then, after that…I just have to wait for the right moment.
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Pink was considered a masculine color in the early 20th century.