⚠️Authors Note - Mature Content
"This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, nations, corporations and events are products of the author's imagination and are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to real events or persons is coincidental."
Tags: Alternate World, Dark, Vigilante, Cyberpunk, MegaCorps, Single-Shot Stories, Short-Stories, Hero, Supervillain, Magic, Fiction, Science Fiction, Superheroes, History, Futuristic,, Noir
"A separate series that explores other aspects of the world of Crown Obsidian from multiple points of views, years and places. Each chapter is its own standalone story."
The Five Stars Party. The most powerful entity in the United States of America. And probably the MOST powerful in the world.
The Five Stars Party have controlled America; politically, socially, financially and militarily. Funded by five of the most powerful megacorporations in the entire country. These were;
BlueJet International; The country's foremost developer, creator and distributor of military hardware. And the contractor of various special elite military contractors. The company is also known to develop new sciences.
Coco-Nola Group; The country's most expansive beverage seller. Controlling endless influence over the globe. Producing many brands of the nation's food and drinks, even expanding into medicine.
GlobalStarWorks; The country's largest propaganda distributor. The creator of many, many cartoon characters. Theme parks. Known for even, brokering trade deals and breaking laws ensuring its monopoly over every type of entertainment; gaming, cartoons, broadcast networks and toys.
TooGoodgle; The country's and world's search engine. The most used website, owning the first, second, third and forth most used websites. Including; one being the biggest video distributor, MeTube, livestreaming, MeLIVVE and social media, MePOST.
The Foundation; a shadowy company known for controlling the very economy of the country and the world. It decides the trends of the stock market. Companies can be dissolved at will, and re-constituted at will. Yet no one knows where they reside.
Pulling the strings from the shadows was the organisation known as the establishment, but who controlled them? Who truly ruled America and everything within it?
The Senate of Eagles.
Date: 05th October 2019
Holiday: America Day
Location: Washington DC
Country: United States of America
The streets of Washington DC were bustling, Pennsylvanian Avenue was crowded in bumper to bumper traffic. The Washington Monument stood tall into the clear blue sky. The Lincoln Reflecting pool glistened from the sunlight, its light pointing towards the Lincoln memorial. The grass was lush green , the trees' leaves changed their tone with the seasons change.
America Day is a time for family, and celebrating the country that is the USA…
On this fateful America Day in a lonely diner nestled in one of DC's lesser safe neighbourhoods sat a soldier. A Captain.
Who sat quietly reading a newspaper. All the while in the background, a broadcasting of the Five Star News-
"In other News, the Pentagon confirmed expanded deployments across the Pacific and Atlantic theatres, citing 'deterrence maintenance' amid rising tensions with GPRC and the New Russian Federation.
Officials declined to comment on reports of Star-Patriot conducting sanctioned high-altitude operations over international waters.
Sources inside the Defence Department describe the current doctrine as 'total outmatch' , a strategy ensuring no peer competitor can challenge American supremacy."
Captain Coss. A veteran, scarred. He smoked a cigar. With a rustle of his paper and puff of smoke he sighed-
'Always the same crap-'
The diner was mostly empty with few patrons. A few loudmouths from the local area.
'Everything has gone WRONG since that William McCullough became Secretary of Defense!'
'When President Houten said they'd be changes he wasn't lying.'
'But at least the Chinese are scared-'
'Scared? HA!.. scared of what? They recently found some of that Zerite crap.'
'What the hell is "Zerite" sounds like some Government SyOp.'
Coss cleared his throat with a throaty strain and an exhale of smoke-
'Zerite is a mineral capable of powering our civilization with clean, renewable energy for the next 1,000 years. One kilo can power an entire city for 50 years.'
He continued, flipping the paper to the page of the supposed landing site of the space rock that crashed. It was the Tuman River. Specifically on the border with three countries.
'China… Russia… North Korea… all friendly to each other…'
Coss smirked-
'Up to a point.'
One of the loudmouths scoffed-
'Go on then. Why's that?'
'Human greed. Russia refuses to let China have it. North Korea needs it for survival. China needs it to actually compete with the US-'
Coss looked up at the small gathering of patrons. He flipped a page. His view was immediately blessed or surprised to see the infamous page 3 nude model, always a new model with every new issue.
'That isn't what I was going to focus on.'
With the ogling of the men around him, Coss swiftly flipped the page-
'The Tuman River. Their alliance is to stand against the US… but what if a lucrative opportunity appeared?... one too good to ignore?'
The cogs began to turn in their heads.
'Trust me boys. I have seen what that mineral has done to "loyal" allies.'
And Coss did know, it is what led to him accepting a home based assignment.
'What do you mean?'
'Lets just say France isn't exactly our ally right now..'
The events that caused the schism would continue to play the captain.
Meanwhile…
USS Thomas Jefferson
Sea of Japan
The supercarrier sat off the coast of Japan's Akita prefecture. Surrounding the lead vessel were seven other ships. The USS Thomas Jefferson Strike Group was stationary. Waiting. As ordered.
In the far distance, returning from the direction of the Korean peninsula, a drone (A Northrop Grumman MQ-4C Triton) swiftly approached, humming, slowly descending towards the carrier.
The bridge of the carrier was crowded by sailors, and officers who continued to type at their terminals. Keyboards clacked, radios crackled and screens flickered. On one of the screens, sat an Admiral.
Sitting comfortably at the Pentagon-
He was grey, scarred, balding. Wearing his black highly decorated admiralty uniform, he laid back into the cushioned chair.
His voice was firm. Full of authority.
['Did they (Russia, China, N.Korea)']
The Admiral paused-
['Take the bait?']
An officer responded, arms crossed in front of himself.
'Yes Sir.'
He pressed a button, and a blue hologram appeared-
[It was circular. A globe. Focused specifically on the Sea of Japan. Tuman River was highlighted as was the collision site of the meteor, as well as what is supposedly the make up of the meteor listed beside it.]
['Are you sure?']
'CMAG operatives report that every nation in close proximity immediately deployed the moment Zerite was rumored to be inside the space rock.'
['Desperation?']
'Exactly sir. Each of the countries has their own reasons.'
The Admiral scoffed and with a burst of laughter more akin of a bark continued-
['Pah!.. That meteor.. The USSO scanned it before it hit Earth's atmosphere.. There IS NO Zerite.']
The USSO or United States Space Organization were and are responsible for America's leading technological advances, military expansion and research.
'Surely, the Communists can see what's inside the spacerock too?'
The Admiral grinned. As if he held all the cards.
He knew the Communists have been stealing technology-
['That's the beaut…THEY DO… TECH WE GAVE THEM INTENTIONALLY!..'] The senior officer erupted with laughter. Not evil laughter, the type that was more like bragging than cruel games.
He continued still amused-
['Now all they are seeing is what WE want them to.']
The younger officers' eyes widened as the seniors coughed in their hands as they looked at one another.
'Sir! Activity on the mainland! The Korean Peninsula is getting hot!' a sailor announced typing frantically.
The ship's terminals all received a feed from the crash site. North Korean soldiers firing upon Russian and Russian upon Chinese, only small arms fire but that was enough.
The CRACKS echoed on the bridge-
['HA! They were right!']
'Who was Admiral?'
['The senate. But not OUR senate.']
Meanwhile…
Washington DC
Under the Whitehouse
The dimly lit corridors of the catacombs built during the Revolutionary Era were faint. But footsteps echoed throughout.
Tap Tap Tap
Expensive leather slapped the mud.
Klick Klick Klick
Crystal heels cracked on the cracked aged stone ground. With lighter heels clicking beside them.
A small family-
man,
woman
and a child.
'I do hope the senate isn't in session already.'
'They wouldn't dare begin without us.' The woman snarled, her voice distorted by an ornate bronze mask.
'Mommy.. If we're late I can't see the dead people and I will be sad-'
'Oh sweetheart do not worry-
If we miss the session-
There's always some poor helpless scum we can take instead off the streets.'
The small family slowly approached an open hall, where they could hear the echo of slamming gavels, loud applause and shouts of competing arguments…
It was the Senate of Eagles.