Stormbringers Storm

OMega Thunder

2007-04-27T14:43:00.001-07:00

The man in Black flinched as red hot muzzles sprouted on the heads of every council member within a couple of seconds of each other .. and he got a look at his men, Eyes glowing red with anger, Blood flowing from several rounds taken during the furious assault. And felt awesome pride and insane grief together. my god, I am going to lose more of them today. But pride came first. His warriors, against insane odds, Insane timing, Were On target, On time. And for the first time in his life: He let loose his anger at the nation that held his warriors chained while the backstabbing dogs fought over corrupt deals, greed, and spilled blood like water. The blood of this nation’s warriors:

“ Take a careful Look at the man standing next to you, You Bastards.. THAT is Omega. They have wives, kids ,family, Just like you dogs do. LOOK AT THEM, YOU WORTHLESS SONS OF BITCHES” a roar that shook the room.. and smashed into the faces on the screen, Turning into thunder.” But Honor, Duty, Faith is what they live by, and die by: and Not one Omega warrior has ever betrayed us, ever. And I do not even have GLORY to give them. They live, serve and die silently, Never asking, Always giving: And Betrayal is their reward” Thunder rolled across the room and across the Omega Battlenet, as Omega Computers gleefully Uploaded every single word.. “ When will sacrifice be enough, when will duty be enough, when will death be Enough,WE give all we can and You reward us with DEATH. My warriors will not die in vain, I swear on all that is Holy, you worthless hellspawned Traitors will taste Omega steel. Omega is OFFICIALLY at war with every traitor, every greedy mongrel, every worthless bastard that uses power for his own use.

“ This COUNCIL has betrayed Omega, in time of war, Under article 4 of the Omega charter, I hereby sentence the council to death. “

“ Omega, Execute”

And 13 gunshots sounded as one.

ParadoX: Omega's sword: warrior, Hero,Omega

2007-04-27T14:41:00.000-07:00

Captain Vikram Talwar, NSG, and his two commando pairs ( hits , in NSG lingo) were bored to death. He stamped his feet and kept a brisk pace to beat the Delhi chill as he made his rounds. Protecting a VIP was the dullest duty he had ever pulled, and He had pulled it under protest, He did not want to babysit the bottom feding scum that made up delhi’s “elite”. Warriors did not belong here.

Boredom dispelled in a hurry: He and his men hissed in surprise as the omega alarm coursed through their nervous system, literally, Since the Omega alarm was in their watches , and consisted of a parody of the age-old SOS. The watch delivered enough volts to make his nerves scream, for a microsecond, then a microsecond pause and another jolt,. Most of his superiors thought of him as a soldier’s soldier. And his team as one of the best ever to cross the chasm between ordinary commando and elite , They just didn’t know how elite. He smiled in recollection,He had thought being a commando dagger in the Indian army meant something,after 33 days of hell , Then Omega had stepped in: Offering a bigger challenge, taunting him.. he had officially been on vacation when the grueling tests began, and at some point, Even he had doubted anyone could pass the omega challenge, then bit down on his already bleeding lips and carried on. And to his amazement, his body had carried through. His mind had never doubted, but he had been surprised at what his body had been able to manage.. He had lost 19 pounds in those two weeks.. and his men had been right alongside him there too.

Now the Captain melted away and the Omega Warrior emerged, No, Five warriors. Those jolts from the watch would seem extraordinary to someone not omega, But they primed his warrior implants and awoke them, there was no other away they could be activated, They responded to Omega Control , and Only omega Control..

He suspected there was more to the watches.. but he Didn’t care , It felt good to be so fully alive again.. He ran a self diagnostic as his Vision went from Human to Omega warrior. It was amazing how much technology Omega had crammed into his system… He suspected some would call him a cyborg if they ever found out… Vision enhancements , With eyes Able to switch from visible to infrared to UV at a thought, plus a Heads up Display of his own internal functions and whatever else he chose to see,including eyes on the back of his head .. which he had found hilarious at first..wide angle optical sensor implanted exactly over his occipital ridge .

Mastoid auditory receptors.. Enhancing audio pickup upto a 1000 percent if he so chose, or blanking out noise in self defence . Bloodstream stem cells, highly modified for one task, Rapid regrowth of tissues damaged by Hostile fire. Bones reinforced from the inside by another kind of stem cell that deposited a honeycomb of a heavy metal.. making them six times stronger than normal bones. Electronics hooked into his vocal cords, that on command would intercept speech and convert it into omega command code..electronic or infrasound. There was more, but all He was interested in, was this

He was Omega’s Elite field soldier. Omega Blue One. His thoughts shifted like lightning as Omega control spoke “ Code red : code red : code red”

For a moment Even he had not believed. Omega the invincible, On code red?

Then he and his team had simply relaxed their postures and listened to the furious chatter on the Omega battle net, Units under attack.. Manpacks.. Casualties rising…Mind a razor’s edge..Hackles rising, As omega Command uploaded sitreps calmly as ever. Then deathly silence for what seemed like eternity, but had been less than 30 seconds, And Omega Control was back on.. But a Blue one could differentiate to a degree normal warriors couldn’t.. This was a different Omega control: At that point his nerves had been taut with tension: was omega compromised? No, Only the HQ had been taken down: and his mind had raged, finally.

And he knew every omega field commander shared that anger: Omega was sacred ground. It had been defiled.. and then the answers started coming in.. from within. He had always taken pride in his calm, collected response to a crisis..But the Fury burning through him now was frightening…. And he could almost sense it in every other omega out there. Omega Betrayed.

And Now he had his orders: Omega control had pinpointed the Traitors: Now it was upto Him, AT least for One traitor: The Director General MilOps. A part of him wanted more time to prepare, Needed more support. The man was protected by a ready guard that outnumbered him 6 to 1, most of it his friends . But the man was Now OPFOR , and it was upto him to get it done. Support was coming, but it would be late..He didn’t want it in the way, Anyway. One glance at his men confirmed it: No waiting, This was now, It was time to Move.

And Five Demons from hell erupted from darkness into the ready guard on the front entrance, , Bodies Running on Omega boosted Reflexes. Weapons silenced, on full auto: The men never even saw them before catching the omega specials: Depleted uranium Exploding bullets … and . He was running , a flying leap over the tangle of bodies that had been the outer perimeter and his banshee wail as his shoulder butted into 3 inch steel reinforced oak… it would have held 9mm rounds, It would have held off grenades.. but It splintered like cordwood under his furious momentum, concentrated on one point.

His men were a split second behind . Omega control had forbidden suicide for this traitor, And He was Omega ‘s Sword... he urged more speed out of his body as he raced, following the map Omega control uploaded .. A skidding turn to the left and two more NSG guards: weapons coming up… Mistake, One part of his mind chided his former colleagues.. as the other part triggered two three round bursts from the 4.7 mm caseless Heckler and Koch designs, Omega weapons , never breaking the full gallop he was in, and two heads exploded . Omega ‘s Sword, they called him: taken from his name, talwar.. and they were right, His detached mind whispered”.He was past them before they were halfway to the ground…

Omega control was chattering about his back , a heavy weapons squad coming up from the right of that junction he had just turned.. he flicked up a picture on his display.. none had a bearing on him , yet.. and time slowed down as he Boosted into Overdrive on his servo implants. And the men seemed to go slow mo.. He would have to trust his men to watch his back.. No time… door coming up, straight ahead. Titanium door.. war room, one flight down. HE switched to armor piercing grenades and his bullpup belched 5 . omega control was chattering again, he overrode the link: he was running straight into the blast radius. No time .. No time.. and the world exploded around him, something hitting his left shoulder and then he was through.. taking the steps 5 at a time.. .. and exploded into the war room.. The twit had a gun in his mouth.. can’t have that, That detached part of him thought.. and another carefully aimed burst blew the gun apart, along with the man’s shoulder.. at this awkward angle.

And He was was skittering to halt.. gun aimed firmly at the Man who had defiled Omega.” Don’t even Breathe, Coward..”, time to report in :” Target secure and in custody, Omega control”.. an emotionless voice on the net.. and then He realized that it was his voice, and exulted.

There will be enough time to take stock. He knew the old saw about” the only thing more terrible than a battle won is a battle lost” . For now: Omega’s sword had struck the first Blow.

Omega ParadoX: a few Good Men

2007-04-27T14:39:00.000-07:00

The computers were right, The Omega Commander realized, but wrong as well.. being limited in their responses. Omega was reacting defensively ,when it was time to go to war . And an Old cliché rose unbidden in his mind “ When in Doubt, attack” But Omega was being steered skillfully to go to war against it’s own country. That, He silently vowed to himself, will never happen.
“Omega Control- This is Alpha Prime , OP Aryan Nation is on Hold Indefinitely : Command override : authenticate Hotel-Foxtrot-Zulu-COBRA. My deputy will confirm”
Looking quizzically at him, His deputy Did, Alpha unity Concurs: Command Override ZULU-TANGO-NINER-FOXTROT-MAMBO.
The computers, smoothly as ever , acknowledged, “Omega control acknowledges , Op Aryan Nation is on T minus 17 and holding”
“ Command, You cannot hold 2 million warriors on combat alert indefinitely , so what are your intentions, Do I order a standdown?”
The Man in Black responded, ice cold, smoother than the computers, If that was possible “ that will not be necessary, Omega control, We need them for now “
“ Gentlemen, we have lost good men today, But going to war against my own country was never part of the plan.. And as long as I am commanding this outfit, that will never happen.” Looking at his 2IC, “ on the other hand, Nobody said we have to turn the other cheek..” a savage grin now “ I intend to find the Enemy, and then Vaporize it. No more , No less “.
“Given The nature of the leaks, The Omega council is involved . I want every member and their close relatives persuaded to visit us, and let’s see If anyone is missing”.
“omega control, Call for a conference.. gentlemen, stay out of the pickup lens field, but listen closely: and notify when all omega escorts are in place”
“Alright, Omega control, make the call”
For the second time in 15 minutes, The Omega callsign pulsed out at the speed of light.. Shrieking it’s warning and it’s invitation .Overriding everything else in it’s path .. As omega teams moved to their designated targets, They had been assigned as protectors, but now would serve as executioners if need be.
The virtual conference was still in session.. The one he had left a lifetime ago..
The oldest member as usual was first to speak” good to see you are alive, Omega”
And wrath boiled over
“ what exactly does that mean, Old timer”
“ Just that, Glad to see you are alive”
“yes I heard, but what made you think I might not be “
A fraction of a second of hesitation.. And Omega clamped down on his own internal anger, as he realized the extent of betrayal..
The Old man’s eyes must have seen something on his face because sudden fear erupted In those eyes.
“You yourself said Omega was under attack, I assumed the worst when you exceeded your own five minute deadline”
Omega took a minute to survey the table.. One field marshal, two Colonels who would have been generals if their Commanding officers had been halfway competent ,the Director general for Military ops, two wing commanders, one sailor rank unknown, even to him, a Motley group of politicians :All chosen for loyalty and Ability. He had one traitor, how many others , he wondered. With a mental shrug, he remembered he had to keep them talking Till the teams were in place.
“ Thank You for your concern, But it is quite unnecessary, I am not a medieval commander, leading cavalry charges from the saddle, but your conclusions are Illuminating, I must say” and watched as the strike went home.
So that was the enemy. Made things simpler, He thought. The man had underestimated Omega and feared for his kin, selling out to what he thought was the winning side. Who else, though?
“ Ladies and gentlemen, my old friend is indeed right.. Omega has been hurt badly today.. The visible omega has , at any rate.. But nine tenths of omega is invisible, by design.. which means someone just woke a sleeping tiger, and I promise you , there will be hell to pay”
A few taps on his keyboard, pity he couldn’t let them know his computers were AI.. and the holographs came up. “Most of omega is intact, and these losses are nothing compared to some we have taken in the past” He was driving the point home slowly and clearly, Omega was Not broken, Hoping…
The DGMO guy spoke up..” but your HQ was destroyed today”
“ And how do you know that? It’s been less than 10 minutes, and you are at home, General “
He watched as the man’s brain caught up to his mouth and it clicked shut, audibly.
2 down. How many more to go?

Paradox: Op Aryan Nation: To be or not to be

2007-04-27T14:37:00.000-07:00

His brooding was interrupted by the intercom light blinking. “Coming up on omega prime, Sir, ETA 30 seconds.”The pilot continued, more hesitant this time “You need to get yourself looked at, Sir. The sensors are registering wild readings on your body function parameters”
He ran through a self diagnostic before answering.. “That’s an agent’s field equipment messing with the sensors … I am not hit. You have never flown Blue One agents before?” The silence stretched out.. then” Uh, No sir, Just got qualified for this bird , actually.. was a REMF before this” and the Man in Black had to suppress a laugh, “ No one in Omega is a Rear Echelon M*ther F@%@ , Isn’t that why you joined, Son?” “ Yes, sir”
Conversation was better than brooding.. So the Man in Black continued” Anything else you want to ask, lieutenant” .. even longer silence “ How many did we lose back there , Sir”
“ All of them, LT, all of them. Omega Control had 130 specialists round the clock, at any given time. All of them are one fireball now” the next statement he dreaded, but it didn’t come , instead
“ Coming up on landing, uh, Brace yourself, sir”
And the craft jerked with the full 9g of deceleration it was designed for.. and before he had time to think, it was on the ground.. rotors slowing .. And as soon as he stepped out.. the turbines were spinning up. His reception committee was waiting.. but the Black Helo was already gone before he reached them..A young colonel, by the looks of it “ Colonel, Lets get moving, and we can introduce ourselves on the way” and a mad dash again.. to Omega prime’s control room.
His Alpha Unity was there , who so easily could have become alpha prime today.., and his perverse taste for military courtesies.. “ Atten-hut” Rang out as he stepped Into the room .
He slid one look at his watch : 20 minutes to op Aryan nation.. then it was time
“Alright gentlemen, Time for a briefing, lead the way”
30 more precious seconds as everyone settled down.
“ Alpha unity, Sitrep, please” He took a moment to look at his second in command ,who looked More a Bull than a man, wide shoulders , Big hulk of a man, and Utterly loyal.. He had been offered The top position, But he had forced The man in black to continue.. He would lead when he had to, But he understood the responsibilities of command too well to WANT it, A rare breed, that man.
Simpy standing, he towered over everyone.. “ well, There’s a lot we don’t know, Chief. But somethings we do know.”
“1. When You got hit, every other Major base that they thought had omega elements in it was hit as well, usually Inside jobs. Fortunately in our case, We have never had uniformed personnel come in direct, and we look like a commercial enterprise from the outside, so they never checked , Now they know ,of course.. But that can’t be helped.”
“2.Then those damned Erasers. They were five kiloton nukes, Once they Knew they had Failed, Those erasers dropped from orbit.. Anything terrestrial We would have caught. Someone on their side messed up, Erasers are SOP for special forces.. so that itself indicates this was no rogue band of terrorists or Indian assets.. It’s much more sophisticated. But these RV’s dropped from stealthed satellites : And that worries me some. That doesn’t stop us shooting the shit out of that sector of space, But it means One of the Big’uns is after us. We have to decide if we want to reveal our space capabilities or not.
One related thing: We managed to blow the things up, But they are too clean for conventional Nukes.. they look like One of ours than anything else, so at least one other party has the same level of sophistication in cobalt bombs. The computers are still digging, so we may find something, hopefully.”
“3: The squeal from HQ “, .. a visible wince this time .. “ former HQ, has caused Our computers to go into Lockdown on the base, They are still insisting On Op Aryan nation and are refusing to elaborate, citing Battle protocols , which means Only You and me have the authority to order them to stand down , and Im not sure if that would be a mistake.”
I’ll let the computers take it from here .. No sooner said than done .. the holo projectors came online
And the smooth impersonal voice of Omega Control came on…
“Welcome back from the dead , Omega Command, My counterpart had assumed you were dead.. your 2IC is incorrect on two aspects , The base is in a Communications lockdown, Not a full lockdown. I feel it necessary in view of the repeated attacks against Omega . Precision coordinated and with space borne assets, we can do no less, I do not need a saturation strike aimed on my point defences”.
“ The second thing, Like it or not, gentlemen, Omega is at war,as you fully know. What we don’t know is the strength of the invasion, And with Omega in Command, We can Utilise India’s potential fully, Records show that India’s political Leadership has let the country down when it mattered most, and that was and is the reason for omega to exist. “
The view on the screen changed “ Omega’s assets are mostly immobilized and it’s warriors under attack. Active units have suffered over 13 percent casualties and climbing, Omega HQ is a blast crater, and Hidden assets may come into conflict with the government when they move In any strength, Such as when fighters will move to interdict saturation fire on my point defences.”
“None of Omega scenarios envisioned omega will be attacked first, We were invisible, I can only assume Your council has Traitors, Omega command.. But With an Intact government , Omega cannot move most of its Assets effectively. I do not want Omega Hammerheads shooting down IAF planes, Does any one Else, And they will Have to , if they have to move to defend me or other omega assets. May I remind you gentlemen a single Hammerhead will go through any wing or squadron that scrambles to intercept like a Knife through butter, And I have 300 of those waiting on Battle reflex :Red One mode, not counting the reserves?
And the silence stretches out … again….
The Man In Black waded in “ so where does that leave us, Omega Control”
The answer was prompt “ Execute Op Aryan Nation or Risk Omega Annihilation”
And the silence deepened….

Betrayal>omega:The enemy within: first Blood

2007-04-24T14:31:00.000-07:00

The Young soldier was back.. in record time, The man in Black noted with satisfaction. Now to see if omega command had survived. He thumbed the talk key : Omega Prime to Omega secundus, Over.
The reponse, quick and unhurried, Brought another smile to his face ..” Omega secundus reading Omega prime , Please authenticate,over” for all the polite phrasing, He knew a fumble would only end his Career as a Brahmos homed in on his radio signal and came screaming in at a little over mach six.
“ Omega prime authenticates Bravo-Alpha-niner-Zulu- Foxtrot, standby for squeal from comsats on K-band, vertical polarity. Omega Control is off the net , I say again, Omega control is off the net.,Acknowledge” and hoped like hell the computer had managed to upload everything for the burst transmission”
“ Secundus acknowledges squeal and authenticates Get-the-fucking-bastards, Over”. Another freeze the seven hells smile.
“ Omega control is compromised, I repeat, Omega Control is compromised: Omega is abandoning primary , we have cockroaches in the kitchen, Over”
A touch more emotion,this time” Omega Prime acknowledges, Control is down, Executing Firestorm . ETA on target is 90 seconds .. i repeat, ETA is 90 seconds .MOVE MOVE MOVE”.
And then there was nothing except a mad dash for safety. Amazingly, All of them made it out.. except one raider who had been hiding somewhere. Five hypersonic missiles , right on the dot. Secundus had loaded thermite. Jeez. The man literally jumped off the building and vaporized in midair.
Less than ten seconds later, The pickup arrived, and the Man in Black felt pride once more. Goddamn, His kids were good.. no, The best. That pilot had burned some rubber getting here.
The communicator buzzed” omega prime to Alpha prime, Confirm roasted rats, over”
“alpha prime acknowledges bar-b-q pit. Good shooting. I have men on the ground and that bird isn’t big enough , Over”
Hesitation, this time” Alpha prime, that is Your plane sir, The others are on the way, We have incoming Erasers on that site, we don’t know whose yet”
“ Alpha prime acknowledges, lets get out of here.. and a hand signal sent his men scattering away from the incoming nuclear fireball, as the VTOL touched down.
“The pilot took one look and went ashen..” sir, you are hit” . The man in Black bit back his anger and smiled.. “ No I am not, But I need to be at omega prime ASAP, let’s see if you can set a new record, shall we” and the world dissolved into dust. As the VTOL turned into a whirlwind..and the pilot redlined his four engines…

The flight to the new Omega prime gave him enough time to catch up… Events had been moving like a badly choreographed movie, No time to think .. time to take a few breaths..Then the word” erasers” popped up. Omega secundus , now Omega prime , knew more than he did. So whose special forces and whose eraser..Then he looked at the watch: 7 minutes from first contact. minutes in which Omega had transformed.. and the countdown had not stopped: 22 minutes to operation Aryan nation. “shit”
No other word sufficed. The man in black brooded as the craft raced for the New Omega prime.
Omega was at war, with no enemy in sight.

Op Aryan Nation: The Enemy Within

2007-04-24T11:57:00.000-07:00

Snatching off his commlink.. The Man in Black raced for his Command post… There was something very wrong here.. Operation Aryan nation was a battle for the nation’s survival, when it’s government had been decapitated.. The government was wide awake and alerted.. so why were his Computers going to condition Red One… He raced past his own Aide de Camp.. a detached part of his mind noting the fact for a future tongue lashing.. the man was getting soft.. and then he was in the control Room..

And slipping on the blood slicked floor..for a moment his Brain refused to recognize it ..as the smell hit. Cordite.. and Blood, from a lifetime ago. then old reflexes took over .. turning that slip into an almost casual feetfirst dive and a roll to the right, taking the impact on his soldiers, As his heart lurched once: A Hit team, Inside Omega. And then there was no time as one hand hit the button that summoned his personal Bodyguards, Normally never allowed here.. And the Other hand reached for his sidearm.. one he’d carried across three wars and more years than he wanted to remember… a Browning 9 mm, always carried “cocked and locked” In his holster.. Ironically called “condition one”. A quick flick and the safety was off…

And his mind was back in the zone, There was only him and the two shooters on the other side of the desk firing a hailstorm of silenced rounds. He heard one weapon click on empty..rolling left, He squeezed off two rounds,a quick One two that took one down. But the other was missing, where? The Huffing and puffing ADC chose that moment to arrive, sidearm extended . a single “phut” from the rear right of the room and the ADC was down., a round neat hole in his forehead… as The Man In Black squeezed off two more shots blindly, and rolled further left to get behind the display console desk… several rounds chasing him Into that sparse cover. He winced at the rounds smashing into the comm Gear, millions of dollars worth of it. He heard the second one’s weapon click on empty. Trick, one part of his mind whispered , so he fired off two more shots in the general direction, the return fire confirmed it, This one was tricky. Well, two can play at this game, Kid.. with a grin on his face, The man in black wasted four more rounds in the general direction of fire, and waited .. sure enough.. footsteps, with no attempt at stealth.

The man had counted and had decided he was empty.. and was walking towards him . The Browning 9 mm held 13 rounds, not the more universal 9+1, as many in the past had learned to their cost. One silent, smooth motion as he uncoiled into sight and he caught surprise on that hooded face .. as a quick one two caught the raider’s throat, nearly severing his neck.

Heavy boots crashing in the corridor as the first of his bodyguard arrived..The Man in Black caught an Impulse to giggle, Just like in the movies.. too late to do any good. Then he looked at his watch.. and 2 minutes had elapsed since he left the conference room. He choked the giggle down, as the mess that was Omega control registered..

No controlling anything from here. No wonder the Computers had called in Red One, Lacking information, They had to assume Omega was threatened across the board. The how can wait for later..Let’s get moving, Soldier, his mind nudged. His body guards were clearing the Building.. Choppers on the roof.. They had had inside help.. No way to decide who at the moment.. But he would remember when the time came. He owed that to his warriors.. and himself.

They couldn’t know that a backup control center would activate after two minutes of silence from Omega Prime. Only he knew that..But they had tried their best to decapitate Omega. Time to stop that , He found himself reaching for his communicator.. which had taken a bullet, somehow.. He rapped the nearest Helmet… Get me a communicator, he looked at the rank tabs,
Captain, I have a phone call to make, ASAP.

Operation Aryan Nation commences in...

2007-04-24T11:20:00.000-07:00

You wait for years for the warning bell to sound.. and prepare yourself as well you can. But the first Shriek of Code Red : Code red: Code Red: battlestations : .. still manages to surprise you, Thought the Man in Black wryly: As a couple of million beepers went off country wide and Omega awoke again.

This one was a surprise, Omega had no reports of external hostile forces.. so had to be internal..But what ? Rubbing eyes just woken, racing to get into uniform .. He noted with satisfaction his transport and the ready guard was already Fully alert. A swift ten minute Journey to HeadQuarters.
The Children of the dawn were under attack .. as reports started flashing in… and they were Responding with all their suppressed fury , stored so carefully over the years , To Unleash when the moment came. For a moment The Man feared for his own and the Country, That His Creations would go off the leash.. then the commander in him took over, Snapping out orders to make sure that did not happen.

Even in the middle of that bedlam, The man in black felt a fierce joy in how His creations had responded, His children, His men. His WARRIORS. The fearsome AI computers at the heart of Omega CompCent awoke.. and tore into all intelligence networks. He needed Information. Could india Dare? Dare take him on.? In a few moments , the answer started becoming clearer.. Not the nation, But the corrupt men Omega was designed to fight, In alliance with those who sought to “contain” his country. Four of his field commanders were dead , poisoned..and those units were tearing into the Attackers.

Then The names of the casualties flashed up onscreen and he swore a silent oath. They Couldn’t locate the Ones wearing no uniforms, so they had attacked the ones who did.Oh dear god, Those were Nuclear Units. The computers clucked a bit and confirmed , MANPACKS were armed. Man portable Nuclear devices, On manual Override. For the first time in his years long vigil, The Man in Black truly felt fear. He would have to trust his men to keep their word, he couldn’t disarm those weapons. And if one went off..

While his Brain was digesting the information flowing in, A part felt detached, planning, calculating. The computers reported the Numbers reporting in, dispassionately .. 2 Million warriors, woken from slumber. Racing to Arm and Scrambling to Intercept . It was time to decide. His country had allowed this to happen,and there was blood debt to be paid. But the true power of Omega couldn’t be shown yet.. so he forced his mind to concentrate, to contain units not already engaged. Snapping out orders to put them into holding patterns.

It was Time to Decide: to make the final call :And a shriller call went out: OMEGA CALLING .Lightning Priority. Satellites that normally were sleepy dumb comsats awoke. Computers Cut into calls ,in the middle of calls, Overriding privacy codes. Omega Calling, Report In. .. Report In NOW. Switched off phones awoke.. and shrieked the Omega callsign. Omega Calling, Report In.

And one by one, bleary eyed, half dressed, The omega council reported in. The Computers obediently created a virtual meeting hall.. all but two were on video links.
The older ones were used to it by now.. The oldest member had a wry, rueful grin on his face. “ why do your emergencies never happen in civilized timings, Omega Command”
“ I do not run the world , Old timer, I respond” The harsh metallic voice grated out, through clenched teeth.
That got everyone’s attention. The Man WAS, for all intents and purposes, Omega. And he was angrier than anyone had ever seen before.

“Your country has failed me and my men, And the simple question is: DO you want omega to run it for you?”The voice like tortured tearing metal grated on. “Omega is code Red, under attack by units it considered loyal: And they picked exactly the wrong unit to go after: That detachment is armed with man portable nuclear weapons, And those weapons are Armed NOW”.

Gasps of horror, finally. Shock, mostly. “You armed your men with tactical Nukes?” “No, Minister, Nuclear grenades: sub kiloton yield” Which means My men MIGHT not hesitate using them. Omega doctrine states No more than 10 percent casualties in a battlefield scenario.. and we are holding at 7 percent”

Fingers punching keyboard.. “I estimate no more than 15 minutes before the 10 percent limit is crossed: At which point Omega troops will go “weapons free” on the nukes.”
“ Are we clear”
The old timer again” crystal clear.. so why the meeting , if you have decided”.

“I have not decided, I want someone to tell me that the bastards who did this will die slowly, and just maybe.. I can stop this disaster: And if I find out It was this governments doing..” He let that sentence trail off
The Director general - Ops Officer peered into his display” Can I see the troop disposition”

The computers, Lurking, Uploaded the maps.

A slight frown on that face“ Your troops are my troops, Omega”
“ well of course they are, IDIOT.. Omega is Indian.. but those are the best you have, and they are Omega first. My question: Can You relieve them in time?”
The Computers chose that moment to chime in: “Casualties are now 11 percent. Omega is “weapons free” across india.”
“Shit” from several people at once.
The computers, Insensitive to emotions, droned on: “Operation Aryan Nation “ commences in 30 minutes and counting.

“Operation Aryan Nation commences in 29 minutes and 50 seconds”
A silent, oh shit from the Man in Black.
“ Ladies and Gentlemen, I will need an answer in 5 minutes.. But I Am running out of time. Operation Aryan Nation means The computers have decided that For omega to survive , It needs to take over This country.

“Omega, signing off”
(Ed: Omega is a westernized word, The real name for the organisation is slightly different?)

so we come to the power of 1

2007-04-15T16:31:00.000-07:00

Today's world teaches most Humans that being Alone... being Only One, will leave you floundering , that you need the rest to survive. Not true.
We are all Individuals, We all follow our own paths, and each individual can make a difference.
The only limits on us are our own fears. Conquer that fear, And the world awaits your every word.
mathematics is a strange thing to most humans, it shouldn't be, but yet it is. One little gem though. Mathematics called the number 1 Unity.
why does such a rigidly formal structure refer to the Number One as Unity: Isn't that a contradiction in terms?
Dig deeper, and it is not.

One more time, Happy hunting

The forgottten history.. the missing present.. The Power of 1

2007-04-15T16:06:00.000-07:00

this is a tiny corner of the blogosphere.. my corner.. so i was surprised to see some nice comments and a few bewildered ones, Sorry guys, those comments stay hidden.. but i will take the story one step further.

Every child builds an ideal world within himself, A world all his own. Children are forgiven for innocence , but the truth is the exact opposite, a Child is much closer to elemental nature and the " me , me , me " clamor of his natural instincts and that means kids are Uncivilized, mostly. Some will remain that way all through their lives.. aimless, witless, worthless, selfish.
Most won't. Most will learn the lesson that makes civilization work, The brotherhood of man, The Sheer pleasure of doing good. Most will learn Honor, Duty and lastly Faith.
Faith is a double edged sword. Always will be. In my case Faith came about through a journey that was both metaphor and physical, and trust me, The physical part hurt at the time.
I have faith in the brotherhood, because the bond that unites is something unbreakable, But it's not blind faith.

three times in my life i have dared men to find that valley where the children of the dawn are forged. two of them got physically ill a 100 miles from the place. The third one chose to stay.
You cannot get to that valley using shortcuts. I can point it out to you on the map, and you won't see it. In the midst of the Himalayas, In the Aksai Chin region, and precipitiously in the middle of two hostile nations: India and China, lies a lake. Penangso lake, It's called
The valley is one day's march from it, on Foot.
Now you know where to look. and no, Even in an aircraft, you cannot overfly Unless you have lived by honor all your life.

Go ahead and try, You might learn something.

This isn't about religion: It's about learning who we are. The forgotten glory of the human race lives on, suppressed by false faith and vainglorious leaders, But alive, nonetheless.

Shangrila is just one incorrect name for it.. it's real name is available to those who can see beyond human limitations. I can leave one more clue: the valley of the lotus. another incorrect name I have seen used is shambhala.

good hunting, If you choose

GPL vs GPL: the steorn Difference

2007-04-15T12:46:00.000-07:00

Steorn has used the term GPL ( General Purpose License) in their marketing literature . Is this a deliberate attempt to confuse it with the original GPL ( General Public Licence) that forms the bed rock of open source/FOSS or does it represent Steorn fudging/ Incompetence?
The average Joe associates GPL with great things , great software at low to zero cost, Thanks to the tireless efforts of the whole FOSS community.

Is steorn deliberately trying to piggyback on the good will generated by the millions of manhours of selfless work put in by the Open source community? I think the answer is yes.
To me, That is slimeball tactics, piggybacking on a very worthwhile acronym to sucker Joe Average into giving a thumbs up to Steorn, when what steorn means is very different.

just another good example of Steorn Competence?

You Decide

Stay Tuned

Shangrila

2007-04-13T17:38:00.000-07:00

Shangrila

i grew up as part of a select few. My entire community numbers 0.028 percent of the world populace..
In the early years, several militaries and the environments they were stationed in moulded my nature.Although i am perfectly adapted to any terrain,thanks to that training, i love the wilds.
And i say this with the full knowledge urban, uncivilized humans will find it incomprehensible.. love the Silence?learn to identify the sounds of your environment.? all that is as alien to most of humanity today as corruption was to me in my youth.
To hear the sibilant hiss of the king Cobra and freeze, until it started moving again.. then move one boot, slowly.. sloowly.. until the boot was just behind the head..Then in one smooth motion grab the tail and lift as the boot holds down that fearsome hood.Don't damage the king, just make sure He knows you happen to be the boss, For a few moments.

But i Digress: I know where Shangrila lives. most of my friends were there when we first stepped in.That one Experience, above all others, has probably shaped my destiny. We were kids, On a routine mountain trek in the himalayas.. whatthe guide hadn't figured was how tough and unstoppable we were, all of us military brats, Used to dads waking up at 4;00 am and go through a gruelling day that wilts most men, then come home and share stories.
The stories were the fascinating part.. absolute magic, for a kid. A patrol goes out, gets ambushed, fights off three armies and on the way their 4x4 slides into the raging river a 1000 feet below.
i digress again.. So the mountain hiking guide, a British/Nepali Gurkha commando,
tries to march us into the ground and finds himself breathing hard, for probably the first time in his life. i will forever wonder whether it was spite, or he was sure we were upto it, he begins a nonstop 48 hour march. Right near the chinese border. We don't stop for two days..
He never checked a compass, or pulled any other nav gear. just kept moving.
we enter the last valley empty. No food , No water( that we could have picked up from any mountain stream), and precious little willpower left. Finally he stops and turns around,We make camp here, and without one word everyone just drops,Only To hear the crushing Biting tones, Noone sleeps in the open, You freeze to death up here, MAKE CAMP. we somehow manage, and finally, We drop half dead to sleep.
Next morning, First light , i wake up and look out the tent slit. A friend of mine is standing out there , Looks like he is comatose ,absorbed in his attention to wahtever he's looking at , i can't see more, and before i can move, that relentless machine of a gurkha is smiling beatifically and handing over a cup of steaming hot chocolate, My friend never notices, takes the standard army issue mug and keeps staring, and sips.
The smell drifts over and my stomach rumbles, so i finally wriggle out of my tent ,Curious.
And do a repeat performance. steaming thick hot chocolate and eyes on the horizon, Dawn is breaking ,we are on the shores of a lake.. and the hills surroundings us are ablaze, like King solomon's Court. Literally ablaze with light, all colors, all hues... as is the lake.
two swans lit up like the rainbow, 20 meters away. regarding this intrusion with disdain.Looking at all of US, yet there is no fear, just overwhelming curiosity... and something more.
the performance repeats for every kid on the march.
ANd then the words come, spoken softly, ever so softly, with infinite tenderness.. "welcome to Shangrila, Children"
i snap my head back to our guide, but he stands there mute. To this day, Noone knows who spoke. To say the swans did would be ridiculous, Maybe the mountains were playing tricks.
The words go on..almost like a soft caress, and i stop looking for the source, maybe it's better that way.You will always be welcome,but beware of this, You cannot bring evil here, either inside you or with you.
From that day, My coldest fear has always been that i will not be able to find that valley plain again. So me and my brothers of the dawn fight, and die. And every night , Every waking.. the words walk with us.. Let not evil into you.
Almost religious, but every faith was represented that day, so faith has become irrelevant.

Honor Duty Faith.

paradox: intimate thoughts on the intarweb

2007-04-13T16:35:00.000-07:00

A blog is by nature, intimate thoughts... being published for anyone who cares to take a look.
This blog started by accident, As a way to consume the fury that possessed me at the time.
And the reactions, some of them , have only added fuel to fire.
The last two day, i was busy tracking the IRBM that India launched, and the aftermath, when i plant me infront of the computer, that rage is back, Looking at some reactions.
Are we so lost to honor that the guilty threaten the Custodians of the law.
I don't have all the answers, but I will continue doing my duty, and writing. I had a clear directive to shutdown this Blog, but let's have some fun

Storm

betrayal and Honor: belief and loss

2007-04-07T19:20:00.000-07:00

Part of the reason this blog started is because i have failed in my sworn oath to defend those who gave me their trust.
I take this seriously because I gave my word, and i failed to see the treachery coming..
Call it what you will, A man who trusted me to look out for him is hurt, career in ruins, Assets frozen.
My cross to bear. I tried to stop it, Once i realized what kind of weasels had their grubby hands on his name.
Too little, too late. But i will not be too late to do my duty.
You feel smug at the moment, But know this; Men like me are what's holding back the tide of lies and deceit,Of Empire. and we are losing, drop by little drop of blood, little cut here, a small nick there, honor is dying.
We are who we are ,But at least i can look in the mirror each morning and know I am doing the best i can. I failed here,I will fail again, no doubt. But i won't ever have doubts about trying hard enough.

We all choose our world, and you and me live worlds apart.
Have fun in your world.

Storm

April 7, 2007 7:14 PM

World war three: and the power of three

2007-04-07T17:17:00.000-07:00

George W bush may be preparing for war. ah heck, the entire world knows he is, so i will not hold back
All your Elite troops are in enemy territory. In territory that has been nuclear Since Pakistan has been Nuclear. remember that " ally". Remember the pardon that your allies gave to the Chief Nuclear warhead Exporter. Iran is and has been nuclear for sometime, You know, and all Intel chiefs know.
one button pressed, and that army you are proud of won't exist. All the Iraqis and Iranians lose is desert sands.
yet you play the charade out: America is no more capable of attacking Iran and surviving than i am of surviving in vacuum.
For once in your misbegotten life, Mr Bush, BE a man, Admit you screwed up.. and America is no longer a superpower.
Didn't read your history lessons, Mr Bush. the second front has brought down many a general, in this case, it brings down pax americana
good for the world, bad for you. In a decade, they will be calling you names noone in polite company tolerates today.

Storm is waiting for the coming storm

Guantanamo vs Bleating british Soldiers

2007-04-07T17:00:00.000-07:00

America is holding more than one non combatant in guantanamo. without trial , Without mercy.

400 plus at last count. It's gotten so bad America's own warriors are refusing to serve in that hell.
A lot of American bullshit stems from the strength of the armies. Listen to the soldiers, they are felling tired of being hired thugs . Warriors, remember them? America's best warriors, used as thugs.
Any army has warriors, but the infamous " we were just following orders " is wearing thin.
Keep using them , and one day only thugs will be left. A good warrior will eat his own bullet before disobeying his commander, but someone needs to remind the American Soldier:
Honor Duty Faith.
Honor come first, if you obey orders that are dishonorable , You drop from warrior to thug.
faith in commanders ? only applies to warriors, not thugs

Storm

the unshed tears on Concorde

2007-04-07T16:46:00.000-07:00

like the A380. awesome machine. Read american press and " economic failure " floats up.
Real Truth?
America Killed the concorde. By banning supersonic flight on it's territory. Boeing was shameless enough to RECONSIDER the SST when the concorde got binned.
That Bird had the best flying record in history.. It was damaged by an american built plane that left debris behind.
So stop the Bullshit. i will not ask again.. I will start posting the publicly available documents about how bad the americans are at building anything.. taken a look at your cars lately?
DaimlerChrysler is deperate to get that albatross around its neck called Chrysler off the books.
what makes you think the planes are any better. American aviation has the worst safety record in history, surprisingly, even the russians beat american planes on this score.
Score one for the Rational people and score half a dozen for american Bullshit

Storm

The airbus A380: One lovely machine

2007-04-07T16:34:00.000-07:00

I love it. half as quiet as a 747, 33 percent bigger.. sleek, yet not hunchbacked like the 747.

So I was surprised to see all of the Blithering american press go after it like a pack of Rabid Dogs.It's a machine for chrissakes. An A380 is not going to mount an invasion of the pretty little country Your egos built.. correction, the immigrants built.
what is with over inflated american egos.. I meet them all the time, the humble down to earth american is a vanishing personality, though some Exist, even in this rabid world.

But watch american reporters and news. It's " bloated" "fat" "ungainly". all that's heading the way of the A 380. Noone will mention it's the largest civilian aircraft ever built.. Noone will mention
How really superior it is to the previous generation hunchback of america.

Stick Around and Watch

Storm

The coming Storm.. and the coming of storm

2007-04-07T16:30:00.000-07:00

Need to go Visible. never felt the need before.

This Blog is about what One blog can do, when populated with unpopular truth.

Several truths combined into one moment of clarity, and Suddenly, speaking out became a priority.