A Tankless Task

When a military force is building up across The way and you’re awakening your peaceful people, it is time for subterfuge. One great canard is The Clown Show and The Terribly secret real black op. So it is when Kyoto & Mendocino find Themselves under The gun. Real guns.

“Tanks? Tanks?! Are you shitting me?” cried a heavily-strained Combat General, Robert Goodman of The Trumbull family.

“Yes, 25 of assorted capabilities.” Mother said in her soothing, husky motherly voice. It was not soothing to Bob. Bob imagined The same kind of voice cheerily announcing The approach of mile-high waves on Earth.

Tanks can be bad. Very bad. If used right. Unfortunately, These are not massive Cold War behemoths, but light robots with explosive shells & Catapults. Nimble, in City and Forest, They are bad. “We will need to attack The tanks with Drones.” throwing Parrots at a Dragon combat.

Bob knew the answer, but had to ask anyway. “Mother, you can’t make tanks for us, right?” Mother said, “No. I am under concordat oath to only humanely use lethal force on individuals with cause. I cannot make weapons you can use indiscriminately. Also, ArchAngel might notice.”

“Mother, if we can’t have tanks, Why does Zeke get to have tanks?” Mother said, “Because ArchAngel does not have those restraints and Gilead is next door to Detroit”. Bob knew that. War is supposed to be dangerous. Tanks just made their war deadly.

I wish we could use our Knives for this. The Ginzu Knives were a small group of experienced fighters Kyoto will use for Special Ops. But They will spend most of Their time in The terribly secret, real black ops” portion of The dual-pronged campaign being led by Nicholas Walk-like-The-Wind. Bob Goodman, retired Navy SEAL and the fighting General, got to run The Dog showM. No knives for Bob

“A civilian Force”, Bob reminded himself. Neighbors & friends who will be fighting for Their lives to stave off a Fanatic Religious Army’s Tanks. If Nathaniel Greene could defeat Lord Cornwallis, it is on Bob to defeat The likes of Zeke Salvation, right now cranking out conscripts for The glory of The Lord.

“We work with what we got. My Kyoto guys, some Cherokee bad-asses, and Ewoks.”, Bob said. “How well do you think ArchAngel knows Kyoto’s layout?”, Bob asked. “ArchAngel has to know the underground forts, but I do not think Zeke Salvation is interested in those. His target is my home.” Mother said. “Yeah. I was kind of hoping they’d go for those hard targets. All keeping Salvation from you are some park benches. How about Mendocino?”

“They know it has a forest.”, Mother said un-helpfully. “Everybody knows Mendocino has a forest! What is your assessment of Zeke Salvation’s ability to fight in Mendocino?”, Bob asked, his pulse quickening. “Zeke Salvation built and trained in a flat desert setting.”, Mother said.” Bob smiled.

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When a military force is building up across The way and you’re awakening your peaceful people, it is time for subterfuge. One great canard is The Clown Show and The Terribly secret real black op. So it is when Kyoto & Mendocino find Themselves under The gun. Real guns.

“Tanks? Tanks?! Are you shitting me?” cried a heavily-strained Combat General, Bob Goodman of The Trumbull family.

“Yes, 25 of assorted capabilities.” Mother said in her soothing, husky motherly voice. It was not soothing to Bob. Bob imagined The same kind of voice cheerily announcing The approach of mile-high waves on Earth.

Tanks can be bad. Very bad. If used right. Unfortunately, These are not massive Cold War behemoths, but light robots with explosive shells & Catapults. wether in a City or Forest, They are bad. “We will need to attack The tanks with Drones.” Paper, Rock & Scissor combat.

Bob knew the answer, but had to ask. “Mother, you can’t make tanks for us, right?” Mother said, “No. I am under Constitutional oath to only humanely use lethal force on individuals with cause. I cannot make weapons you can use indiscriminately.”

“Mother, if we can’t have tanks, Why does Zeke get to have tanks?” Mother said, “Because ArchAngel does not have those restraints and Gilead is next door to Detroit”. Bob knew that.

Bob mused, “Zeke is using Tanks for a deep penetration raid. If Kyoto doesn’t resist, Zeke has no reason to destroy Kyoto- No, he’s invading HomePlex and Kyoto is the enemy. He absolutely will destroy Kyoto, then, for good measure, run over the park benches and Trumbull’s statue just to make a point, then, stroll down the road to Lake Geneva-“.”

Mother said, “That could buy you time.”

“For what?”, Bob snapped back, then apologized. “Sorry, doom makes me grumpy. Kyoto will be our last stand.”

Mother said, “We’re not doomed yet.”

I wish we could use our Knives for this. The Ginzu Knives were a small group of experienced fighters Kyoto will use for Special Ops. But They will spend most of Their time in The terribly secret, real black ops” portion of The dual-pronged campaign being led by Nicholas Walk-like-The-Wind. Bob Goodman, retired Navy SEAL and the fighting General, got to run The Dog showM. No knives for Bob, only dogs

“Civilian Force”, Bob reminded himself. Neighbors & friends who will be fighting for Their lives to stave off a Fanatic Religious Army’s Tanks. If Nathaniel Greene could defeat Lord Cornwallis, it is on Bob to defeat The likes of Zeke Salvation, right now cranking out conscripts for The glory of The Lord.

“We work with what we got. My Kyoto guys, some Cherokee bad-asses, and Ewoks.”, Bob said. “How well do you think ArchAngel knows Kyoto’s layout?”, Bob asked. “ArchAngel has to know the underground forts, but I do not think Zeke Salvation is interested in those. His target is my home.” Mother said. “Yeah. I was kind of hoping they’d go for those hard targets. All keeping Salvation from you are some park benches. How about Mendocino?”

“They know it has a forest.”, Mother said un-helpfully. “Everybody knows Mendocino has a forest! What is your assessment of Zeke Salvation’s ability to fight in Mendocino?”, Bob asked, his pulse quickening. “Zeke Paradise built and trained in a flat desert setting.”, Mother said.” Bob smiled.

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