The majestic city of Dubai overlooked the Persian Gulf, one of the most wealthy cities of the now Arabian Empire, made all the more wealthy as a result of this new world power coming into existence. The empress had done her own share of renovations to this city, putting her personal touch of splendor across the lands after many social and economic reforms took place as a result of the overthrow of the previous Saudi Arabia ruler and the forceful takeover of the surrounding lands who were caught behind the changing tides of this new world. She had shown them the error of their ways, just as she'd see to these...invaders. She was fit to rule in a world where men were quickly becoming an endangered species. More fit then any other. Her mighty empire would not fall. Not a single city, and certainly not Dubai.
An explosion burst from the wall of one of it's skyscraper, sending shattered glass raining down on the streets below. This was followed by another, and another, until dozens of buildings, roads, trees, houses, and all were meeting a similar fate. A flock of birds desperately fluttered away from a powerline, only to be obliterated as missile struck nearby, setting nearly everything around it ablaze. Under the heavy bombardment some of the more heavily damaged buildings began collapsing into a fiery mess of metal and smoke as missiles began to descend on the city from seemingly every location. A deafening roar sounded from various vehicles stationed within the chaos, countering the damage with a wave of missiles in return; the smoke from all of the launches temporarily concealing much of the ground level from view that was not already covered by flames and black smoke. The massive quantity of ships in the surrounding water rocked like little toy boats in a bathtub as the attacks hit, but still they pressed forward, undaunted. Foolish outsiders. Underestimating the power that an Arabian Empire might bring? It was true that their surrounding navy was sinking into the gulf beneath bellows of fire, but that was only to be expected. Their navy couldn't stand against the combined might of the United States, Australia, and other allies in the area. At least not the fleet they had guarding this city.
The heavy weaponry on the USS Alexis, named after the first female president of the United States, quieted down as it burst the final holes into the last defending Empire ship, sending the occupants to abandon ship or sleep with the fishes. Within the bridge stood a woman in a sharp white uniform, her posture perfectly straight as she surveyed the battle at hand. All was going smoothly as far as the navel combat and subsequent bombarding of the city, but things were going almost too easy for what was supposed to be a massive battle. Still, they couldn't be overly cautious and pass up the invasion straight into the heart of the Arabian Empire, bringing it down before it got overly powerful and destroyed their only surviving ally in the area, Israel.
"Ma'am, we've cleared the way to the beaches," a woman said as she walked in, giving her a firm salute. Only one man could be seen on the bridge, working quickly with a computer monitor. On some...no, many ships, there wasn't a single man to be found anymore. Not so close to the front lines. There were simply too few of them to risk in such a dangerous occupation.
"Good," Admiral Rebecca Henderson replied with a nod, her short brown hair shifting slightly across her forehead. "Proceed with deployment on all sides of the city. Secure it and this battle will be as good as ours."
"Yes ma'am!"
Amphibious vessels began rolling out of the water up onto the shores, braving machinegun fire and rockets from the defensive positions that managed to withstand the missile attacks. Some of the ships exploded before they could make land, spilling out screaming soldiers that had been set ablaze into the surrounding water. However, for every one that was destroyed many more managed to achieve their goal. Their doors opened, unleashing a swarm of allied troops screaming and firing into the enemy soldiers who stood in their way. Although the allies had vastly superior numbers on their side there was heavy resistance, sending waves of soldiers hitting the sand as they became riddled with bullets. More and more bodies began to pile up but they began to make progress in pushing back the enemy, slowly but certainly encircling Dubai from the beaches on all side of it.
Meanwhile, a smaller vessel near the back of the invading fleet gently sailed along behind the others, safely out of range of the missiles that they saw flashing off in the distance, each flash probably leading to the destruction of yet another ship. Seinna Avery, one of the women from New Zealand, had her face practically glued to the viewing port to try and get a glimpse of what was happening to her fellow soldiers. It must have been a mess out there. And here it was so peaceful way back here. Of course they had to play it safe because there was a male onboard, who was actually in the same room as her. Most had been with him long enough on their journey through the pacific to stop gawking at him and could now focus on the task at hand. Some prayed, some sat silently trying to hold it together, whiles others tried to nervously insert some humor to lighten the mood. The messy brown haired women was mostly keeping to herself for now. She wasn't shy, she just didn't know exactly how to behave at the moment. This was her first battle, should her ship end up taking part in it. She felt confident with her guns as long as she could shoot more bullets at her enemies then they could shoot at her, but things could get a little dicey out there and who knows what could happen. At last she pried her face off of the window, leaving a noticeably smudge on it. She then placed her back against the wall, letting out a sigh that had a slight tinge of nervousness revealed through it.
"Please don't let me die here," she thought to herself. Even if the world was ending soon, she at least wanted to last to the end.
An explosion burst from the wall of one of it's skyscraper, sending shattered glass raining down on the streets below. This was followed by another, and another, until dozens of buildings, roads, trees, houses, and all were meeting a similar fate. A flock of birds desperately fluttered away from a powerline, only to be obliterated as missile struck nearby, setting nearly everything around it ablaze. Under the heavy bombardment some of the more heavily damaged buildings began collapsing into a fiery mess of metal and smoke as missiles began to descend on the city from seemingly every location. A deafening roar sounded from various vehicles stationed within the chaos, countering the damage with a wave of missiles in return; the smoke from all of the launches temporarily concealing much of the ground level from view that was not already covered by flames and black smoke. The massive quantity of ships in the surrounding water rocked like little toy boats in a bathtub as the attacks hit, but still they pressed forward, undaunted. Foolish outsiders. Underestimating the power that an Arabian Empire might bring? It was true that their surrounding navy was sinking into the gulf beneath bellows of fire, but that was only to be expected. Their navy couldn't stand against the combined might of the United States, Australia, and other allies in the area. At least not the fleet they had guarding this city.
The heavy weaponry on the USS Alexis, named after the first female president of the United States, quieted down as it burst the final holes into the last defending Empire ship, sending the occupants to abandon ship or sleep with the fishes. Within the bridge stood a woman in a sharp white uniform, her posture perfectly straight as she surveyed the battle at hand. All was going smoothly as far as the navel combat and subsequent bombarding of the city, but things were going almost too easy for what was supposed to be a massive battle. Still, they couldn't be overly cautious and pass up the invasion straight into the heart of the Arabian Empire, bringing it down before it got overly powerful and destroyed their only surviving ally in the area, Israel.
"Ma'am, we've cleared the way to the beaches," a woman said as she walked in, giving her a firm salute. Only one man could be seen on the bridge, working quickly with a computer monitor. On some...no, many ships, there wasn't a single man to be found anymore. Not so close to the front lines. There were simply too few of them to risk in such a dangerous occupation.
"Good," Admiral Rebecca Henderson replied with a nod, her short brown hair shifting slightly across her forehead. "Proceed with deployment on all sides of the city. Secure it and this battle will be as good as ours."
"Yes ma'am!"
Amphibious vessels began rolling out of the water up onto the shores, braving machinegun fire and rockets from the defensive positions that managed to withstand the missile attacks. Some of the ships exploded before they could make land, spilling out screaming soldiers that had been set ablaze into the surrounding water. However, for every one that was destroyed many more managed to achieve their goal. Their doors opened, unleashing a swarm of allied troops screaming and firing into the enemy soldiers who stood in their way. Although the allies had vastly superior numbers on their side there was heavy resistance, sending waves of soldiers hitting the sand as they became riddled with bullets. More and more bodies began to pile up but they began to make progress in pushing back the enemy, slowly but certainly encircling Dubai from the beaches on all side of it.
Meanwhile, a smaller vessel near the back of the invading fleet gently sailed along behind the others, safely out of range of the missiles that they saw flashing off in the distance, each flash probably leading to the destruction of yet another ship. Seinna Avery, one of the women from New Zealand, had her face practically glued to the viewing port to try and get a glimpse of what was happening to her fellow soldiers. It must have been a mess out there. And here it was so peaceful way back here. Of course they had to play it safe because there was a male onboard, who was actually in the same room as her. Most had been with him long enough on their journey through the pacific to stop gawking at him and could now focus on the task at hand. Some prayed, some sat silently trying to hold it together, whiles others tried to nervously insert some humor to lighten the mood. The messy brown haired women was mostly keeping to herself for now. She wasn't shy, she just didn't know exactly how to behave at the moment. This was her first battle, should her ship end up taking part in it. She felt confident with her guns as long as she could shoot more bullets at her enemies then they could shoot at her, but things could get a little dicey out there and who knows what could happen. At last she pried her face off of the window, leaving a noticeably smudge on it. She then placed her back against the wall, letting out a sigh that had a slight tinge of nervousness revealed through it.
"Please don't let me die here," she thought to herself. Even if the world was ending soon, she at least wanted to last to the end.
