Invasion: Alaska

“Did you say something, Captain?”

“Please, no—”

There was a stab of pain in his shoulder. Han blinked rapidly. They had injected him. They had just done it.

“Captain, you must concentrate. The first target is coming into range. Captain! Can you hear me?”

Han blinked rapidly. They had injected him. They were modifying his behavior through drugs. How dare they do that to him. He was the best remote controller in China. Didn’t they understand what that meant?

“What’s wrong with him?” a tech asked.

“Captain Han!”

“I see it,” Han whispered. There was a cooling sensation in his mind. He was calmer. “Energizing now,” he said, twitching his gloves.

The massive King of Heaven missile had a nuclear power-plant embedded in it. It was to provide the energy for the missile’s long-range pulse-laser. The laser would need the strength and range in order to destroy the American GPS satellites high in geosynchronous orbit. The King of Heaven would need the nuclear power to destroy other American satellites afterward.

“Engaging laser,” said Han, who began to target the first GPS satellite.

VANDENBERG BASE, CALIFORNIA

Klaxons wailed as the base’s silos began opening like flowers. Moments later, the first ASBM missiles began to emerge for liftoff. They were the TX Mod-3. The “T” stood for Triton, the “X” was for Experimental. “Mod-3” meant this was the third major modification of the Triton missile type.

The base’s commander watched from his bunker. He knew the President was dubious about this. The GPS satellites and other recon satellites were gone, swept away by the Chinese sneak attack. The Joint Chiefs had probably told the President the ASBMs wouldn’t be any good without real-time information.

At least our ABM lasers killed those Chinese laser-firing missiles, but not before they destroyed our most critical space assets.

The base commander grinned tightly. The Chinese hadn’t counted on the Mod-3 Triton. The Mod-3 was linked to over-the-horizon radar stations, and even now, the Navy was launching UAVs. The missiles would use data gained from those high-flying drones.

The thirty-three thousand pound missiles were ready. Each was thirty-five feet long. The engine was solid fueled. Its operational range was nineteen hundred miles, approximately three thousand kilometers. It was more than enough to hit the Chinese Fleet threatening to enter the Gulf of Alaska.

“Sir?” asked a major.

“Launch them,” whispered the base commander. “It’s payback time.”

Thirty seconds later, the ground shook as the first Triton ASBM roared into life, causing a great billowing cloud to engulf its launch pad.

The Tritons roared for the heavens. The initial boost phase lasted three point one-five minutes. The heavy rockets put the missiles into sub-orbital space flight. None of the missiles were intended to complete an orbital revolution around the Earth. Each missile’s flight path used a trajectory that went up and down in a relatively simple curve, well before it had a chance to orbit around the Earth like a recon satellite.

These were ship-killing missiles—essentially, they were ICBMs without nuclear warheads. The Tritons would use a conventional warhead and kinetic energy to destroy its targets. At the time of impact, each missile would be traveling at Mach 10.

The individual Tritons received telemetry information and made course corrections. They were beginning the mid-course phase of their flight. Triton missiles were MIRVed. They each carried multiple warheads with individual targeting abilities. Each Triton also used MaRVs, maneuverable reentry vehicles. Before those final maneuvers took place, the ASBMs would launch metallic-coated balloons. The balloons would carry the same thermal readings as the warheads and would hopefully fool Chinese targeting. Each Triton would also launch a full-scale warhead decoy to further frustrate Chinese radar.

PRCN SUNG

The pride of the Chinese Navy was the supercarrier Sung. It was a massive ship, displacing one hundred and eight thousand tons. Its air wing of ninety modern fighters, bombers, tankers and electronic warfare planes gave it great offensive power. There were seven other supercarriers in the invasion fleet. Each had its escort of cruisers, destroyers, supply-ships, submarines, helicopter-tenders and other vessels.

The fleet was spread out across this tiny portion of the Pacific Ocean as it neared the tip of the Aleutian Islands. It was a grand armada of a type not seen since World War Two. Fighters flew Combat Air Patrol—CAP. Farther behind, and much higher in the atmosphere, giant Type Nine COIL planes flew CAP. Those lumbering monsters had one task: shoot down incoming enemy ballistic missiles. They protected the Navy fighting ships and the vast number of cargo vessels carrying nine brigades of Chinese naval infantry, a regiment of Army T-66 tri- turreted tanks, and fuel, food and munitions for the coming fight.

Admiral Niu Ling commanded the armada from the Sung. The giant supercarrier moved like a serene beast through the gray waters. Admiral Ling was old, and looked older. He was missing his left arm, while the left side of his face never moved. He’d been in an aircraft accident fifteen years ago, when a two- seater had landed badly on a flight deck. Fortunately, his one good eye shone darkly. Ling was a gruff old man, wearing his injuries like armor. How could anyone hurt him more than he’d already hurt himself?

“Admiral,” an officer said. “The Americans have launched their ASBMs at the fleet.”

The old man grunted.

“If you’ll come over here, sir,” the officer said, escorting the admiral to a com-board.

Admiral Ling studied the board before he snapped off an order, “Alert the cruiser and destroyer captains. Then engage the joint Ballistic Missile Defense System. Let us see who is superior: the fallen Americans or us.”

The fleet’s cruisers and destroyers rushed into defensive mode as horns wailed on the many ships. The computer systems were integrated, run from the mighty AI Kingmaker in the Sung. The fleet had practiced seven dry runs throughout the many days of the supposed naval exercise for just this eventuality.

The sky was overcast as the first defensive MIR-616 Standard Missile 4 blasted off from the Chinese cruiser Eastern Thunder.

The SM-4 was six point five-five meters long. It had a wingspan of one point seven-five meters and an operational range of five hundred kilometers. Its flight ceiling was one hundred and sixty kilometers—approximately one hundred miles.

The AI Kingmaker on the Sung used Chinese GPS satellites and INS semi-active radar to track the approaching missiles. It used that information to integrate its anti-missile defense.

On other cruisers and destroyers, SM-4 missiles began their first stage liftoff. Each used a solid-fuel Aerojet booster.

From the bridge of his supercarrier, Admiral Ling watched in admiration as a great flock of anti-missiles sped into the gray sky.

The Chinese Fleet now took emergency maneuvers as the warships made erratic course changes. At the same time, the SM-4s roared out of human eyesight. The AI Kingmaker kept track of them, however, as it kept feeding them information.

As the first stage rocket fell away, the second stage dual thrust rocket motor took over. More GPS data poured into the missiles as they rapidly climbed out of the atmosphere and into space. The third stage MK 136 solid-fueled rocket motor used pulse power until the last thirty seconds of interception.

It was an information and electronic war now as the SM-4s sought to destroy the carrier-killing Tritons.

Computers decisions were made in nanoseconds. On a SM-4, the third stage separated. The Lightweight Exo-Atmospheric Projectile sent the kinetic warhead at its chosen target. Chinese sensors on the kinetic warhead attempted to identify the most lethal part of the target and steered for it.

The seconds ticked by, and the kinetic warhead impacted against one of the Triton’s warheads. The SM-4 hit and provided one hundred and thirty megajoules of kinetic energy to the American object, destroying the first warhead of the battle.