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Post by shaanzu on Jan 31, 2006 16:56:54 GMT
I can give you a Martian's eye view if youre interested ( he's sort of martian, immune to any diseases of earth) please PM me if you're interested
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Post by deadsword on Mar 31, 2006 6:30:01 GMT
Yah that is a good question. I only discovered this other day. I would like to hear more of what happened during this invasion over in other nations like the usa here.
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Post by wotwfan48 on Apr 14, 2006 20:23:14 GMT
NervousPete. Where are you, I saw your work, on upcomming epic, Now here. At that time I thought you had a good story there. And then after that, nothing. War of the worlds is not over and you know it, being on this site. So I just wanted to say that I like your work very much. And I wish, that even if there is no post on it anymore, that you did'nt stop the work. chantale. .
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Post by nervouspete on Apr 26, 2006 23:22:48 GMT
Sorry this has been dead awhile. I'll try and kickstart it again. Being a bit busy lately you see, and I forgot you all warmed to it so much - so by popular demand here's some more. And yet more to come! And thanks Chantale! And Shaanzu, cheers for the offer but this is a human history, and the martians are too churlish to contribute! (Though several of them can be seen as talking heads on 'Hey! Hey! Remember the 'noughties?' nostalgia clips show currently on post-war Channel Four ) EASTERN EUROPE & MILITARY SURVIVORSThe divisions sent in against the tripods on the first day did so with very little intelligence. Almost without exception they were hastily scrambled and sent into the general vicinity of tripod activity, with next to no real knowledge as to the capabilities of the invading force. Pins were stuck in maps and divisions were sent to vague, shaded expanses on maps, ordered to ‘engage all hostiles’. In the history of the human race, no contingency plan has ever existed to meet an entirely unknown threat of terrifying power, one that without warning emerges in the heart of one’s country. The survivors were the units with the worst intelligence and the greatest luck. Sent to forests, hillsides, towns that tripods had swiftly moved through, beams flashing. Many of them had the fortune to see a distant action, or hear the chilling words ‘no effect’ crackling over their radios before the static. In this way many abandoned their vehicles and put their survival training to good use, hiding from the marauding tripods. Curiously the aliens seemed careless about abandoned military vehicles. Even ones brazenly left in the open on roadsides, were passed over as the tripods focused on more active targets. Half of the meagre ten to twenty percent of the surviving material at the end of the war came not from hardened shelters camouflaged even from the invaders, but from ditched neglected vehicles. Their more fortunate crews would return later, when the first symptoms of the ‘divine sickness’ overtook the aliens. Edmund Kosel was a captain in the third mechanized division, commanding a Patria AMV at the lake of Jezioro Slepe in Western Poland. Part of an amphibious training unit, he received orders to head south west in the direction of the small town of Legbad to engage a ‘hostile alien force of unknown composition’. As the column of ten armoured transports and five battle tanks rolled along the narrow forest roads, Kosel’s engine began to malfunction. Three miles from Legbad his AMV failed twenty yards within the tree line. Requesting instruction the commander of the force ordered Kosel to keep his AMV under cover, to fix the engine and then employ it as a reserve unit should the need arise. “I had three crew and ten soldiers under my command, a full complement. I sent two of my crew outside to work on the engine, and set my men up as a tight perimeter. Well, in theory anyway, the tight perimeter gradually shifted into a line of men laying flat on their stomachs, gazing out towards Legbad. We saw our comrades moving up the road and then spreading out into a strung out line across the fields surrounding the Legbad suburbs. Then we saw the enemy appear over the distant western forest, two machines striding towards the town.” It becomes impossible to accurately decide the departure and arrival of these tripods, probably they arose in the annihilated Bytow and were headed towards Tuchola. The precise movements of the invaders becomes academic, with just under five hundred tripods in Eastern Europe their paths show like the tracks of six mile wide tornados in the satellite photos. Such conjecture was far from the mind of Kosel and his men as they saw the tripods loom over Legbad. “My driver said to me, “they must have a firing solution by now,” and for some reason I thought he was talking about the tripods. I’d forgotten entirely about our comrades. I could only stare at these giant insect like machines striding over the trees towards us. Then a ragged roar from the unit ahead of us as the five tanks opened up, aided by heavy machine gun fire from the armoured cars. I heard the bolt notch back on our light 33mm cannon but I grabbed the gunner’s arm before he opened fire. I knew the moment I saw them that our fire would be useless…” For one in every three hundred and twenty seconds a tripod’s shield snaps off. At that moment the tripod is vulnerable, but it requires a shell already on the way to take advantage of such a snapshot of vulnerability. The average engagement time of a division lasts no more than between three and eight minutes. The chance of a successful hit is almost zero. The fire of Kosel’s comrades was wasted. “A green-grey flash and two tanks and a building were thrown up into the air and wrenched apart. Then we saw the beams of light lancing out from the sides of the tripods, flipping over their vehicles and disintegrating those who had dismounted to fight on foot. The tripods then fired a shot into the distant sky, razed a few houses for no apparent reason and rolled off a mile west of us. I don’t know if they spotted us and decided we weren’t worth bothering with or not. In our Patria we had a week’s ration of food. We abandoned the vehicle and went back into the forest, found a cabin and invited ourselves in. They weren’t happy to see us, but we had guns and so we stayed. They didn’t believe us until another tripod passed a mile distant the following day, ignoring us again but visible from the kitchen window.” Kosel and his thirteen men survived the war. No charges were ever pressed on the matter of desertion in any country, excepting regarding the actions taking place during the ‘divine sickness’, during ‘the cleansing’. Armed resistance in Eastern Europe and the Ukraine lasted until nightfall, and the midnight glow from the burning cities was enough to read by across the land. At the same time as Kosel’s unit were receiving their orders, a special emergency session at the NATO headquarters in Geneva was convened. An hour later Eastern Germany, Austria, the Czech Republic, the Balkans, Finland and Sweden were attacked. The invasion was already underway in Turkey, Iran, Afghanistan, Western Kazakhstan and the neighbouring countries. Further East in Pakistan, India and Siberia the situation was still at peace, though their hearts of power were beating faster at the first messages and reports coming through. Six hours later those countries, along with Africa, Asia and Australia, would be witnessing the birth of such waking nightmares. The invasion was spreading… That afternoon Warsaw, Krakow and Katowice were razed with the loss of four million lives. Black smoke was employed, rolling through the streets and choking those who had taken refuge in basements and subways. Great pillars of poisonous vapour mingled with the columns of smoke and high resolution orbital photographs passed between powerless, shaking hands in the governments of the developed world. Lucjan Rymut was one of only one hundred and eighty thousand survivors in the city of Krakow – out of a population of one and half million. “I never even saw a tripod when they attacked. I was working on my designs at a small advertising agency, in a three story building on a hillside overlooking a valley suburb of Krakow. I saw an inky cloud pushing through the mouth of the valley. It moved a little faster than a human could run, and though I could see distant figures sprint clear… sometimes for a hundred yards or so, it would catch them and they’d disappear in the smoke. I wondered if I was high up enough, being near the top of the hillside slope. The cloud sped down the streets below me and clawed up the side of the valley. I heard screams outside and ran to find the loft. There was a strange quality of light, sort of a soft twilight. I pulled down the ladder to the loft, grabbed some food and drink from the fridge and ran up inside. An office temp called Dotora followed me up – I’m ashamed to say I’d forgotten about her, though she worked in the room adjacent. We hid there three days. When the tripods came they fired a steam jet onto the smoke, which smote at the windows and cracked them. We were careful to make no noise and hid between two banks of filing cabinets. This way we survived. When we went downstairs to get more water and food the following day, we saw everything had been covered in a fine black dust, and there were bodies everywhere. We took what we needed and went back to the loft. I don’t think there were any other survivors in that entire street.” The tripods had little interest in preserving cities, instead preferring to force humanity into the exposed countryside, and to farm the fertile strips along the rivers for their thirsty red weed. Either they employed their ‘conventional’ weaponry in the towns, or in the cities they used their smoke. The odd village, town and even small city they passed over in the first days, probably saving them as convenient ‘breadbaskets’. It was a darkly similar tale up and down Eastern Europe, but as the leaders and men of power in the more affluent Western nations, in Japan and the rising power of China looked at their reports... few of them could quite bring themselves to believe that the impossible nightmare could visit them. It was so much like a science fiction film to them, and those who would survive, they could do little more than watch. Next issue: NATO meets in Geneva, the nuclear option, the tripod pathfinders…
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Post by wotwfan48 on Apr 27, 2006 3:37:06 GMT
thank you Nervouspete, this is very good, happy to see you back. cheers. chantale. ;D
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Post by Herulian Martian on Apr 27, 2006 7:05:20 GMT
Did the tripods fire shells and missiles filled with black smoke or did they merely spray it. Also, I would love to see what a nuclear option would be like...I hope it's effective too.
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Post by Commandingtripod on Apr 27, 2006 7:21:59 GMT
Excellent stuff Nervouspete. ;D
Glad to see this story has been resurrected. Hope to see it to the end. ;D
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Post by Herulian Martian on May 16, 2006 16:16:53 GMT
I hope we will see more and soon!!!
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Post by wotwfan48 on May 16, 2006 23:38:47 GMT
I second that Xuxa The White, anxious myself to see more. We will not forget you Nervouspete. LOL. take your time but not to much cheers. Chantale.
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Post by squid on Jun 3, 2006 22:35:58 GMT
GREAT. Can I use this in my war of the worlds 110th anneversary composition book please?
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Post by nervouspete on Jun 14, 2006 22:57:49 GMT
No problem, Squid! Feel free! This is where it begins to get tricky. I'm trying to make this real as possible but the research required is getting surprisingly tricky. If anyone has any researched/experienced theories on how they think various governments and military branches would react, please PM me as it would make life easier! Also, nothing in these is fixed. If you feel I've contradicted myself or said something that clearly wouldn't happen - even in an alien invasion - please tell me! Especially on the contradiction part - the timescale is getting to be a cruel mistress! I'm trying to keep the character parts down in this also, due to it being too confusing otherwise. So don't run about asking for Kofi Annan unless you feel it's someone I absolutely HAVE to include! Xuxa, I'm going with the shell option for black smoke. It seems more practical and I love Well's imagery for it too much to deviate. This section follows the 'Police Squad' tradition of having a completely different title and theme to the previous 'Coming Up' voice over... (mainly because I remembered that NATO meet in Brussells, not Geneva! D'oh!) THE SLOW AWAKENING - NATO IN BRUSSELLS NATO Headquarters in Brussels was home to twenty six member states, from the super power of the United States to the European Union and satellite nations. In the years preceding 2004 NATO had awarded membership to several Eastern European countries, previously of the very alliance NATO sought to counterbalance; The Warsaw Pact. After the 9/11 attacks NATO even began to consider expanding to include the Ukraine and Russia, among other states, to counter the threat of asymmetric terrorism. The Brussels Headquarters were home to envoys and experts from seeking to gain a window on the alliance, and possibly to open a road to membership. It was a hub of activity encompassing minds well versed in military lore and diplomacy. As the cloud of destruction formed over Eastern Europe, radio messages and video footage began to filter through to the HQ. They were sketchy and incomplete, but terrifying all the same. Two hours after Kiev - and four hours into the invasion - Russia alerted the NATO HQ, the US Strategic Command at Cheyenne Mountain and the three main UN Headquarters at Lisbon, Geneva and New York that a full scale invasion of the Russian homeland was underway, and a warning for all nations to prepare against a threat it was unable to define or adequately explain. An unusually candid communication from Sergei Ivanov contained the seemingly incredible passage, (Sic) “… major invasion of alien war machines of unknown magnitude. All major cities thought under attack. Attack preceded by seismic activity, freak lightning storms and limited EMP. Effectiveness of conventional weaponry poor and military capability downgrading rapidly. All higher chain of command unreachable, presumed dead. Reserve right to use nuclear option, though unsure of number of operation silos – we advise immediate DEFCON TWO and equivalent…” Lieutenant General Thomas L. Baptiste was the man holding the communiqué thirty minutes after delivery. At first he considered the possibility of a hoax by an unusually intent hacker. Security authorisations were checked that refuted this. Then calls were put through to various high command centres in Russia, but none responded. Sole survivor in Baptiste’s department, Switchboard operator Abele Russo recalls, “That was when we all began sweating. For none of them to respond was unheard of, especially considering that we had different systems against software of hardware failure. Baptiste ordered reports from all the eyes and ears on Russia and for us to try every diplomatic and official avenue - from fire stations to police departments and traffic – anybody with a phone basically. We got a few calls through, but the ones that we did manage to contact didn’t have any tripod activity in their area, had no idea anything was even amiss. It was a farce.” What precisely he ordered and when is unknown, as he left the office for his own private room, but it is widely held that via a special channel commanding urgent attention Baptiste ordered an emergency recall of all NATO personnel and for all nations to elevate to the newly acquired NATO standard of DEFCON THREE thirty minutes into the communication attempts. Baptiste then acquired access to the various radar and satellite displays regarding Russia and the Ukraine. These showed large fires and smoke clouds in Russian and the Ukraine over major cities. Data was gleaned for five minutes before this link broke down, due to enemy activity. It is thought that the aliens viewed the machines with curiosity, before deciding upon expending the effort to further hamstring humanity. Following the loss of this link, Baptiste raised the alarm to DEFCON TWO. At this point he also began a joint phone conference with the US defence secretary and China, India’s and Japan’s equivalent. It must be stressed at this point that the scale of the threat was still greatly underestimated, though not an insignificant number of officials had a ‘sixth sense’ of the enormity of the situation. The most famous example remains Gerhard Schroeder, who minutes later, was on his way to his bunker. Soon he would be exhorting via phone link for NATO to move quickly, and already scrambling his own units. Excepting Germany, across the rest of Europe defence officers and government officials began to scramble to action in a confused and contradictory manner. The biggest scale NATO rehearsals usually revolved around the notion of a limited terrorist nuclear strike, or a nuclear meltdown, that could affect multiple countries quickly with large casualties. The notion of hostile Russian activity was considered, perhaps by Chechen terrorists somehow acquiring the ability to launch a small strike from within Russia at NATO hoping to provoke a response, or the ‘Dr Strangelove’ dilemma. This option had never been rehearsed due to concern at the diplomatic implications. Even worse, NATO hadn’t seriously considered any major military threat that wouldn’t involve a period of build up. They can hardly be blamed, for no one sane would have seriously considered the possibility of an alien invasion. And so NATO ponderously awakened itself and with mounting alarm and disbelief, looked to the east. No specific action was taken within the first hours, until Germany began to come under the first stages of attack, due to no one being able to judge the exact threat or response. It did not help matters that the communiqué from Ivanov was the last message received from him, all communications with his bunker having been lost along with the satellite coverage of Russia and the Ukraine forty minutes after his broadcast. The first true spur to international action would come with the transmissions of the tripod ‘pathfinders’, preparing to race through Europe on what seemed to be a headlong first hand intelligence gathering spree unheard of in the history of warfare.
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Post by deadsword on Jun 15, 2006 5:43:58 GMT
Pete looks good so far. Looking forward to the next chapter.
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Post by Commandingtripod on Jun 15, 2006 6:42:09 GMT
Nice stuff. It was good before and now it just keeps getting better. Can't wait for more.
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Post by Tripod on Jun 16, 2006 8:44:27 GMT
For my Fanfic, which I've been working on for nearly a year now, I'v written a small piece about The Netherlands. It might be interesting for you to include.
''The invasion of the Netherlands however is rather peculiar the southern-parts were host to more than ten machines while the north hosted none at all. This might be explained by the fact that the north-western-provinces are actually below sea level. And at the time the machines were ‘planted’ these parts of the Netherlands belonged to the North Sea. The ‘planting’ of their war machines or Tripods, like their usually called, took place some millions of years ago according to popular believe. The origin of the Invaders themselves remains unsolved however most of the theories state they most likely would be extra-terrestrials.''
I hope you like it!
Tripod
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Post by deadsword on Jun 18, 2006 9:09:46 GMT
I like this thread. I want to make one similar that is from my view point on the usa west coast or basically North America. I have alot of ideas on this just that i am not really good with writing a book or a chapter but maybe I will try. Maybe I could name the first chapter "The Attack on Los Angeles, San Fransisco, Seattle and Portland".
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Post by wotwfan48 on Jun 20, 2006 4:09:59 GMT
nervouspete, marvelous, (sorry for the spelling),like it a lot, i can see the whole picture, well done. Chantale.
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Post by wotwfan48 on Jun 20, 2006 4:16:19 GMT
Tripod: your idea for Netherland, is great. Chantale
And deadsword, if you really want it, it will hapened, I would like to see some of your ideas. Chantale.
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Post by nervouspete on Jun 28, 2006 23:44:45 GMT
A VISION OF THINGS TO COME - PATHFINDER TRIPOD ALERTS NATO The first broadcast footage of the invasion originated in West Germany via satellite link up via Eutelsat. This link was bounced to London for a total of nine minutes before all commercial and public communication channels were lost in Europe. The footage was aired as breaking news via the BBC and ITV’s stations. Sky News and CNN had no access to the feed at this point, and were not able to acquire the source before the entire network went down over Europe. The same storms and lightning that knocked out electrical systems on the ground blazed with even greater intensity into space. It has been theorised that the storm was primarily to knock out satellite coverage and so rob the military of a luxury it had been afforded for the past forty years. The disruption to solenoids and circuitry has been judged to be a by-product of this, though many still maintain that the intention of hamstringing man’s capacity of movement was a primary factor. Others claim that both results were a side-effect of the ‘lightning delivery’ of the tripod pilot capsules. Whatever the affect, increasing numbers of satellites were blanking over Europe – NATO were to find that they only had the stored images of Russia as late as thirty minutes into the invasion Over Russia and Eastern Europe the ‘alien clouds’ had pulsed their charges into the sky with absolute accuracy, knocking out any means of passing confirmatory footage of the attack onto other nations. German straddled two invasion fronts, and so the East was attacked an hour before the West, and in that hour before the storms pulsed over the burrowing cylinders, individual tripod ‘pathfinders’ raced towards the West – presumably in an attempt to gather information to triangulate further ‘openings’. One such spearhead surged towards Frankfurt, consisting of a single tripod headed straight towards Rhein-Main US Air Base six miles from Frankfurt. The tripod arrived on the outskirts of Frankfurt around twenty minutes after NATO had been scrambled to Defcon Two. In its approach it brushed a suburb of Frankfurt and seemed to engage in a weapons check. At the same time BBC and German Satellite News via ASTRA 3 SAT were conducting a joint news report on the job implications of the US shutting down its Rhein-Main air force base. Seven minutes were captured and broadcast live before all the European broadcasting stations were nullified by what remains an unspecified device… Camera shot from Harman-Becker office rooftop in Fechenheim, Frankfurt: Roger Harrabin BBC correspondent framed against long shot of Mulheim: “… Which could lead to as many twelve hundred redundancies here in Frankfurt alone, now if we take… sorry Michael, was that wrong?” Voice of Michael Hamm, cameraman: “Sorry, Roger. We’ve just seen something behind you, looks like an explosion, could you step to one… thanks. Yeah, there’s smoke.” Roger: “That’s a lot of smoke. Do you think a plane’s gone down?” Voice of Hans Schuster, sound engineer: “I didn’t see a plane… I am seeing green flashes though, could be a transistor station exploding or something.” Roger: “Keep rolling, Michael, maybe we… there’s another explosion. That was a big one, a very big one. Christ, all right that’s, Christ – that’s the size of a big bomb, that one. (Into ear-piece) Sandra, put this through to Hue Edwards would you? Roll this in while we move to get a better angle…” BBC studio: (This is the where the British public had their first view of what was to come) Hue Edwards: “We were to bring you a story from Frankfurt on those redundancies mentioned earlier but we’re going there now, as we have some breaking news… what seem like a series of explosions. You’ve just seen the footage, now we’re going live through to Roger Harrabin. Roger… can you hear me?” Roger: “I can Hue… what we’re seeing here is a… well, do you have picture?” Hue: “We have picture Roger, though it’s hard to tell… clearly something terrible has happened, an oil refinery or something…” Roger: “This isn’t normal, Hue. I saw the fireworks factory explosion in Enschede in Holland and a few oil fires and this is like neither. In the past four minutes we’ve seen twenty explosions, each lit by strange green flashes. Some of these explosions have been huge, enough to level a council estate and… there’s another one.” Hue: “That’s incredible, Roger. I can hear them as well.” Roger: “Yeah, there’s about two minutes’ delay before they reach us. Wait, I can see something moving on the horizon… what is that?” Michael: “No, that’s not real. That’s… wrong…” Roger: “Something moving, a great black machine, taller than a church – moving fast, about diagonal to me, three miles away. It’s… Christ, Hue… it’s not human.” Hue: “Roger, talk to me. What is that there?” Roger: “It’s alien Hue. I’m not kidding you, that can’t be real. It’s stopped a moment and… oh no, oh no oh no oh no…” Hue: “Roger?” Roger: “What we’re seeing here is the… explosion after explosion – ripping through an entire suburb of… machine that’s killing and destroying and… Hue, we’re getting out of here. That thing’s going to level the city or something… we need to get underground because…” Hans: “He’s right, let’s get out of here.” Hue: “Is he coming towards you, Roger? No, I can… damn you Hans… I mean Michael, keep the camera on the…” Roger: “He’s not coming this way, he’s moving away a little… but we’re out of here. You can hear a lot of screaming, that’s from the street below, there are people are running in all directions. I can smell the first of the smoke, I can feel the concussions. I’m getting down to the basement of this place… I’m going to have to leave you Hue. Tell ‘em we love ‘em. Disconnecting link…” Hue: “I have no idea what was happening there, but the pictures speak for themselves. An alien machine, in Germany, attacking Frankfurt – this is… this weird. Charlie, I’m leaving my desk, I need to excuse myself for a minute… cut over to Hannah and I’ll…” (All transmissions ceased at this point) CCTV shot of Tripod outside Rhein-Main Air Force Base, Frankfurt Britain was the only nation that had any significant proportion of the population forewarned, though it made absolutely no difference in the casualties sustained. In the few minutes the broadcast aired, the tripod destroyed an entire suburb consisting of some twenty thousand people, primarily using ‘block buster’ gravity beams. Six miles distant in Rhein-Main, American commanders saw a glimpse of the tripod’s power and managed to put through a hasty message to NATO and Cheyenne Mountain confirming in part the rumours that were now racing across the official channels of the NATO countries. Earth was at war with an alien force, and now the Western powers would begin to deploy their own forces against it.
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Post by wotwfan48 on Jun 29, 2006 2:31:15 GMT
whow!!! this is very good, really intelligent, I really, really like it a lot. You are doing a very good job.Chantale.
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Post by Commandingtripod on Jun 29, 2006 6:14:02 GMT
Nicely done! ;D I like the transmission transcript idea to. Keep it coming. ;D
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