And Atlantis had existed tomorrow by Justin Mader (electronic reader txt) 📕

"Sir, I do not want to embarrass her, but Smith was flown off with all his spaceships quota 20 minutes ago, saying, 'Well, they are obviously sooner than expected,' and the Artusians are in the midst of the evacuation phase. And of course, they prefer their own people, as well as our combat pilots!"

"Does that mean that they leave us flat?"

"Look, now there six quorx ships appear in orbit around Mars, Mr. President, we should ..."

Déjà-vu!

Then they could see only the five hundred-meter-thick red rays that drifted into the surface of Mars and a huge dust slaw that swallowed everything.

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Lieutenant Commander Forks heard the noise of the Aturian alarm, this peculiar squeaky sound, as if fingernails would be scratching over a metal surface. He did not know what effect this sound had on the Artusians, but the sound produced goose bumps in him. Quickly slip over the battle dress and entering the corridor. There were already his comrades in formation. Captain Southers waited stoically until all the combat pilots had arrived, as if they had all the time in the world. According to the military sense of honor, that all had to be borne the weaknesses of each and every.

When the last of the unit had finally arrived, the captain announced: "Again we are attacked and we have not the slightest chance against the overpowering enemy. But we can beat him where he finds the hardest, in the past. That is why we do not fuck with him here and now, but we will attack him 5,000 years ago and destroy him there. We have exact coordinates and an exact energy plan with which we can enter exactly in the right year. In order to be successful and in your own interest, this plan must be adhered at the very least. I think I have expressed myself clearly! The exactly orders you'll get there from the gunny.

Attention! Order... Stand at ease! 'We are the United States Navy Corps and THE ONLY EASY DAY WAS YESTERDAY. Hurray, hurray, hurray! We are the United States Navy Corps and THE ONLY EASY DAY WAS YESTERDAY. Hurray, hurray, hurray!"

The last sentence all repeated in a common chorus, which was pressed out of deep men's throats.

"And do not forget, 'And Atlantis had been existed tomorrow!' Stand Easy!"

Then they all stormed to their Lippisch-deltahunters, which were filled with alien technology. The final preparations for the start were made frantically in the underground halls. The fuel lines with the liquid hydrogen were removed from the filling shrouds, the last checks carried out and the Biefeld Brown engines were boot up.

Lieutenant Commander Forks jumped into the cockpit and was belt up by the sergeant.

"Good luck Sir and good hunting!"

Before giving him a fleeting "thank you!", the pressure cabin has already been closed. Forks looked thoughtfully at the sergeant when he jumped over the wing to the ground, and suddenly he knew that this sergeant had no future prospects as there were no more transport possibilities. He wondered, if he was going to take him with him in his machine, but when he went through the technical data and the space offer, he knew that this consideration was pointless.

The Lippisch DM5 was a small agile hunter with Vril antitachyon engines, based on the Biefeld-Brown principle. But there was not even room for an electrostatic generator, called the Influenzmachines, Vril discs normally used to provide energy for the Vril antitachyons engines. Therefore, the energy was generated by hydrogen and fuel cells to guarantee the antigravitation effect of the drive.

The Sergeant saluted proudly and with an unmoved expression, and his crooked cap was the last thing Forks could see from him as he rolled to the launch shaft. This finality of this scene pressed a few tears out of his eyes, which he desperately tried to wipe away with his left hand back, and failed because the visor of the space suit was already closed.

After the antigravitation engines had started and the iridescent sound had slowly passed into the ultrasonic range, the emergency landing gear was also retracted. So his DM5 now floated weightlessly behind the Red One of the squadron captain, in the direction of the starting field. Then the starting command came and the red tunnel walls wiped along the aircraft, showing that the aircraft was accelerated at high speed through the launch tunnel. He could not feel a contact pressure or G-forces because the principle of the Biefeld-Brown engines excluded such forces, since he was within the antigravitation field.

Quickly the mouth of the launch tunnel fell back behind them, and after a short donning of the steering column Mars soon became a small ball in the vastness of the universe. The course data were updated in the computer and in about two and a half hours they would reach the earth, or what was left of it. Shortly after the target programming he heard a moaning in the radio, which Southers caused to a "Shut up, radio discipline!" And then he saw it himself, a bright red glow spread behind his back silently. If he had not known it better, it would have been possible to hold this structure there for a rapidly developing, beautiful red rose, for it possessed a majestic structure and an extraordinary color here in the midst of the blackness of the universe. Everyone thought more about the beauty of this fascinating structure than about what really happened.

And it does not really agitate anyone emotional in its finality, because this rose rises unreal, as if by ghost hand, in deadly silence. That this meant again the death of thousands of people, who simply had failed to escape the furor of annihilation of the Quorx, came only a few moments later to his mind. Mars had exploded. He cursed this infinity in the universe, which led to all absurdity of all congenial patterns of behavior.

After the appointed time, the debris field of the former earth appeared. Still, he could see numerous plasma discharges in the center of the rubble, although the event was now almost a year ago. Silently and completely unobserved, he suddenly saw a large piece of rubble coming to his side with a hulk of an destroyed house and at the last moment there was a collision alarm and he could correct his course. Another mate was not so lucky and his DM5 burst into a silent fireball. The sun, the plasma discharges and the reflection light of the asteroids dipped the scene into an unreal striking light. The course vector provided the approach to the one side of the former North Pole of earth, with a very special acceleration and angle factor, because the "temporal vector was dependent on the energy input of the incoming object". When they reached the intended position, the squadron leader gave the starting command. Forks only had to select the command sequence stored on the display and confirm it. He did not notice an acceleration because he had neither a contact pressure nor a reference point. Only the asteroid field now moved faster around him.

Suddenly an alarm shriek: "Bandits at seven o'clock banked of forty-five degrees!"

His head jerked to the upper left, and then he could see the movement there. Much could not recognize, because they were small black ships like ants, which did not stand out against the black background of the universe and the reflected sunlight. They were hunters of the Quorx.

"First and fourth squadron are trying to push them off, the rest of us go further on. Much luck and good hunting, and don't forget: 'And Atlantis had existed tomorrow'!" Southers ordered.

Forks turned off the command sequence and pulled the joystick toward him. The anti-gravitation vector of the Biefeld-Brown engine changed rapidly and forced the DM5 into a wide curve. Numerous beams passed his hunter, as he switched off the field in the one direction at short notice and thus jigged away in the other direction construction-conditioned.

This maneuver he continued several times into all the different space vectors. Suddenly he noticed one of these insect-like black hunts before him. Now he was able to exploit the advantages of the DM5 and use the coil-supported 'soft, analogue adaptation' of the magnetic fields, as opposed to the Haunebus and Vriljägern, who knew only a digital 'On' or an 'Off' of the respective magnetic field. This was partly compensated in the more modern machines by additional control chips and minimum magnetic fields, but only partly. The quiet and precise analogue control of the magnetic fields for the side and height control of the Lippisch-Deltajägern, which were indispensable for a dog-fight, the modern machines however did not reach. Thus, behind the Quorx hunter, he could easily get himself in a shooting position and fire the warp guns. One disadvantage of these guns was, that he could not see any shooting impacts unless he had a hit. Therefore, light laser beams were installed, which had the function of a kind of tracer munition. In the sphere of action of the beam, all tachyons, concentrated on the target object, were destroyed, resulting in a gravitational, drop-shaped channel. A mini-black hole was created on the target object, which damaged the material consistency of the target object. When the beam was turned off, the gravitational forces broke into this black hole from all sides and finally crushed the target object. This was not an easy work with Quorx 's protective shields, but the warp guns were able to irritate the permanent jump coordinate drive of these ships so that the enemy ship would materialize irregular next to its own protective screen, so the ship would either be destroyed by its own screen, or because now it was screen less, a second shot could blow it from the universe. What Forks did now intensively. The Quorx hunters were decimated quite quickly.

The first and fourth squadron had done decent work and saved many of their own units. Also the partially restored Nostremu now started from the moon and could join the convoy. He could see how the ships of the convoy were slowly transparent at the target point and finally disappeared unspectacularly. He had thought that great flashes, overlaps, strong quakes, vibrations or other spectacular phenomena were going to happen, but there was nothing else but the silent, like an annihilation of a flickering candle.

Forks renewed the command sequence to dive into the time vector. After a few seconds, he noticed how all began to dissolve, his surroundings, the asteroid field, the cockpit, the joystick, and finally himself, and a curtain of blackness settled over him. And then suddenly this curtain rose, and behind him he saw the most beautiful thing he had ever seen, a blue planet covered with white cloud balls ... they had managed it ...

... then there was another collision alarm, there, ... in front, a huge, almost 1.5 kilometer spaceship, which emanated blue-violet rays from huge pylons, which hit another equally big ship and tore devastating holes there.

He was confused...why he was here and what was his own name? He had to provide support for ... what? About something ... that matched with Atlantis? He had to save the earth? Was this the planet down there? And what fleet he should provide support. The ship types were the same on both sides. And did this space slaughter regards to him?

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