6th of January, 1962

01:35

London

Charing Cross Station

Another train arrived from Bristol, filled with civilians and military personnel as part of the evacuation. There were women and children, eldery, injured and other people. These people had left behind their home and lives behind to be within the safety of London's embrace. Sadly, that wasn't the focus at the current moment.
The only thing that mattered to Captain Bennet and his group of 3 was the 6th car, the one that had the disassembled parts of another RMM. As the train finally stopped with a hiss, and two engineers went ahead to unlock the metalic door that encompassed the metalic train car.

After a twist of the lever, and pulling the heavy car side-door by its' handle to the side, the light peeked into the car and showed the Reality Manipulation Machine's parts, alongside a crate that had "WARNING! MINI-BLACK HOLE CORE CONTAINED INSDIE. HOLD WITH CAUTION" on it. And too much caution tape all over it. Of course they would use bloody black holes.

Bennet's power armor hissed slightly as he leaned forward, peeking his head inside the train car. It was dark inside. He looked down at his arm, pushing a button with his metalic hand as it activated his helmet's night vision, before he raised his head and moved it right. More metal parts and more wire than the man found comfortable.

"Right." he says in a bored tone, his helmet's voice modulator making his voice sound static. He leaned out of the car's door frame, and slowly turned around, making sure that his heavy metalic boots did not hit the concrete, lest he had to pay a fine (which would most likely be deducted from his pay). He then faced the three other men in approximately 2 meter tall power armor. Bennet turns his head at the engineers, looking down. "Where does this mess need to go?"

The engineer raised his clipboard from his side, looking at it as he flipped through pages. Bennet just stared at him. Would you please hurry up before this armor decides to turn into a rusted tin can, you glorified abacus fondler?

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity and approximately 57 pages flipped (yes, he counted out of bordem), the young engineer decided to tell the wet walking tin-can in question, "It says here to put it at the A10 street, sir."

"Very well then." He turned his head back to the three men infront of him, as he moved his left leg, carefully putting his metal boot on the concrete, before he got out of the way. "Right, lads, pick them up." Bennet said as he did a right face, and walked off the platform and went into the driver's seat of a very large, specially made, truck.

The three hardsuit wearers nodded, as the one in the middle went first, stopping just infront of the car's frame, before he leaned forward and began to pick up a part, handing it to the one behind him, who handed it to the third guy who simply dumped it into the truck. There were instances where the second dude in the middle had more than a handful of parts on him. This repitition went on for 10 minutes.

Then came to pick up the final part: the mini black hole core. It was a crate made of pure tungsten with steel on it also. It was also incredibly heavy. The three men looked at each other, before they decided to do what they knew best: brute force And it was an incredibly poor decision as the men had to put all of their strenght on essentially picking it up together, while also not tripping over as they struggled to carry the containment box to the car. It took them another 10 minutes.

After the tired men crawled themselves into the truck, adding even more weight on the poor truck. Luckly, the truck was made to carry 10 heavy infantry personnel, so it was still capable of running and driving. It just moved an extremely eye-gouging slow pace.

God, end my misery.

02:05 Hours

Ministry of Defence Main Building

Logistics Management Office

The MOD Main Building is said to have one of the largest armory in the entire world, and one of the most guarded buildings in all of London. Only behind Downing Street and Buckingham Palace. Now, it was going to be filled until the armory reached critical maximum capacity.

While it had plentiful of firearms and amunition, that was only about 10% of it filled. No, they were going to shove as many weapons into that armory as humanly possible, to save them to be copied for the new world, and of course, using them on any unfortunate alien that decided to make the unwise decision of going to war against mankind.

There was a little bit of everything. Samples of each kind of the chemical within Imperial Britain's arsenal, from the hallucinogens, which included all kinds of deliciously evil additions into them. About 30 of them are kept in containment and they were transported under armed guard, with men in full-blown gas gear. And then, of course, there are those from the Pulomnary Agent branches. These gasses, well you get them in your lungs, and you will quite literally be choking on your own blood inside out, and these things also have caustic inhalation, so say good bye to dying peacefully!

What is next on this list? Ah yes, respiratory gases that causes artificially induced paranoia! Lovely stuff indeed. Oh, and also, if you feel as if your lungs are on fire, that's because they quite literally may be burning from the added Pseudo-Incendiary compounds within them!

After all of those were included within the chemical warefare section, let's get to some of the biological warefare items on this list. Let's see here, what do we have in here? Ah yes, would some genetically engineered influenza be right up your alley? No? Then would you like to see our stockpile of Botulinum toxins? Or perhaps smallpox? I am sure those aliens will not be having nightmares about us for days! And hey, if the world we land in has animals in them, we also have anthrax to deal with them!

Oh, what's that snarling and ratling noise you hear? That's just the livewire trying to get to our voice. Don't worry, it does that. What's livewire? Oh, you know, snake-like semi-sentient living wire that also has minic abilities to catch their prey!

You ask what is that animalistic shreeking? Oh, ignore them, they are simply the comatagtes which are basically man-made abominations of nature that has enough drugs shoved into them to go on a full rampage for about 14 hours at most before the seizure and organ failure gets to them!

Oh, what's this room that says "stimulants"? Those are the government-sanctioned stimulats and other therapies that are avaliable to the soldiers.

And last but not least, my favorite! The Materiosynthetics Lab!

Any questions?

No?

Lovely then, have a lovely day!

02:25 Hours

A10 intersection

This ride was pure torture for Captain Bennet as he continously was tortured by his inferior's constant on-mic singing and they were continously singing shitty songs in such ugly tones that if Her Majesty heard their singing, they would have got shot on the spot for treason against the Crown. He swore those voices could, at the very least, make someone's hearing implode. And he had spent time in the Second Iberian Campagin. He had dealt with a livewire that was forgotten. But he could swear his comrades on paper were torturing him with their patriotic singing.

The car's rumbling was still going slow, as Bennet eyed the speed meter. The arm was not even touching 20 kilometers per hour. Bennet simply used this moment to inhale and exhale, his eyes focusing on the dark-shaded road, only about 3 meters illuminated by the truck's light, as he went back in time.

His mind took him down the memory lane, as he remembered the day Paris burned for a second time in a century.

Bennet was at the entrance of Paris, as he walked down the street, behind him a regiment's worth of men, next to him were three tripods, their legs hitting the streets slowly, firing the occasional machine-gun fire out of its' turrent in the distance. Bennet had been a private back then, and amongst the first people in a Hardsuit, which made him effectively as strong as the knights of old. Back then, shellguns didn't exist. So he would have to fight with the only way a heavy infantryman could: with brute force.

The smog-like gas was heavy, as he could hear his own breathing from the slightly enlarged gas mask. The city had been gassed 3 times with mustard gas and bombed with incedinary bombs, making the smog worse from all the smoke. The city was still burning.

Bennet suddenly heard a dush coming from infront of him, before the tripod's head next to him suddenly exploded, having been hit by anti-tank. Seeing no other option, Bennet decided to run forward, as bullets began to hit his armor, some of them making dents on his armor, and some even hit him but the stimulants that he was given did not mix well with the
adrenaline (or did, depending on who you are asking). Bennet, his senses overran by the adrenaline and his thoughts coming to one conclusion only: these Frenchmen did not have a license for living.

He hurled himself onto a trench, his massive weight already having crushed a frenchmann, as he looked to his left, and grabbed a rifle out of another frenchman's hands, before hitting the soldier's body with it, before he casted his fist onto them, sending the man back in a bloody spiral, as the shattered body hit other soldiers. He then turned around, and began to walk down the trench, as more bullets hit his armor, and body both. He grabbed one frenchman, before putting his other hand on the other one, before the soldier got torn in half and dumped on the ground. Bennet kept walking.

"Sir?" Sir!

His thougths gets interrupted as the engineer in the passenger seat started to try and shake him. "What?" Bennet asked as he turned his head, slowing the truck down even further until it could be considered baely driving. The engineer spoke, "W-We've arrived at the spot, sir."

Bennet did not like people who stuttered. "Fine." He says as he stops the truck, opening the door and getting out. He looked at his left arm again, looking at the time on the panel. It was 0245 hours.

He bangs his formed fist on the side of the truck, as the three lads opened the truck's door and let it fall open, as they began to walk out. Then, Bennet turned around and eyed the engineer. "What now?"

The engineer grabbed out a blueprint, which had diagrams on it. Bennet guessed it was how this thing was supposed to stand.

Two of the heavy infantrymen were already offloading some of the less heavier parts. The third soldier already grabbed two cylinders, before he grabbed one of the bigger ones. He placed his two hands on it, raised it in the air and above his head, and with all his might, imapled the thing into the street.

The other two lads grabbed some claws, which they adjusted themselves to the cylinder perfectly, as they gripped themselves onto the ground further. Then, the three men struggled once again with the crate containing the blackhole. Bennet went ahead to help his comrades, holding onto the crate which might have felt like he was holding all of London onto him. After 3 minutes, they manage to dump the crate into the cylinder, before one of them quickly gets a square-shaped rod, and inserted it into the cylinder. Two others got the hemisphere, and slid it onto the cylinder's top.

The engineer lookekd at a pocket watch, as the four stepped back slowly to the truck. Then, energy began to crackle as a beam of pure, white light shot up into the sky, as it illuminated all of London, followed by other pillars, all of which started to form into a connecting hemisphere, before a transparent, white shield that was most certainly all over the entire city of London.

A few seconds of nothing happening.

And then, the last thing that Captain Bennet saw as his armor hit the truck was white and then darkness. The ambient noise only shattered by the noise of distant nukes burning the world into a crisp.

Glorious Showdown is complete.

Author's Note

Enjoy!