Stonehenge Base, Area 2, Britannia
"Two Asteroids in response range before impact." Voices called back and forth across a facility, numbers being checked. "If we calibrate now we could take both out." Men in lab coats showing data to soldiers as the commander of the base contemplated action.
"Area six and Brazil correct?" An aged man replied, from his vantage point he could see half the battery array at his command. His imperial highness himself had assigned him this position and as such none other than the Emperor himself could overrule his choice of where and when to fire. A deadly choice when a fool was put in charge but he, he was no fool.
No, the man put in charge of this facility returned to function for atmospheric defense was none other than Anselm Strudwick. The medals that adorned the aged man's chest sparsely told enough, the title he had earned "Bastion of the Empire" said more, though the Japanese back before they were the Elevens preferred to address him as "Invader King". Though that title had all but been retired after the acquisition of Area 11.
"Correct sir, the first target will burn up in the atmosphere but the second will not, instead scattering in much the same way Ulysses is indicated to have been fragmented." Anselm looked outside.
"Lock onto target one, do not let Tiberium taint Britannian soil." He ordered, several communications officers immediately began relaying it. "As for target two, let it impact Brazil. Inform Area 12 of the oncoming geological event there." The southern continent was already a hell on earth, an impact more or less wouldn't change that nor would the place become salvageable from the destruction of target two. As such no reason to waste valuable ammo and cause the Tiberium to spread further than projected. The GDI had their hands full as it is already containing those rocks and he personally didn't hate Ironside so there was no reason to make the man's life hell either.
General Strudwick watched as the guns in his sight slowly but surely rotated, in seconds that felt like ages. Knowing that above him there was a space rock descending at rapid pace. In these moments there was the contemplation about who or what had sent these asteroids, appearing out of nowhere on no projection charts to have ever existed. Those ancient people who commanded this facility against Ulysses must have felt similar, their adversary appeared not out of thin air but gave them time to contemplate their mortality even as it brought Tiberium with it.
"Spaceguard Turret Network aligned to target one." A voice called out besides him, leading him to rise out of his chair. "Turrets one through eight armed and ready. Awaiting command to fire." He looked outside, to see the guns stand straight like this had only been a thing in routine checks yet here it was, the reason for such checks. A short notice need for these guns.
"FIRE!" His voice rung through the facility itself almost. And there it was, the sound of the massive battery aligning and firing. Sending eight rounds upwards in unison. Massive shells were immediately extracted and new ones loaded in, this melody of destruction would continue until the asteroid was no more. And there, outside his window he saw it.
They were like fingers to rend the heavens, stars trailing upwards in pursuit of one coming down. Even the gods of eld who threw thunder and lightning would need to cower from these weapons.
