NBA Dramatique, Prelude 19

The world is put into motion by rich men. It is the actions of those with money that push change, good or bad, upon the rest of the people. In the time of our particular story, a rich man decided that his super-sonic air force was no longer of great interest to him, and no longer making him even more of the money that he already had in abundant supplies, so he sold his air force. He made a grave mistake in doing so, because he fooled himself into believing that his buyer was going to continue doing business as usual. He actually believed that he could sit back and watch the triumphs of his fighters, and share slightly in their victories without the burden of responsibility to pay for those fighters or a defensible base of operations. He was wrong. He came to visit his former base one day to find everyone vanished, no signs of life, and only the word “OKLAHOMAN” scratched into the trunk of a tree. So, now an air base lies abandoned, in ruins, and only ghosts defend its perimeter. But they need not stand watch, because there is no longer anything there to attack.

The man who bought the force saw no need to keep things as they were. In fact, he had his own reasons to change everything. The cost of maintaining this technology was astronomical. The base was too far away from everything. Primarily, he wanted to create a fighting force that was his alone. He had the money, and he had a plan. He conspired with a group of scientists and bankers to bring his plan to fruition. He had a secret weapon that could alter the weather, and it was his plan to use the disruption of nature to unseat more powerful combatants. Granted, his contraption was untested, and really no more than a prototype, not very likely to get a massive change in the weather to occur, let alone get past many of the warring nations. But with the right mix of subterfuge, misdirection, and time, he felt that he could get anything he wanted.

A new land, in a far away new place, the remnants of that old force began to reassemble. The men who remained were young and inexperienced, but hungry. They abandoned the visible technology of the old rich man's super-sonic war craft, and saw with their own eyes the terrifying splendor of the new rich man's weapon, Kw-Uhnx-Wa. They would go to war using fear and secrets, and they would use the devastating Kw-Uhnx-Wa to attack their foes with storms of wind, lightning, and thunder!