Author's Note: Okay its more or less finished.

Dover, England. Truly a beautiful place, with grandeur on every block. The wild life, which roamed the countryside of the lands, ranged from majestic tulips to regal lilacs. The animals, which lurked in the tall grasses, were in abundance. It was a land in which Adam and Eve would have found comforting. Dover Castle was quite a luxurious place, despite its stone countenance, much like the Marquis’ Chateaux in the world-renowned novel A Tale of Two Cities. The castle, by the aromatic North Sea, had been in use since before the time of the Napoleonic Wars, before 1216 with all of the fuss over the crown, and yet it still thrived, and was the model of all holy in England. Dover seemed to be as it was portrayed in Charles Dickens’ famous book… Or it was; at least, in the minds of those fighting to save it, or at least give it back to the people.
Dover was now a ruined place. The castle was torn in two, its pillars and walls lain across the nearby sea and the plains about it. The countryside was set aflame, all that was visible now was blackened earth, the topsoil ruined, and smoke gradually rising, clouding the skies with thick black clouds. The town, which surrounded the castle, was worse off, its people abandoned it some time ago. It closely resembled Ground Zero, of the terrorist attack a few years ago.
The skies above Dover reflected all of the anguish and resentment that the people of Dover harbored. Not one heart contained good feelings. It was high noon, yet no light shone though the darkened clouds the sun seemed almost non-existent. Regardless they fought on. The warriors of the air fought against those who fought to destroy this once gorgeous town. The US Air Force sent in its best Fighter pilots to liberate this one location of the control of the Rakush Union, and its leader Marx.
The skies were full of dogfights; one pilot pitted against another in a fight one would surely not escape alive. One such fight consisted of a man of America and a woman of the opposing force.
The F-16 plane flew forth, the faint trace of smoke billowing behind it. Behind it was a plane that seemed to have been newly manufactured, below its wings were some odd lasers that never seemed to shut off, and what was more odd was that they were directed at their own ship! Brushing this thought aside, the pilot of the F-16, one such William Mitchell, maneuvered in the air in his regular fashion.
William knew the plane was behind him, quite close in fact; he needed to gain the upper hand. He knew which move to implement. His hands on the controls, he motioned left and the plane inclined. Before him he saw a break in the clouds, light shining through, perhaps all hope was not lost. He flipped a switch; the engines pulsated with the power emanating from them, the F-16’s speed had increased two-fold. Mitchell was nearly a kilometer away from his previous location, yet the fighter behind him kept up. He motioned the controls forward, and the plane leapt down, a loop in the making. He felt himself lift up off of his seat slightly, gravity working. Before him he saw the torn town of Dover, the buildings never in their original positions, some halves nearly miles apart. Once behind his enemy, he fired off his Vulcan shots, many per round. He successfully penetrated the fighter’s hull but nothing happened, the pilot continued on. Mitchell looked at his grid and nothing was pictured upon it, save some other nameless fighters, none of which were his mystery pilot.
The grandson of the world-renown Billy Mitchell took hold of his Walkie-Talkie and sent a message to his opponent, “Pilot of the mysterious plane, please cease and desist your constant meddling.”
A quiet, feminine voice came back, “My name is Lani, and I answer only to my leader Marx.” The message was then cut off.
From below the ship of the female pilot Lani shots came. They fired specifically at the wings and the lasers below them. Lani was now under attack from two fronts.
“Hey Billy, I finally got those two off meh back. I’ll come to save your hide now.” It was William’s partner in crime, Alan, the two often took down their enemies together, and this time was no different.
The two pilots came together and spiraled forth toward their enemy, shots flying. After a short while of this game the two men fired asset of missiles, a couple switches flipped. The locks were released and the weapons went on, however Lani’s plane must not have had a prominent heat signature for it dodged the missiles with great ease and they crashed into a near by building, perhaps its generator was still on. From Billy’s position he saw the woman Lani talking on her Walkie-Talkie. What could she be doing?
An ear-shattering sound broke the silence, and everything stopped, the planes hanging in mid-air there mist floating around them. From a large satellite, near-by a beam shot into the air, the beam a thin narrow line of hues ranging from blues and pinks, about it a trail of electricity circled the beam, disappearing in space. Seconds later, an invisible wall crashed through every plane on the side of the Allied Forces. Every plane on the aforesaid side began to plummet, to the ground.
A red light began to flash in the fuselage, not much time as given to Billy. All he saw now were clouds parting in his wake, and the majestic waters of the North Sea, calling him, beckoning him to enter its waters. No, he would not end his life just then; he needed to survive to account for the occurrences that had recently occurred. He brought his hand about and puller back a lever, which shot up the seat and the pilot with it.
The parachute jettisoned, William was now on the ground, cuts and bruises scattered all about his body from the crash. It had taken him a good number of hours to relieve him self of the rubble, which had found its way to his back, but when he had forced off the rocks and such he found he could move around with great ease, nothing was broken. He walked around the ground, looking for any of his men who had survived the crash. None did, his friend was dead as well, his body twisted and gashed upon the scorched ground. His body was a horrid site, his arm hanging off the bones, flesh apparent. His eyes were open; Billy knelt beside him and shut his eyes, a final resting place.
Mitchell found a means of communication and called for assistance. The Air Force sent by a near-by Bomber Plane. When in the large plane, with the 2,000-pound bombs in the hull, he told the pilots to hover over the area in search of other pilots. No other distress signals had been sent in… So they could not waste fuel… The only pilots immediately apparent were those few of the Rakush Union who had survived the onslaught of the Allied Forces. There planes had not gone haywire though, they were perfectly healthy and so they fled the scene of the crime. The Rakush Union was successful in thwarting the liberation of Dover, and they would be for quite some time if all of the US planes’ computers lost it after a while. After the disturbing news William told the pilots to bring him to America, for some recuperation. World War 3 was on to an awful start for the American Forces, Easter Europe was nearly entirely taken over and this Marx seems to have much up his sleeve…

The plane has crashed and Alan is alive… His heart still pumps out blood, yet it will soon stop and he is aware of this. He lies down waiting his fate, his body was torn dropping to the floor was all that was possible. Minutes seemed like hours, the fire, which encompassed his F-16 had been burning brightly for what seemed hours, but most likely it had only been seconds, the heat radiating off of it must have been wearing away at his assessment of time.
A rather young girl ran up to the man, Alan, and knelt beside him, crying. She saw the uniform he bore and the faint traces of the insignia upon the burning plane, he was American. She grabbed his arm, the one that wasn’t as torn and pulled him some meters away. She tossed water into his mouth and then rubbed his throat. Once the color in his skin slightly returned to a light white she spoke to him.
“Don’t worry I know where there are some doctors! All of use are hiding in the forest, I will take you there!” Her eyes were red, much like the skin around them, such a beautiful countenance, her hair neatly tied back, however the somberness she exhumed was magnified by the horrible state of her home.
“No, I am dying, I have been in the service long enough to know that. Please however, contact the Air Force and tell Brigadier General William Mitchell that it was a spacial device.” He said it gasping, between each breath, a trickle of blood leaking out of his mouth.
“My name is Kye--Kye Graham. Please tell me what your name is then!”
“My… Name… It is Alan… Alan…” His final breaths were wasted in telling his name. It was now Kye’s turn to fulfill the last wishes of a dead man… She stood up and steadied herself. She untied her hair and it cascaded down to her back, its light brown color catching tiny bits of rays. After a minute of two of silent prayer she stormed off…

The year Two-thousand and Six has been reached, one year has passed since the plane crash. World War 3 is still on ongoing threat. On the day of his Bomber plane pick up, the female pilot Lani attacked the plane. She seemed to have a brand new fighter plane, the old one must not have been to her liking anymore, however the lasers reappeared. The plane almost suffered the same loss as the other fighter planes did, however the ace mechanics were able to fix it minutes before they would have reached the North Atlantic Ocean. When on the safe grounds of America he got one such message from a Kye of Dover, it told of Alan’s death and a message he wanted to send to William. By then Billy was convinced that this Marx of the Rakush Union had found a way to use the satellites of other nations to their advantage. He was driven to explain this all, everything, to Congress and the Honorable George W. Bush.
A year later, and many sequential visits to both and not much have changed. The visits to the president seemed to have been much more effective, President Bush seemed to enjoy the idea of one such Space Force, however Congress needed more persuading. Billy was no longer a member of the Air Force, his time was up and no longer did he wish to fly in a plane when the beast Marx controlled all aspects of the earth. President Bush told William he had long since pondered the idea of sending a branch of the military off into space. Yet it was not so easy. So much had to be taken into consideration. Despite the fact that Bush agreed with William, he was still not too keen on the fact of Marx’s use of the satellites. He did not believe anyone had the power to use such equipment. President Bush would need much convincing on that part, however, what was needed now was Congress’s approval. With President Bush’s help William was able to get a meeting with them.
Time and time again they met each other. Time and time again they had conflicting ideas. Congress did not believe splitting the budget for the military a fourth way was wise, the money they were given even now angered them. Congress would not build another service merely for one mans misconceptions, despite his heritage. They would need proof that could bee seen, tangible proof. Congress rejected his ideas at every turn. No matter what his wordings were. Building a Space Force was not only ridiculous, but also costly, creating space ships already was time consuming and it cost millions of dollars. Creating an entire fleet, armada, or what ever they chose to call it was impossible, they said. He understood their concern, for he was once a U.S. Space Shuttle Commander. Building the ships was something that would not be possible without the help of the people and perhaps the other branch leaders.
After what seemed like their hundredth meeting Congress finally caved in. “You must gain the respect and approval of the larger half of the populous and then the Army, Navy and Air Force officials must agree to this Space Force. Only then will we allow you to present us with a presentation to show us its might. I am sure this sounds familiar to you.” Congress had recounted what his great grandfather had to do. It was now his turn.
Luckily for Billy he had much technology on his side and one great ally. His influence in the Air Force, he found was minimal when it came to the budget, but his close friend Mia Sheridan, a master of the computer. She was a woman in her twenties. She was of a blond nature, with faint locks of brown. Her blue eyes reflected her buoyant countenance, her glasses hid her beauty but it was there. Billy went to her and asked for her assistance.
“Alright… I don’t really understand what the devil all this spacial stuff is about, but I trust you so lets spread the word, and what better way then the internet!” She smiled the entire time, her white glossy teeth showing.
“Um… Yes that’s why I came to you; you would know exactly what to do. I would know nothing; I simply need to spread the word of my ideas to the populous. I need their help in our survival.” He said it calmly, with a stolid nature.
“Right, well, whatever! Let’s get cracking!”
The site was created in two months time; it was very in depth and aesthetically pleasing thanks to Mia. She did a wonderful job and he heard some news on it in no time. But it was not enough. There were hundreds of web sites coming across one specific one by chance was one in a million, those odds were in need of fixing. The Space Force needed to successfully use word of mouth advertisement. Mitchell went around speaking to people on the streets, telling them of what he had seen, anything at all that would help in the long run. He told the people of the usage of satellites, and how the beams could easily take out computers from such a long distance. He saw some of the effects right off the bat, apparently there were many intelligent people out there. Word quickly was spread of this one mans ideas of creating a Space Force, but of course there were those who saw the down side. They could not be forgotten. It was much like an election, yet there was no opposing runner.
Three months and the amount of people on the side of Billy is a rather large number, but compared to the amount of people in America, it was hardly a number to take in to consideration. Billy went to the Navy Admirals and Army and Air Force Generals, yet they wanted to keep their money. There was no use in arguing with them, when their mind was made up; it was quite hard to deter them. William needed to find some common ground with these people, and he simply was not finding it.
Three more months of trying and William went on hiatus for a year and a half. He went to Dover. They had recently liberated it from the forces of the Rakush Union. It was rebuilding, however, it was still a shadow of its former self, a mere hollow shell.

He first went to Dover Castle to see how it had faired. It was utterly horrible, but the people were clearly trying and so he volunteered with much of the rebuilding. It was on one of these missions he met a one such Kye Graham. The one was in her early twenties; her full-breasted form gave her a sturdy resolve. Her long, luxurious deep brown hair draped her body in fine velvet. She had eyes, with a pale white film over them, giving her a blind appearance. After one meeting he knew she was the Kye of so many days gone by. It was a fateful reunion. She was the daughter of the Navy Admiral. She was here to meet up with her own team of rebels. She was well known actually in England as well as in America. Many people trusted her for she has not lost a member of her alliance once on the battlefield.
William knew she would be a great ally, and so he persuaded her to convince her father to consider the idea of a Space Force. It took them a while to go back to the United States, for they both wanted to continue helping those of Dover. By the time they were ready to go, there was a new president, the Honorable Hillary Clinton.

“The Space Force is a useless, useless branch.” The Navy admiral admitted in his white uniform with many ribbons.
“No, you have not seen what my eyes have, you have not seen how easily computers can crash with a little outside influence.”
“Daddy, he is right! I saw what happened on that day while you were out at sea and left me at Dover. All the planes suddenly crashed, out of the blue, yet all of the Union’s aircrafts stayed afloat. His explanation makes sense!”
And so the debate waged on for hours, with comments from Kye every now and again. She spoke whole-heartedly; she recounted the events of the day of Alan’s death. Billy told of what he had seen, and how he believed the navy could find its way into space. They could easily get their own ships up there, telling the ground units of any oceanic changes. Or perhaps carriers, which could, with a bit more improvement in technology, bring down ships when needed quickly. The Navy Admirals resolve began to deteriorate, his arguments clearly became weaker. All he could stand upon was the budget and sooner or later that would no longer work. After a day or so of constant meetings the Admiral caved in… William was finally moving ahead in his journey, he obtained a renewed source of strength, he felt as if he could accomplish it finally…
Before William, Kye, and Mia went out to spread the word, Billy went to NASA to ask for them to get ready a Ship ready for the exhibition. He asks for a few select long-range lasers and some satellites. He needed everything to be ready before Congress conceded. His connections finally paid off, once. His former crew was still there his second in command, was now a new ship captain. After a quick explanation of what he wanted, he left them to their duties.
After the short escapade the team of three went out to spread the word. Kye went out to call in some favors, a woman of her talent had many and Mia went digital again, this time placing advertisements all over the web, telling the people, what’s what? It seemed as though everything was going, as it should. Kye knew many people who were once in the service, she pleaded to them and asked for them to make speeches, of their journeys and of their ideas on this Space Force, of course she only asked those who were for the Space Force… Or those she could black mail… Anything that could possibly help. Mia created multiple sites on the issue, it was much more effective this way. Now that the third world war had finally been over, people were paying attention. She dropped lines on other sites, which allowed it, and even entered chat rooms meant for discussion and went for the positive side. It took a great many months, yet it was finely working. During this all, Billy borrowed a plane from Kye and began doing things of a barnstormer nature. Doing shows all over the place, wherever he could find an appropriate place, such as carnivals, he got people interested in him and then got them interested in the Space Force. Baby steps were needed. He would often give speeches himself after these short little endeavors. When nothing could be done, he followed what others did, he wrote words in the sky, a couple words was all that was needed to get people thinking. Space Force, Satellite Beam’s anything that would turn peoples attention to Kye’s, Mia’s and William’s efforts. Newspapers began to take notice; they seemed to compare the group to his grandfather back in the time when the Air Force was a mere vision. He was a former Brigadier General so his word was quite a bit around the Air Force but that did nothing to get press. The carnival shows, the constant Internet pop ups, and the speeches brought enough influence that the newspapers began making short columns, which soon found their way to page one. After many articles, news shows like CNN and such began asking bringing him to the publics eye. Talk shows began begging, pleading for Billy, or one of the three to come on their shows for a short question and answer section.
After a couple more months William felt it appropriate to go to the Honorable Hillary Clinton and ask for her acceptance. She seemed to be a bit harder in her resolve. She wanted to know absolutely everything before she either agreed or didn’t. William had to go through the battle once more, explaining everything he wished to accomplish and why he wanted to do so. He finally wore away at her jaded edges and she gave him her support. It was at this time he was aware of the poll, which had bee implemented to see who supported, opposed or was completely neutral in the matter of the Space Force. More then half of the populous thought the Space Force could be beneficial. With this he went to both the Air Force and Army Generals, to go and get their support. He felt that they would finally be able to get it.

“This is a matter of a controversial sort, making a decision is not as easy as you seem to think. I will need to see what this Space Force would be able to do. Set up an exhibition and I will give you an answer.” Billy went to the Army and Air Force and they both echoed this statement.
Billy was forced to go to Congress and tell them of the situation, after hearing of everything, they agreed to schedule a date for the demonstration.

A month or so later and everything was ready, NASA had built a fine ship, and the location was in the middle of the ocean. The audience would watch from a ship of the Navy. There were three F-16’s set up on the Carrier, and they were to launch soon. It was rather simple. The ship created by NASA flew rather high, higher then most, and that was all that Billy needed to work out his plan.

Billy was in the ship was in the air, his hands on the controls, and he called for the F-16 pilots to come up. He saw them, little black birds migrating south. They seemed to be mere shadows upon the blue waters below but he knew he had to take them out to prove the power of Space! Luckily the pilots all had parachutes, which would protect them from harm and the Navy would surely rescue them once they hit the waters. Billy pressed a couple buttons and a couple lasers below the wings came to life, shooting the ship itself. The red lasers pierced the hull and worked its way into the network protecting it from any interference. A switch was flipped and from the back of the fuselage a satellite sprang up directing its attention to the east. After making sure all was set, he opened the case of one button and the slowly pushed it. A beam shot from his satellite entering space. Seconds later a thin, invisible wall passed through all four ships. The three lower planes plummeted to the ocean floor, their computers decimated. The only ship working was the one high up in the atmosphere. Seeing his success Billy inclined his plane down, and went to the Carrier. The officials were impressed but Congress was not convinced they wanted to see it again. Thrice more it was done, thrice more it was effective, thrice more did Congress refuse to believe what they saw.

Nearly twenty years later and nothing has changed, the Space Force is a mere memory. Nothing could possibly deter Congress, the budget, and such was still on their mind…

High in the skies, in the upper atmosphere a ship flew, slowly steadily… Gradually increasing its speed. The thin white plane, flown by Lani, flew through the clouds, disappearing in their thick forms. A satellite appeared upon it and a thick black ray shot up into the sky, seconds later another shot was fired, a few degrees apart. The beams shot through the clouds, creating wide holes, a small trail of mist following each beam. After a couple minutes the beam came back down by the ship, bypassing the plane it went for the ground. Slowly as it came to the ground, gradually it vanished. Its destination was the Pentagon…
The attack upon the Pentagon was a major one, all the computers were taken out, everything deleted, nothing was left of what it used to be. It would not be of much use for quite some time, yet it did accomplish one thing, it threw America into the fourth World War. The opposition was the same one, Marx and his union.
It was at this time everyone saw the use of space, quickly they decided to form a Space Force. Pulling together everything they had they formed a rather rough Space Force, the captain was chosen unanimously, they chose Captain William “Billy” Mitchell IV, former Air Force General and Space Shuttle Commander.