Gunship

I have seen it. Our end. Monster's, The size of Sky scrappers. Alien gunships able to level cities in seconds. Wizards able to flood entire continents. Hordes of never tiring Undead. They need a new home. They need Our home. They have failed to defend there home now they desire ours. To destroy it. OR Claim it as theres. I do not know. All I know is. I must Survive. I must Protect Our Planet. Because the Others can't.

Dr. Thomas , a 21st-century scientific genius, who is inexplicably transmigrated into the body of an imperial prince in a world that mirrors the early 20th century. Thomas, known for his groundbreaking work in physics and innovation, finds himself in a reality where steam engines and horse-drawn carriages still prevail. The imperial prince's rise to power is shrouded in intrigue, as he ascends the throne following the assassination of his own father. Little does Thomas know that this violent act is just the beginning of a series of challenges that will test his intellect, leadership, and resilience to their limits. As Thomas adapts to his newfound role, he seizes the opportunity to infuse the empire with advanced 21st-century technology. Super battleships equipped with cutting-edge electronics and weaponry dominate the seas, while helicopters soar through the skies, and missiles redefine warfare. Modern medicine and equipment save countless lives, and the empire's military boasts formidable assets such as AC-130 gunships, nuclear capabilities, and state-of-the-art tanks and fighter jets. Amid this technological revolution, Thomas uncovers a web of conspiracies and betrayals that threaten the empire from within. Navigating a perilous balancing act between governing an empire, advancing its technology, and exposing those who would undermine it, he must unravel the dark secrets hidden in the corridors of power.

Edgar Doleman One night in the forests of South Vietnam, I had cause to make use of the fire support from an AC-47 gunship, at which point this story begins. Of all the forms of fire support the American military could offer, nothing struck me as so almost supernatural as the fire from an AC-47, which seemed to come down like the fiery sword of an avenging angel in the darkest hour of the night. Yet that fearful image is linked in memory to others—instances of fear and courage, anger and compassion, dumb luck and clever thinking, love and hate, and strength and weakness. It is perhaps this juxtaposition of the great power of weapons and the weaknesses and strengths of flesh that gradually prompted this story. Although this story is fiction and the names, places, and story lines are fictitious, many of the acts of individuals that make up the story are drawn from actual events, pulled from their historical context in order to better ground this story in reality. Experiencing such an event is like experiencing a tornado. The air is filled with mind-numbing sounds and deadly debris, and every instinct screams, “Run! Hide! Find a hole!” Yet for either defenders or attackers to obey these instincts is to fail. Sometimes it is rage at the circumstance that lifts the head and aims the weapon; most often it is a blend of fear for one’s own safety amplified by fear for the safety of one’s comrades who count on him, and he on them, guided by training.