This week’s goal for the Trifecta Writing Challenge is to write a story between 33 and 333 words long and use the third definition for the word, “Pedantic.”
PEDANTIC (adjective): unimaginative, pedestrian
The challenge page can be found here: http://www.trifectawritingchallenge.com/2013/05/trifecta-week-seventy-eight.html
My first thought for “pedantic” led me to a pet peeve of mine from popular fiction. I finally get to let this out of my system. Story begins after the image.
Genre: Science Fiction
Word Count: 333
“What a joke,” muttered Lieutenant Kelvin Bishop. He huddled at the crest of a hill and watched the massive walking tanks as they plodded across the green valley floor at 40 kph. “Worst tank design ever.”
“Their main guns are powerful enough,” replied Alexander.
“With a small firing arc,” noted Patton.
“Thus, a limited target acquisition capability,” scoffed Kelvin. “Have the diplomats have talked sense into their leader, yet?”
“That creepy guy in the hood?” said Alexander. “Nope. He’s still insisting we join his ‘side’ or whatever. He doesn’t realize he’s outmatched.”
“General Hayes says stick to the OPLAN. They’re almost in range of the city.”
“Roger that.” Kelvin switched frequencies to Guderian. “Squadron in place?”
“Yes, sir,” replied Guderian. “All Jaguar units are in place on their flanks, where they forgot to place defensive armament.”
Kelvin smiled. All twelve Jaguar tanks housed the most clever AIs ever designed. That’s why Kelvin named them after historic battlefield geniuses, and also why they had assessed the tactical situation perfectly and positioned themselves without direction.
The 70 foot tall tanks of the invaders seemed impressive, but the pedantic design was amateurish compared to his tanks. The 17ft tall Jaguars were smaller but they didn’t walk in combat like a target, they sprinted, and their armament covered all directions even in full gallop. They could easily shred the invading tanks.
“Okay, Guderian. Intel says their tank armor is pretty thick. Jaguars will use their main guns. Fire when ready.”
All around the valley rim, electromagnetic guns unfolded from the 12 Jaguar tanks. Each gun could fire a two-pound hypersonic shell at Mach 21. Twenty-one times the speed of sound. Each shell fired a smaller penetrator round and boosted it’s already enormous speed to Mach 28. A hit by so speedy a round released enough energy to ignite the fusion warhead within the penetrator, unleashing a small nuclear fireball inside the vehicle after piercing the armor.
“Firing.” The valley flashed bright. Every enemy tank vaporized, spectacularly.
“Empire, my ass,” muttered Kelvin.