(in case you couldnt tell this is fictional oh and yes i actually did write this)
This is a part of the Cordovian Civil war and will be linked when its released
Fuego Fatuo is an Autobiography of Zen Menendez
Yuri Nicolayevich was a Russian immigrant to the Federation that was one of the most famous and well respected (by both sides) Pilots of the war
Zen menendez was a war hero of the cordovian war and one of the Rebels best pilots he is a dual citizen of Simplelandia
this is his recounting of the Simplelandian governments controversial use of EMP superweapons and the prologue to the biggest raid on a Federation base in the war,

The desert was dry in every sense of the word, even the wind blowing across its dusty expanse was a dry crackle of sand instead of a hearty breeze. The sun seemed to glare and beat down anything that defied it by being alive, it was as flat as could be, its horizon uninterrupted except for distant mountains and a ocean.
this ocean was all that stood between the two warring nations a flat hostile expanse full of dangers manmade and otherwise, war was all these parts knew.

An alarms mournful blare echoed hollowly across the land by itself its cry seemed unimportant in the great expanse until it was joined by others rising in a crescendo,
its cries rousing the base like an anthill with its little ant like people running through its buried corridors.
inside the hidden base Yuri nikolaevich ran across the underground base through concrete hallways and up crowded staircases to his hanger, he burst through the door to see the maintenance crew rushing a fuel pipe from his jet he scrambled up its smooth light blue expanse into the cockpit.
He hurriedly pulled his electronics laden helmet onto his head and searched the puzzle of his instrument panel looking for the right button he had photo of his family squeezed in between the dials and buttons finding it he pressed the auto startup button. his cockpit slid forward and sealed with a hiss his jets deadly missiles glinting in the glaring sun as the hanger doors opened and his helmet filled with data.
The missiles lethal tracker heads were moving on the missiles like eyes hunting their prey. some focused on the sun while others glared at a maintenance mans radio its “eye” following him like the deadly predator it was. “Hanger doors open! move forward!” screamed a groundsman, yuri's jets engines flashed with light and it began to move tentatively out the hanger to the grave stares of the spectators the engineers hoping their favourite pilot came back safely.

A huge swarm of bombers and jets flew across the empty infinite expanse of the sky the roar of jets hollow and distant to the indifferent sea far below them. They were in shaped in V’s pointed accusingly at their destination darting in and out of sight through clouds.
in the bombers men were working in the tunnellike interiors at their instrument panels the bays were shaking with their full payloads of missiles their turrets operated by men peering into screens. a number of AWACs flying over the swarm like angels directing this circus performance their beams of invisible light sweeping the sky.

The fighters were buzzing in between the bombers like attentive worker bees their pilots peering at their threat warners and at the sky in front of them drops of water seeming to defy gravity and fly sideways across the polycarbonate canopies. Their wings stuffed with missiles the “eyes” of the missiles peering out into the empty blue expanse of the sky. In one of these fighters was zen clavells he was peering at his radar input warily which was beamed in from the AWACs, even though an electronic voice nicknamed bugging betty would immediately point any sign of trouble out to him, he never truly trusted a computer with his life.

“Hey those is some impressive missiles zen!” a enthusiastic young italian voice said on his intercom zen peered at his screen, the message had come from one of the nearby bombers “would you like to see them more closely” he said into his mike icily
No reply came from the bomber and he burst out in a roar of laughter, all those who heard the exchange in their intercoms laughed too letting loose some of their precombat shakes even the young italian.
“Fox 12 moving to grid 5B heading 350 degrees” he stated into his mike “roger Fox 12 5B open keep clear of the backblast” a female voice replied, these formation changes were religiously reported because formations were spread out for when shit hit the the fan and you didn't want to lose your jet to something as ridiculous as crashing into someone else. Zen resumed peering at his screen and meekly almost shyly a red dot popped sinisterly into his screen.

To zen it felt as if suddenly it felt like someone had poured ice into his flight suit his stomach seemed to shrivel into a ball of dread. “signatures detected” the AWAC reported simultaneously with bugging betty. Another red dot popped into the edge of his screen until suddenly a large V was visible made up of red dots
“bombers prepare countermeasures all tantalus units launch” a german accent ordered.
Simultaneously in specially designed bombers at the front of the swarm small missiles dropped from open bomb bay doors and rocketed towards Yuri. halfway on the way to the fighters these exploded with what appeared to be steel foil confetti, yuri hurtling with his fellow pilots towards the swarm saw his screen fill with static like a disturbed bees nest. the “tantalus” bombers then dropped missiles that followed the path of the other missiles then at half the distance to the other side these missiles ignited and filled the air with a number of smaller suns as they fell to the ocean with small parachutes. Suddenly all of yuri’s heat seeking missile “eyes” glared at the faraway flares like a dog that has seen a squirrel
The “tantalus” bombers turned home leaving a cloud of chaff in their wake their job done.

Only 10 bombers were in yuri's squadron the rest was composed mostly of fighters, from 5 of these bombers large missiles dropped out their bomb bays these blasted ahead and began tracking radar sources passively. When these denizens of death reached the swarm everyone saw 3 quarters of their comrade AWACs evaporated in explosions.
A command officer shocked to see a quarter of his AWACs vaporized shouted into zens earpiece“all AWACS turn off radars! and the survivors immediately turned off their radars. the missiles not detecting any sources exploded and showered their surroundings with shrapnel.a AWAC next to zens jet was engulfed in a fireball of flame but kept going like a flying funeral pyre for awhile before it rolled over with a groan of metal like a whale and plummeted to the ocean its own speed ripping itself apart.

A panicked yell shouted into zens earpiece“all AWACS turn off radars! Tridents we’re in range! LAUNCH!!” the next volley was soon to come.
a small number of the bombers next to zen opened their bomb bay doors zen had never seen them before a single huge missile dropped out and rocketed towards yuri's squadron “All aircraft prepare evasive maneuvers and countermeasures” was ordered by yuri this came out as a coded sequence of squeaks and static only interpretable by the pilots decryption flight helmets.

“Hunters launch then get out of this mess!!” Yuri yelled, the hunter bombers didn't have to be told twice. missiles fell from their cavernous bomb bays and they dove to the ocean and rocketed home glad to flee from the destruction soon to come.
“Missiles are getting close! prepare for impacts” the missiles were at the edge of the horizon when suddenly a bright flash that lasted a fraction of a second filled Yuri’s eyes. If it weren't for his auto tint helmet he would have been blinded “they’re nukes! Dive! Shockwave procedure!” he turned to look at the light again except there was nothing there, no mushroom cloud no smoke absolutely nothing the missile was tumbling out of the sky like it was empty.
he expected to hear a rumble but he heard nothing his planes usually deafening rumble and his helmet were deadly quiet except for the rushing of the wind “what the hell?” he pulled the flightstick and nothing happened his plane was slowly gliding down. He pulled off his helmet because all the electronics were gone suddenly his plane fell out of the sky with the grace of a dropped piece of paper and Yuri’s squad filled the sky with their parachutes.

The missiles were still closing in on Zens unaffected swarm. they had gotten far away to escape the strange effects of the “Tridents”.
Different versions and different languages for “what the hell was that!?” filled his earphones suddenly these voices went silent as a override button was pressed and a cold unfamiliar “that's classified. you never saw this” was said over the intercom chilling everyone who heard it. “those missiles are still coming in” a officer said his voice spooked “you know the drill” the commander said soberly “roger” was said simultaneously somehow every man in the swarm chilled by what they had seen happen on their radar screens to the enemies swarm.
“Dive on my mark!” a female radarwoman yelled“3, 2, 1, DIVE! DIVE!” suddenly all the planes of Zens swarm turned and dropped out the sky to the merciless expanse of the ocean dropping flares and chaff.

The missiles launched by yuris squadron which was now floating wreckage and survival dinghies rocketed toward the swarm each individual missile “brain” cooperating to go to separate targets. The number of missiles was only a quarter of the huge swarm of aircraft but no one wanted to be the exception in this case. these missiles darted into the diving swarm like a hawk among the flock. most went for the decoys but one near zen crunched through the side of a bomber and ignited the bombs vaporizing it into a white fireball knocking two other aircraft near it out of the sky. Missiles slammed into planes blotting them out of the sky, wreckage falling out of the sky like confetti. A flash rippled through zens cockpit and when he looked over where his wingman was a black cloud drifted in the sky. A bomber above zen deployed flares filling the sky with light and a missile blew up behind it blowing the bombers tail off. it shook as if balancing on a tightrope than slowly rolled on its stomach with a loud groan and creak of metal and ignited into a fiery wreck and fell out the sky slowly falling to the ground. “Level out, the missiles are gone” a few aircraft trailing fire did not and plummeted to the ocean igniting and turning into a fiery hulk “losses are 5% we are in the clear”. The swarm kept cruising to their target like ships in the ocean of the sky when they flew by where the strange weapons had “detonated” their radar screens fuzzed up and they could see survival dinghies tied together where the enemy had been. “can we shoot them commander?” a young enthusiastic voice pleaded over the intercom “don't kick a man while he’s down private” the commander replied he too peering down at the dinghies.

“NO! NO!! NO!!!” Yuri shook his fist and yelled at the overflying swarm, his entire vocabulary of curses came into play. His soaked men and women cowered away on this large makeshift raft of all their dinghies. Almost all of them had survived but as they drifted down on parachutes they saw their almost priceless aircraft smash into the ocean below them and shatter like wine glasses against the ocean.
“All our survival radios are active we must be making enough signals to jam the tv at home. they’ll find us” one man brave enough to talk to him said “I'M NOT ANGRY ABOUT THAT!” Yuri yelled. His shout seemingly knocked the man back on his raft “THAT IS WHAT I'M ANGRY ABOUT!!” he pointed seething with rage at the overflying swarm and where the “weapons” had “detonated”
Yuri turned to his squadron and screamed“IF WE WEREN’T A #$&$ING Defense raid we’d have lost half our @#$#ING AIR FORCE!!” his men shrinked to the edges of their makeshift raft. Yuri shouted spittle flying from his mouth “NOW DOES ANYONE KNOW LONG IT’LL TAKE TO GET A HELICOPTER HERE!!!”
One man said in a small voice “only a few hours sir we’re not far” Yuri turned to the sky to begin shouting and his men and women paled and shrank as far away as they could to the edges of the suddenly small raft.

“We are almost in intercept range. Remember they just watched their entire defense party go off the air in the blink of an eye so they’ll be loaded up for all the worst case scenarios. they don't have enough time to receive airborne reinforcements so fighter covers light but UAVs are detecting lots of SAMs.” everyone in the squadron grumbled they hated the things.
“no heroics. Bombers you drop the payloads and get the hell out of there. fighters you make sure my bombers stay alive do not intercept fighters that are not in range of the bombers.” the commander paused then added “Jammers as soon as you start registering radars do your thing. i want a couple of you to move onto them from the south make them think theres a 2 pronged force. we all know the drill here people lets get it done” rogers were registered from all the aircraft then a young inexperienced voice said what everyone was thinking “hey y’all if we got anymore of those things we coul- PRIVATE!!! GODDAMMIT!!! What the hell are you doing on the radio!!” his bombers captain yelled at him then apologized sheepishly on the radio about his recruit “no these were only designated for the enemy aircraft. we don’t have any available right now” the voice said coldly. everyone didn't want to hear that reptilian voice anymore “sir radar traces are being picked up we’re close”

Radar worked a lot like a flashlight in the dark. It would help you see but you could see a flashlight from a longer way off than you could see things with a flashlight.
the men in yuri's homebase were beaming everything they had and although it helped them see it made them a fireworks display of signals from a far way off. Every SAM launcher and radar guided anti aircraft gun in the base had been wheeled out.
The home commander had just seen on their status screens a whole squadron disappear as if it had never existed in the blink of an eye and their radar didn't go out that far and he was in a cold sweat. The men in the radar bunker jumped when they saw jamming activity to their north and all the weaponry of the base simultaneously turned suddenly to it.a sphere of jamming appearing to their south caused the base commander to feel torn in two his choice could save the lives of his men or he could doom them all his officers yelled for the small air base squadron to engage them “NO!! One of them could be a diversion! keep all aircraft on base! All over the horizon anti jammer missiles prepare to launch!” turning slowly they pointed at the beehive of jammer activity and fired their missiles disappearing in white streaks and headed to the very obvious jamming going at 2 times the speed of sound, boring into the sphere of jamming tracking it to its center they reached this nucleus of invisible light and suddenly it disappeared the jammers dead or fleeing