Just an short fic inspired by recent news 

This is a Fanfic set in the Superman Unbound Shared Universe.
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no infringement is intended 

I also used Arthur Hansens General Tzieun from "China Doll Mecha
Machinations!"


C & C is welcome



EXCERPT taken from the KYODO NEWS japan.
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"Suspected Chinese nuclear sub enters Japanese waters
TOKYO, Nov. 10, Kyodo - (EDS: UPDATING WITH DEFENSE AGENCY INFO, ONO
REMARKS)

An unidentified submarine suspected of being a Chinese nuclear sub
entered Japanese waters early Wednesday, Defense Agency sources 
said."
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THE INCIDENT 2004-11 
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The Figure was covered from her neck down in a skin tight inch thick 
suit that was flat black across a significant part of the the 
electromagnetic spectrum which included, but wasn't limited to the 
infrared, visible and ultraviolet portions.
 
The suit incorporated the latest RADAR absorbent material know to the
United States Air Force and reduce the figure's RADAR cross section 
to that of a starving gnat for all practical atmospheric frequencies 
and viewing aspects.

The figures thermal emissions were carefully matched by a passive 
sensor array to the background for all directions save the top of her 
helmet, where the bulk of her body heat was being dumped in the form 
of a infrared laser aimed at deep space.

The Helmet, made of a derivative of the suit material also housed a 
ten gigahertz RISC array with 8 Terabytes of RAM coupled to a grid of 
passive ultrahigh density sensor chips that allowed it to collect and 
store more data across a far wider frequency spectrum than her 
country men in the two Japanese Destroyers tracking the submarine 
below.

The entire suit was powered by an array of artificial muscle fibers 
that converted the figures movement into the energy it needed.  It 
was the first from a production line that would only produce four 
suits and was the product of  a highly classified technology sharing 
treaty between Japan, the United States and Israel and was designed 
to make it's wearer literally invisible to the sensors of any 
observer.

The suited figure was Seventy five kilometers off the southern 
Japanese coast at an altitude of 102,000 meters traveling away from 
Japan's coastal waters at roughly 31 knots and currently carefully 
searching for the person or equipment she was certain had discovered 
her presence. 

Rising Sun frowned as she finally returned her attention to the 
unknown Soviet design submarine 102,101 meters below, fighting the
urge to whisper she spoke clearly saying "Computer full spectrum
record."  She didn't know who was watching her, but she was certain
her feeling weren't wrong and if Ranma and that Greedy panda's
training had taught her anything it was to use and trust her 
feelings.
 
Her suit's sensor and analysis system weren't flagging anything, but
right now she had the same feeling she got when trying to sneak up on
Ranma usually just before he looked directly at her and said 
"Gotcha".  Speaking aloud knowing the suit would record her words 
Rising Sun said "I think someone knows I'm around and are actively 
looking for me."

Focusing her vision on the Submerged submarine far below she again
tried to find a chink in it's hull shielding, but the layer of lead 
foil or possibly several layers of lead paint prevented her from 
probing inside.  That in of itself wasn't uncommon most warships were 
being retrofitted with lead shielding and sonic dampeners.

Kasumi was more disturb by the several shielded cargo vessels she had 
noticed moving in the waters around her home land all were outside 
Japan's territorial waters and most were headed to or from China and 
North Korea, mentally she noted the, names, position and course of 
each, it was something she had seen many times before, but it didn't 
hurt to notice.

Her government and the US were trying to get a UN treaty ratified
preventing non military vessels from shielding with lead, but it was
being held up in a subcommittee by Russia, China and several other
countries arguing about the exact wording.

So far all Japan and the US had been able to do about the 
distressingly large number of shielded merchant ships was declare 
them suspected warships, she felt sympathy for her friends in 
America, their senate was holding up a bill allowing them to turn 
away any cargo vessel that was shielded and they were fairly busy 
inspecting the ships when they entered America's territorial waters.
Thankfully Japan's politicians had finally put policies in place that 
allowed the turning away of shielded ships.

The feeling intensified and Kasumi again carefully searched the space
around her in an ever expanding sphere, after a moment she spoke
saying"Sensor Techs I'm certain they now have lockon, on a count of
three I'm going to try and break it. One. Two. Three!" Dropping 5000
meters abruptly Rising Sun sighed as the familiar feeling of being
held in cross hairs vanished and said "Sensor Techs they have lost me
for the moment see if you can find a difference in the sensor data
log."

Hovering directly above the submarine Kasumi checked her oxygen 
reserve and the status of her rebreather and then frowned at the rate 
her suit's memory was being filled she had less than two hours of 
full sensor bandwidth storage left, but she couldn't afford to rely 
on the suits programming to pick what signals to keep.  Settling back 
into a pattern of watching the submarine, the ocean and the air space 
above the sub, Rising Sun silently decided to wait ten minutes and if 
the watcher hadn't found her within that time she was going to drop 
back to one of the less memory intensive recording modes.


General Tzieun stared at the main display and whispered "Gotcha" it 
had taken billions and their best scientist years of trail and error 
research to decode and interpret the output from the alien 
spacecraft's sensor systems, but it had started paying off five years 
ago, when it had given them proof of overflights by American 
suborbital stealth spacecraft.

The General's smile turned to a puzzled frown as the system failed to 
gain target lock, they had perfected the interface for generating a 
visual display three years ago and it had given them the ability to 
gain detailed lockons to countless test objects and enemy assets from 
Japan's Rising Sun to America's stealth craft, but most importantly 
it gave them a good record of the countless incursions into China's 
airspace by Superman and Ultrawoman.  

Glancing at the other targets in range he noted the Japanese 
Destroyers and sub chaser aircraft were in full lockon he knew their 
position to within one meter and could do a scan down to a tenth of a 
meter.  Touching a finger to the symbol representing one of the 
Japanese planes he watched as a window opened and displayed what the 
hybrid sensor system had learned about the aircraft. After a few 
moments study, he dismissed the window and marvelled at what the 
alien system could tell him about the aircraft, it was soon going to 
have to turn back it's fuel reserves were low, was just one of the 
many things made clear.

Touching the fuzzy shape he watched as a window opened to a displayed 
that only raised questions.  According to what the alien sensors were 
saying the UFO wasn't emitting any heat, didn't reflect radio or 
light waves and wasn't emitting neutrino's. How or why the system 
even flagged that something was there, wasn't explained.   

Stepping Back Tzieun lip's thinned and he turned to a tech and
asked "How much power is being used by the Beta stations?".  His 
frown deepening when the tech pressed a key and window opened 
displaying the power. It was already at fifty percent, never before 
had more than half power been required to gain lock on. 

The Beta stations were the best copies Russian and Chinese science 
could, build, purchase or steal of the refrigerator sized sensor pods 
taken from the alien crash.  Each Beta was the size of a frigate and 
as long as power levels never exceeded 50 percent of what the 
original alien sensors could draw they appeared to be nearly perfect 
energy sinks with energy emission that more mundane sensors could 
barely glimpse.  Linking them back to the alien ship's control center 
via fiber optic cables allowed the control center to track and lockon 
to any object that was above the horizon.   

Tzieun  unconsciously assumed parade rest as he thought, he had been 
sure he would find Rising Sun or possibly one of the American 
ultramen dogging his countries submarine from near space, but now he 
wasn't so sure.  Rising Sun, Superman or any of America's flying 
ultramen were easily tracked and classified by the stations, but this 
was different. 

Ignoring the techs that were waiting expectantly General Tzieun 
stared at the display silently weighing pros and cons increasing the 
power of the active Beta station wasn't an option.  Two large craters 
now existed where alpha sites had once existed, expensive examples of 
the foolishness of boosting power, poor copies of alien technology 
gave new meaning to the term thermal runaway.

Really his only option was to bring another Beta on line, which had 
problems of it's own, counting the Russian sites they had fifteen 
Beta stations operational, scattered across both nations, but only a 
maximum of five could be active at one time a very small pie to 
divide. 

Finally making a decision he said "Maintain power on all active 
stations and prepare to switch out Russian Beta station..." Glancing 
at his counter part General Tzieun waited expectantly  for several 
heart beats before General Gorki finally spoke saying "Drop Leningrad 
station."  Continuing General Tzieun said"Bring the nearest above 
horizon Beta station on line and slowly build power until lockon is 
achieved."
 
Tzieun watched, pleased as the fuzzy vague target started to shrink 
and sharpen up, but after several minutes it become clear an 
additional station wasn't going to be enough.  The gains in detail 
had quickly slowed as the power reached thirty percent and what the 
information window displayed still raised more questions than answer.

General Tzieun his frown back in full force, stared at the screen as 
a vague cross hair pattern slowly faded into view dancing wildly over 
the fuzzy image, all stations capable of viewing the target were at 
50 percent power, this was the best they were going to get.  Cursing 
the New Kryptonians and their continued sharing of technology with 
their earthly turn coats, he silently glared at the fuzzy image 
trying to will more information from the target.

After a moment the General's glare lessened slightly at the thought 
of his nations own alien informants, at least they were holding 
nothing back as the ship and it's nonfunctional cybernetic crew 
slowly yielded a technology that might over match the turn coat 
Americans and possible even the New kryptonians.
 
His thoughts drawn partially from the target caused Tzieun's eyes to 
stray to an armoured panel concealing an array of key switches only a 
tenth were glowing the green of readiness and he knew even fewer were 
operational at the Beta stations, but each represented a powerful 
Laser reversed engineered from an alien cutting tool or one of the  
problematic magnetic pulse rail guns.  

"It's gone!" releasing the keys hanging around his neck Tzieun 
glanced first at the technician that had yelled and then at the 
display frowning at a code normally only seen when a target went 
below the horizon.  Tzieun spoke saying "I need information now! Find 
that UFO!" Turning to one of the techs he ordered "Show me a high 
resolution replay."

The main display was a hive of activity spurious target symbols 
appearing and vanishing at random with the remaining destroyers and 
UFO floating steady in the hash.  It had been an anxious twenty 
minutes of searching before the techs had cut out all computer 
filtering, after that it hadn't taken long to find and confirm the 
general location of the UFO.  As the target firmed up and General 
Tzieun realized it was still hovering over the sub apparently having 
only dropped a couple of kilometers he forbid a second attempt at 
lockon, instead ordering two Beta stations to slowly start ramping 
their power down.  It might have been a coincidence, but he knew that 
mundane sensors did sometimes glimpse what ever energy the Beta 
stations were using, his personal bet was on some sort of new 
American stealth probe, probably based on a recent New Kryptonian 
tech transfer. Looking at the display he thought now that we have you 
lets see just how far down we can turn the power and keep you.

General Tzieun picked the phone up and paused glancing one more time 
at the main display after a moment when he heard an answer on the 
other end he spoke saying only "Don't issue a recall let her do a 
long patrol."  Placing the phone back in it's cradle he turned to 
watch the UFO as he idly made mental bets about how long it would 
trail their submarine.



Kasumi sighed and grumbled silently the vague feeling of being 
watched had returned through it now felt more distant as she hovered 
over the submarine ordering up her rebreather telltales she sighed it 
was good for at least another three hours and her suits memory 
reserves were good for twice as long, since returning to the low 
bandwidth mode.

Kasumi carefully scanned the area above and below the oceans surface, 
the submerged vessel had just started a slow climb that would bring 
it to the surface in about an hour.  Jerking slightly and suddenly 
gaining a hundred meters in altitude when a warning flashed in the 
corner of her helmet, she mentally reprimanded her own nervousness 
and then quickly checked her rebreather's status and frowned, why did 
her it have to pick now to saturate. 

Kasumi ignored the slowly increasing frequency of the warning beep as
she watched the sub continue it's descent, it had slowed and
approached the surface and remained near periscope depth for nearly 
an hour and then altered course heading for the open ocean. 

Finally after an additional fifteen minutes of watching the sub 
settle into it's cruising speed and depth Kasumi turned for home and 
quickly dropped back into the atmosphere for a much needed breath of 
fresh air.   Her thoughts turning to an American dish she was 
planning to cook quickly replacing thoughts of enemy submarines and 
unseen watchers. 
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howard melton

God bless




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