Alternate Histories: Pearl Harbor 2.0


by GeekSeven

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For the Japanese, the attack on Pearl Harbor on December 7th 1941 was a
tactical and logistical triumph, but a strategic disaster. They failed to catch
the American aircraft carriers. By concentrating on the prestige Battleships,
targets which would prove to be more important to the course of the war were
left intact. More importantly, the calculation that a decisive strike at Pearl
Harbor would quickly drive the US to make peace and cede the Pacific Theater to
the Japanese was mistaken. Instead, the US was roused to a total war that Japan
could not hope to win.

But what if three bored Japanese supergirls with incredible powers had
traveled back in time to November 1941 and offered their services to the Empire
of Japan?

*****

Seaman Ernest Ross had not had any breakfast yet and already he was being
forced to confront a number of seemingly impossible things. The fact that the
Empire of Japan had declared war on the USA was not a huge surprise. Everyone
in the Pacific Fleet knew that a confrontation with the increasingly bold
Japanese was inevitable. What was a surprise was that they had both the will
and the ability to mount a massive air assault on the headquarters of the
Pacific Fleet itself.

Ross could see the first wave of slow-moving torpedo bombers flying towards
the harbor with his own eyes. There were no American planes in the air to
oppose them; Ross did not know that Japanese dive bombers were already pounding
the airstrips where American planes were parked close together to prevent
sabotage, not ready for rapid deployment.

The really surprising thing, the thing that was causing Ross to doubt his own
sanity, was not the squadrons of torpedo bombers heading for the harbor and the
ship on which he stood, but the fact that three young women appeared to be
flying alongside them. He re-focused his binoculars again and again as he
tracked the progress of the planes and the impossible flying women.

The flying women were Japanese, young and incredibly beautiful. He had no
doubt now that they were real. There were no ropes, lines or wires that could
be holding them up and no mannequin could move in such a life-like fashion.
Each of the women was dressed in clothes the likes of which Ross had never seen
in his life. The styles were extremely revealing and nothing like the fashions
that he had seen anywhere in the US or during his travels around the Pacific
Ocean.

The first woman was dressed in a tight-fitting dress that was cut incredibly
short, barely covering the top of her legs. The material was shimmering white
with a red geometric pattern around the hem. She wore long white gloves that
extended just past the elbow and tight white boots that came to around mid
calf. The woman had brown hair cut in a short style that Ross found almost as
shocking as her sexy attire. Her face was pretty and she was smiling,
apparently joyful to be flying alongside the bombers on that clear December
morning.

The second woman had lighter brown hair cut in a similar style, but the rest
of her outfit was very different, although equally risque. She wore a tight
black pair of leather shorts that were shorter and tighter than anything he had
seen outside of the flesh pits of Singapore. Her silver top, held up by thin
straps, was cut short, exposing her perfectly flat tummy and her belly button;
and cut low to reveal a hint of cleavage. She wore a black choker around her
delicate neck and a pair of what appeared to be cowboy boots. Ross wondered if
this was her way of taunting the Americans.

The third woman had hair that was darker than the other two, almost black. She
wore a pair of skintight black leather pants, a silver top that came barely a
couple of inches below her perky breasts and a short black silk bolero jacket
that covered her shoulders and not much else. She wore a pair of short black
gloves. Her expression was a lot more serious than that of the other women and
Ross thought that she might perhaps be the leader of the group.

As they entered the harbor, the lead bombers released their torpedoes and
turned back, but the young women kept flying onward. They swooped lower until
they were flying barely a foot above the water. From his high perch, Ross saw
that they were heading straight for the USS Nevada, a battleship. Were they
going to fly into the ship, or would they pull up? He could not figure out what
three flying women were planning to do against a battleship; they carried no
weapons of any kind.

Ross' questions were answered in horrifying fashion when the three women hit
the battleship at the waterline and punched three holes in side of the hull. A
few seconds later, they reappeared on the other side of the ship, apparently
having flown all the way through.

The USS Nevada was taking on water, but the Japanese superwomen were not
finished with her yet. They swooped up and flew several hundred feet into the
air, then they simultaneously executed perfect 180 degree somersaults and dived
back down towards the battleship. They increased their speed, flying faster and
faster towards the deck of the wounded ship. As they approached, they separated
so that they would hit different parts of the ship. The one in the white mini
dress struck the bridge in the middle of the ship, the one wearing the black
leather shorts struck a gun turret towards the front of the ship and the women
wearing the impossibly tight leather pants struck the back of the ship,
directly above the boiler room.

The bridge of the ship came apart as the first woman flew into it, sending
steel debris flying. Ross could not be sure from where he stood, but he thought
he saw parts of one of the deck officers jumbled up with the debris, indicating
that the girl had flown through him on her way down. Shortly after that, the
second girl hit the turret at the front of the battleship; the magazine
exploded, tearing a massive hole in the front of the ship. Another explosion
ripped through the back of the ship as the third girl must have smashed her way
through the boiler room.

Ross was sad to see the USS Nevada crippled by the explosions, but he was also
relieved. Nobody could have survived those massive explosions, so at least two
of the impossible Japanese women were dead.

Or so he thought. It took him a while to notice, because it seemed so unreal,
but a heavy cruiser was rising out of the water and high into the air. His
heart skipped a beat as he trained his binoculars under the huge ship and saw
the two women he had thought destroyed holding up each end. They did not appear
to be straining at all, as if holding up thousands of tons of naval hardware
was no more effort to them than lifting a small piece of fruit.

He could not see the other woman, the one in the white dress. Then he noticed
that the cruiser was starting to buckle. The third woman was pushing down on
the center of the ship from above while the other two pushed up from either
end. He could not hear it above the din of the battle, but he imagined the
sounds the metal must be making as it was put under enormous strain. Within a
handful of seconds, the women had folded the ship and snapped it in two. They
released their grip and flew off, leaving the two halves of the stricken ship
to fall into the water where they immediately sank.

While he had been watching the supergirls sink two of the US Navy's finest
ships, the Japanese air attack had continued. The conventional bombs and
torpedoes were not as effective as the godlike women, but they were still doing
plenty of damage. The US response had been hampered by a lack of preparedness
for a surprise attack, but anti-aircraft guns were now starting to return fire
and sailors were scrambling to get their ships underway. Ross realized that he
had duties to attend to and forced himself to turn away from watching the
incredible women. He hoped that somebody would figure out a way to stop them
before they reached his ship.

The assault went on. Every time the Americans started some kind of counter
attack, the Japanese superwomen would intervene and beat it back with little
apparent effort on their part. They swooped in and tore anti-aircraft guns
apart, shrugging off multiple direct hits as if they were less than mosquito
bites. They picked off the US ships one at a time, prioritizing the ones that
were able to get underway and stopping them in their tracks. When they
destroyed a ship, they tore it to pieces, leaving no hope that it could be
re-floated at any time.

As he scrambled across the deck towards the gun turret that he was assigned
to, Ross saw a small handful of US aircraft moving to attack incoming Japanese
bombers. With a sick feeling in his stomach, he saw the superwomen intercept
them at impossible speeds. They would straddle the front of a plane and reach
into the cockpit, smashing through the glass like tissue paper; they would grab
the pilot and tear him out of the plane and toss him casually over their
shoulder. He remembered spying on the women as they had approached Pearl
Harbor; it was hard to believe that they could be so lovely and yet so deadly.

Ross' ship was just a destroyer, which made it a relatively low priority
target, at least until it got underway or brought its guns to bear. Part of him
was relieved that his fellow crew members were so disorganized that it was
taking a while for them to join the fray.

The Japanese aircraft were concentrating their attack on the battleships, but
the superwomen seemed to be intent on destroying every ship and facility in
Pearl Harbor. They picked up submarines and threw them like javelins, aiming
them at air strips inland. They flew into fuel storage facilities, which went
up in flames, engulfing huge portions of the base in fire. They tore the repair
facilities apart, sending huge pieces of machinery flying apart. Ross didn't
know it, but they destroyed the building housing the cryptographers who were
working to break the Japanese cyphers, killing most of them when the building
collapsed and hunting down the rest like bloodhounds and snapping their neck
with their delicate hands.

Whenever Ross caught sight of one of the women, she would be smiling and
happy, seemingly joyful at the destruction that came to her so easily.
Eventually there was so little else left of interest that they turned their
attention to Ross' ship. He looked to starboard and saw one of the women
hovering in the air only a few feet from the side of the ship. It was the one
who wore the tight leather pants. He couldn't help himself from staring at her;
she was the most perfectly beautiful woman he had ever seen. A couple of
marines had the presence of mind to raise their rifles and shoot at her. The
bullets struck her flat stomach and shattered into vicious pieces of shrapnel;
Ross felt some strike his face. The woman laughed and flew up to the marines.
She tore the rifle from one of the men, taking his finger with it. She snapped
the rifle into two pieces over her knee. Now that she was closer to him, Ross
could see that she was really quite petite. He almost vomited when he saw what
she did next. She had one half of the broken rifle in each hand; she threw one
half at each of the two marines, so fast that her hands and the rifle parts
moved faster than his eye could follow. They struck the two marines in the
head, removing around two thirds in a spray of gore.

The woman flew past Ross on her way back to the side of the ship. A sharp pain
suddenly hit him and he realized that she must have brushed his arm as she went
by, because it was missing from his shoulder down. As he collapsed to the
ground and started to lose consciousness from lack of blood, he saw that the
woman was pushing the ship over on its side. He slid across the leaning deck
and over the side. He died just before his body hit the water of Pearl Harbor.

The one bright spot of the Pearl Harbor massacre, that the US aircraft
carriers had not been there at the time of the attack, was soon extinguished. A
day after the attack, the carriers were attacked and sunk by unknown Japanese
forces. No Japanese naval or aircraft activity was seen in the area. Two
survivors were eventually recovered and they talked of three lovely young women
with incredible powers who had mercilessly torn the ships apart. For all
intents and purposes, the US Pacific Fleet had been destroyed.

*****

How does the course of World War II change as a result of the intervention of
the three superwomen?

Within a few months, the United States are forced to concede the Pacific to
the Japanese, who rampage across south-east Asia with little opposition. Any
attempts made to beat them back are easily extinguished by one or more of the
superwomen who show no mercy. Using scientific and technological knowledge that
they have brought back from the future, the superwomen revolutionize Japan's
industrial base and make their military the most advanced in the world.

The United States and her allies concentrated on winning the war in Europe,
while the Manhattan Project is undertaken in the hope that an atomic bomb would
be an effective weapon against the Japanese superwomen.

Germany is defeated in Europe, the Japanese having repeatedly refused to lend
their superwomen to help. By the time Germany surrenders, the superwomen have
seized control of the Empire of Japan; they rule as a "Trinity of
God-Empresses".

In July 1945, observers at the first test of the US atomic bomb in New Mexico
are shocked when the three superwomen fly to the site and stand around the
bomb, joking and laughing. The bomb is detonated successfully, but when the
dust clears the three women are seen to be unharmed. After this display of
invulnerability, they proceed to destroy every secret atomic research facility
in the U.S. Shortly after this, one of the women delivers a Japanese atomic
bomb to San Diego, which is destroyed in the blast.

The next day, one of the Empresses smashes through the roof of the Oval Office
and delivers an Ultimatum to President Truman. She refuses to speak anything
other than Japanese. When a translator arrives, he explains that she is
demanding the immediate unconditional surrender of the United States.

The US hesitates and the Empire launches a devastating nuclear attack on the
East Coast and an invasion of the West Coast. After three months, 90% of the
population of the United States is dead.

Other nations of the world line up to sue for peace with the Empire of Japan.
The three young women have achieved their goal of total global domination.