Mission briefing
A man is reporting live from the field. In the background, are presumably industrial oil containers. He wears a brown suit over his normal clothes, holding a gas mask in his other arm.
"In this besieged city, Dr. Thrax makes his last stand against America.
The recent capture of a GLA oil field has cut off the funding for Dr. Thrax and his weapons research.
With his enemies closing in, the chemical-wielding warlord threatens to unleash missiles loaded with Gamma Toxin, among the most deadly nerve agents ever developed.
Hoping to prevent an incident even more catastrophic than the Baikonur disaster, the American response, is its signature "Shock and Awe" campaign.
Eliminating would surely decimate the GLA's offensive capabilities."
Air raid sirens begin to sound off, as the screen starts to "glitch."
"Further transmissions may be difficult. This is James Seabury, signing off."
[Location: Somewhere in the Middle East. Honestly i'm too lazy to try and remember.]
A pair of Humvees drive down a dirt road, patrolling the desert area just outside of a small city. It was up to them to defend the base until their general could construct a War Factory and start building Crusaders tanks.
Nobody knew how a bulldozer could quickly build a factory ready to produce vehicles with nothing but cash and a minute or two, but it was effective, so nobody questioned it.
As the Americans continued their patrol, they spotted something on the nearby hill.
"General, we've got a GLA encampment to the west here—"
BOOMBOOM!
One the Humvees spun out when one of the two tank shells struck its side.
"Runner 1, do you copy!"
"Oh fucking-! Marauder tank! And it's got two cannons!"
A Marauder tank. A fairly big, heavily armored tank. The turret was immobile, but made up for it in firepower.
Before the imposing tank could fire again...
"Fire!"
At first, the downed driver thought that he had driven straight into an ambush, and that the men with rocket launchers were here to finish him off.
Fwoosh!
Boomboomboomboomboom!
He looked up to see that the Marauder tank was simply now just a smoldering pile of wreckage.
"Americans! We shall fight them with you! That madman has gone too far!"
Several hours later...
The combined forces of the USA and the GLA defectors have began their siege on Dr. Thrax's heavily defended base.
Thrax's Biotractors sprayed a sickly blue substance at the approaching forces, but even such powerful Anthrax failed to melt through the reinforced Composite Armor of the Crusader tanks before getting several shells through the fronts, demolishing the repurposed farm vehicles.
"Hell yeah! Taste the power of freedom!"
"Yo, heads up! Rocket Buggies!" A swarm of rockets flew into the air, right down towards the tanks.
"No worries, we've got this. Tactical lasers online!" A pair Avenger AA trucks pull up, activating their laser turrets.
With precision shots, they slice, dice, and vaporize the missiles with ease.
"Americans! Watch out!"
A pair of GLA defector Technicals, armed with .50 cal MGs, pull up, spraying lead in the general direction of a large dump truck, filled with explosives and a highly determined driver, that was speeding towards them, striking the engine. The massive vehicle, having lost a critical piece, veers off-course, colliding with a nearby building and detonating with a massive blast, causing it to collapse.
"Woo! Yeah!"
"Hell yeah! Alright boys, we've got an appointment with the doctor, we mustn't be late!"
"Yes sir!"
Nearby, a defector GLA Worker digs a tunnel, allowing the USA forces to send in their Microwave Tanks, which disable several Stinger Sites with heat rays, allowing Tomahawk missile launchers to devastate them.
However, once they approached the entrance to Thrax's base, an ominous message was sent through the radio, one that sent chills down their spines, courtesy of Thrax himself.
"You have five minutes before I launch the missiles! Hahahaha!"
"Well, shit. Say, General, what are your orders?"
"Capture those rockets. We'll cover you with the superweapons, so that base can wait!"
"Roger that!"
Dr. Thrax, sitting in his own Command Center, gives out a sigh of relief.
"جنرال لواء (General), are you sure this is a good idea? The payloads aren't even full yet!"
"Relax! With this distraction, we can replenish our forces and take them out!"
Just then, a Worker ran into the room.
"General! A strange building appeared in our base!"
The mad doctor raised an eyebrow at this new revelation. But before he could say anything...
-VWOOOOOOM!-
The General barely manages to scramble away as a bright blue Particle Cannon strike cuts into the Command Center.
"Oh shit!"
With the combined efforts of the USA and the GLA Defectors, they tear through Thrax's forces, securing the massive ICBMs, preventing them from being launched.
However, despite getting softened up by Particle Cannons and Scud Missiles, Thrax's forces suddenly pull a massive counteroffensive, in the form of a large wave of Marauder Tanks. Once again the main attack force was distracted, so the madman takes this time to plan his escape. Apparently, they figured out that the mysterious structure the worker had mentioned lead to an entirely new world.
You see, Dr. Thrax was never one for actual "Global Liberation". He simply wanted to watch the world corrode away (Because, you know, burning stuff is a Chinese thing in this world) as he perfected his strains of Anthrax and Gamma Toxins, whose lethality was on par with that of the aftermath of a nuke. But by joining the GLA, he was able to obtain the resources required to do this. In return, he supplies them with the toxins needed for their bioweapons. It was a win-win situation!.
But if he wasn't around to administer the poisons, then it would all be for naught.
Luckily for him, his (remaining) followers were amongst the most radical of GLA, and blindly followed his orders to cover his escape.
"Fuck me! Treads are out!"
"Agh! We've lost another one!"
"Requesting air support!"
"Roger that! Let's give 'em an airshow!"
Squadrons of A-10 Warthogs flew over the battlefield, firing their GAU-8 Avengers, tearing through several Quad Cannons that, to no avail, attempted to strike them down. Then, they turn around, unleashing swarms of missile, mercilessly destroying a large number of GLA tanks. This, in turn, allows several of the defectors to retaliate with their own Marauder rush, accompanied by several Combat Cycles.
It's tank and cycle against tank action, until the USA General finally reinforces them with a backup unit of additional Crusaders, Comaches, Avengers, and Tomahawk Launchers, which easily help wipe out the GLA forces.
Unfortunately, they weren't fast enough, a Spy Drone caught sight of Dr. Thrax escaping in a Technical.
"Oh no you don't!"
"Beta squad, after him! Everyone else, cover them! Make sure nobody else escapes!"
In the midst of the chaotic smackdown as the mad doctor fled through a massive stone archway, several of the Humvees and Defector Combat Cycles gave chase, followed up by a small group of other USA and GLA defector vehicles.
And as if that weren't enough, one of the Comaches swooped downwards, and flew right into the Gate.
Court martial be damned, he's got large enough steel balls for this.
It was certainly a lot bigger on the inside.
Eerie blue lights cascaded over their vehicles, hot on the trail of Dr. Thrax.
"Welp, this is definitely not an oversized underground tunnel, that's for sure!"
"What the hell?"
"Not gonna lie, but damn, that's actually pretty cool."
"Men, focus on the objective!"
Sure enough, as the saying goes, there is a light at the end of the "tunnel".
What they find is a big difference compared to what they just came out of.
Instead of sand and stone, they discovered a lush landscape, seemingly untouched by man.
"My god...how they hell did they get this?!"
Once all of them, including the Comache helicopter, passed through the exit of the Gate, none of them had noticed the GLA Bomb Trucks sitting next to the sides.
-BOOM!-
They detonated, releasing their massive payloads of explosives. The sides of the archways cracked and shattered like glass.
With the catalyst of a link between dimensions now gone, there was a great reaction.
The fabric of space snapped back into place, releasing a large shockwave that sent anything that didn't weigh more than a Crusader, belonging to the USA and GLA forces, several feet flying through the air. The airborne Comache was knocked off balance, veering dangerously and threatening to crash into the ground. The pilot sharply pulls the throttle to the right, successfully averting the inevitable.
"Runner 3, do you copy?!"
"General?!"
"General! Come in! GENERAAAL!"
A great distance away, a small group of horse-riding soldiers watch as the Gate exploded.
"We're going back to the Capital. The invasion will have to be called off."