A.N: This story isn't gonna be updated too often since I'm already working on another, so just fyi. Also don't be afraid to point out any historical inaccuracies .

The sun rose upon another miserable day. It's heat made Sergeant Major Thomas Stevenson wonder why he was forced to wear a full long sleeved uniform in the heat of the Texas summer. The year was 1899 for crying out loud, why did they still have to use these heavy things?

"Howdy Sarge," a Corporal known as Jefferson greeted, "you still too much of a Yankee for this fine weather?" Corporal Jefferson came from a long line of Texans, all the way back to before the Republic of Texas.

"Give me a cigar, Corporal."

"Yes, sir!" The Corporal smartly saluted before handing his sergeant the requested cigar.

Said sergeant gratefully took it and stuck it into his mouth, satisfied.

"Careful, Sarge, heard from the ole Doc that cigars are bad for you. Besides, don't you think it's too hot for a smoke?"

"Ah so you Southerners also think it's hot."

"Well I-uh," the corporal knew he'd been beaten and looked away.

The sergeant chuckled before going back to looking over the barren grassland.

Something was there.

The sergeant rubbed his eyes. No, something was most definitely there.

"Corporal hand me the telescope! We may have ourselves an interesting morning."

The corporal handed his sergeant the telescope.

A large marble building stood nearly behind a hill.

"Either some local outlaw learned how to build like a Roman, and has the ability to instantly create buildings, or something odd is going on." The sergeant thrust the telescope back into the waiting hands of the corporal, "alert all troops at once. I want a scouting party to head west to that strange building. I want you to lead them."

"Yes sir!" The corporal smartly saluted before rushing off.

The Imperial Army lay in wait. This was their first attempt at conquering another world, and they knew they would not fail.

The general waited for the perfect moment to blow the horn. A great silence lay over all the soldiers…not even the Wyverns made a noise.

"ALL TROOPS…ADVANCE!"

They gained ground quickly; each man wondered what another world would look like. The adrenaline flowed through their veins.

However far it seemed that the Roman building was, it certainly was closer than that. Now the soldiers stood there with a Gatling-gun aimed towards the only opening on the building, not knowing quite what to do.

"I swear I heard some shouting," said one private.

"Bah! There ain't nothin', partner, just your own imagination," responded another. They quickly got into an argument.

Jefferson looked back into the darkness that lay within the Roman building. Is that?

"SOMEONE MAN THE DAMN GATLING!" He shouted, "THERE'S SOMETHING COMING FROM THE BUILDING!"

One man looked into the Roman building, then glanced at the corporal, announced he was going to alert the fort and ran off to the east. They all knew he'd get there, and then run.

"What a bloody coward!" One English private exclaimed. Everyone agreed.

"If anything moves, kill it," Jefferson told the machine-gunners. They simply nodded back.

The first of the Imperial soldiers broke through into the bright light and heat of this new World and were immediately killed by some loud beast. Then came the second, and then the third. They all shared the same fate.

Then someone intelligent yelled for everyone to fall back.

"What the hell were we just hit by?!"

"Where's Artimus?! Anyone seen Artimus?! He was in the third wave!"

"I'M MISSING MY ARM!"

Only a single squad was left to defend the fort. This was dangerous, yes, but necessary for it seemed that an entire army was attacking said fort.

"Corporal!" Thomas exclaimed, "report!"

Jefferson smartly saluted before doing so, "we've managed to repel the initial attack with just our force and the Gatling. It seems we're fighting the Romans," he pointed to one of the enemy corpses, "which is prolly why it was so easy."

"Alright, they say the greatest defense is offense, leave your horses here. I want a squad to man the horseless carriage and another couple to carry the rest of the machine-guns. We're going into this strange portal-building thing."

They all saluted and quickly prepared for entry.

A message was telegraphed to Washington. They were going into another world.