Prologue: The Closing of the Second American Civil War
It was the year 2032 when the world as we know it vanished in a bright flash. Everything was drastically changed by the Flash. Radiation poisoned the land and its people, the government no longer in power, and chaos spreading across the land. However in the year 2033, a group of men and women, bearing the red, white, and blue flag of the supposedly fallen United States rose from the ashes and began its long and dangerous mission of rebuilding the nation that was once fallen. They called themselves the United States Civilization Preservation Force, a backup plan that President McCormick sanctioned when he feared that nuclear war was eminent. Their goal was to reunite the former United States, bring society back up from the blow, and restore order and peace. Something my ancestors did when defending pre-Flash USA.
However, not all things go the way the USCPF hoped they would roll. Several years later, the Civilian Defense Front was created by disgruntled civilians that believed America should have stayed dead and wanted a new nation over them. I can't really blame them for that feeling. At first the USCPF and CDF worked together as they helped rebuild the lands and fought off feral mutants, ACMF remnants, bandit groups and other dangerous groups. However in the year 2096, greed overcame the CDF and they started a war over resources in New Atlanta. The USCPF instantly declared that the Eastern Coast would be at war with the CDF while the Western USCPF remained on high alert. The CDF began to send its men to the east to use its numbers to defeat the outnumbered but better trained USCPF soldiers. As a result, the war has been going on for eleven years now.
Despite this disadvantage, the USCPF, now regained control of the rest of the United States and thanks to its better technology and military gear, began to drive back the CDF all the way back to New Atlanta. By the year, 2107, the CDF and USCPF sat down at a conference and discuss a peace treaty. In the end though, the CDF, after realizing that they had been fighting their own brothers and sisters over a bunch of land and resources, dissolved and was absorbed into the USCPF. The pointless war was over. I made sure that was made so. After all, what would I have been if Roycewicz hadn't taken me on as his running candidate.
But that's aside the point. There was an incident involving an army from Brazil calling itself the MEB. They had set their sights on gaining our homeland but thanks to two USCPF Special Operation units called the Marauders and the USCPF Marine Corps 32nd MARSOC Company, they won't be coming back soon. And before you ask, yes, that massive explosion out at sea was the MEB fleet going down into the Atlantic Ocean. You can thank 32nd Company for that while thanking the Marauders for driving the land forces back.
Anyway, back on track. So peace has now finally arrived across the now-revived United States. Of course, our work is far from complete but it's a major victory. However on November 20th of 2107, something happened in New Atlanta, the USCPF's new capital. (On a side note, it was an agreement that could be made until DC was rebuilt or couldn't be rebuilt.) No one expected it or seen anything like it, but one thing was clear. The USCPF had now two fronts to contend to now.
Chapter One: The Gate
November 20th, 2107
New Atlanta, Georgia, United States of America
1032 Hours
It was a rather chilly day in the bustling capital city of the United States of America. People were walking down the sidewalks or driving whatever vehicles they rebuilt among the large amount of Humvees and Jeeps used by USCPF military personnel. Civilians now could walk the streets without fear of dying from battle. There was an open air market in the middle of the city, selling fruits and grains from the farmland up north of the city. In the center of the said market, a large statue of two men with arms around each other shoulders in a position of walking. Each carried different weapons in the other hand and had on military uniforms. This was the statue of a USCPF soldier and a CDF militant, signifying a new unity as a nation as well as a memorial to the lives sacrificed by both sides in the war.
As various civilians milled about the place and bought various produce, one little girl holding her teddy bear stopped suddenly and gaped at a strange sight. People all around stopped soon and were confused by the sight of a gate fading into the middle of a major city. It looked like an ancient archway, but the fact that it just appeared into the middle of the city made people think otherwise. Several nearby USCPF soldiers rushed to the scene and looked at it in amazement. One of the USCPF soldiers approached the gate slowly, mesmerized by the strange portal the archway surrounded.
Instantly a large scaled creature rushed out of the portal, the wind rush literally sending the soldier into the air. The knocked out body and the clatter of the soldier's Levi-3 submachine gun instantly caused the people to back away from the portal as they witnessed the beast take off and fly. A moment later, a large column of what appeared to be Ancient Roman soldiers marched out of the wall, carrying shields and spears. One of them rode on a horse behind them alongside a long line of archers. The remaining USCPF soldiers in that area pulled back their knocked out friend, still shocked about this sight. The horse rider grinned before shouting something in a strange language. The archers raised their bows and drew their strings back.
This caused the USCPF soldiers to start yelling at civilians to run. Unfortunately they hesitated too long. The archers released their strings and arrows started to fill the air. The whistles of screaming arrows rained down on the fleeing crowd, many ending the lives of people who had believed that peace could finally stand. Some USCPF soldiers were killed in the initial arrow attack, however the rest in that area raised their Levi-3 SMGs and returned fire. The Roman wannabes had their shields up which the smaller 9mm rounds simply were stopped or bounced right off the metal. Seeing this, the soldiers were forced to fall back immediately. The Romans charged after them, raising their swords from their sheaths to kill, loot and rape.
The innocents that didn't move out of the way in time were murdered by the Roman soldiers, no mercy being shown towards them. In fact, the little girl with the teddy bear from earlier was about to meet the same fate as so many others after she tripped over a fallen USCPF soldier's rifle. A Roman wannabe was about to bring his sword down when another man tackled him to the ground. The newcomer grabbed the sword hand while pulling out a mean looking Ka-Bar Knife of his own. He instantly stabbed the Roman wannabe through his metal chest armor plates multiple times. The girl looked up at her savior, amazed by his uniform.
The man was clearly from the Southern United States due to his hispanic features and black hair that was kept in a military cut. He wore olive-drab and black combat boots, a pair of olive drab BDU pants, a short sleeved woodland tiger camouflage BDU top under a green kevlar vest, and had a green beret resting on his head. On his left shirt sleeve was a patch with a red border and a yellow background. It had blue waves at the bottom and a red arrow pointing up at a crosshair that rested on the top. This emblem was the patch of the USCPF Marine Corps 32nd MARSOC Company.
The 32nd Marine immediately sheathed his knife and picked up the girl. He rushed away from the advancing enemy, hugging the girl closely to his vest his his combat gloved hands. Arrows fell all around them and several managed to get lodged into the back of his Kevlar vest. However the vest did its job with the plates inside it, preventing the arrows from piercing. He reached a nearby air raid shelter that had been used in the war as several armed Humvees and Jeeps pulled up. The gunners aimed and began to fire at the Roman warriors, causing them to panic. The 32nd Marine handed the girl back to her mother, reuniting the family.
"Alice! Oh! I was so worried about you, baby! Oh thank Lord you're safe!" The mother cried, hugging her daughter close to her. The girl returned the hug and spoke back.
"No, mommy! Don't thank Lord. Thank the man who saved me!" The girl replied, pointing her finger at the 32nd Marine running back into the fray. The woman watched as the brave man ran through both friendly fire and arrows flying all around. He rushed over to a wounded USCPF who took an arrow to his upper right thigh and picked him up. The soldier groaned in pain at the movement, the Marine rushing him back to friendly lines. Multiple people, against the orders of USCPF soldiers, stuck their heads out and watched the scene. The Marine repeated this process several times, often receiving more arrows on his vest.
However, during the fifteenth time back, carrying a boy who had been stabbed in the gut, an arrow managed to land a wound on him. The Marine's eyes widened at the pain but pushed on, making it to the shelter. As medics rushed up to treat the boy, one of them noticed that the Marine ripped off his vest and noticed that there was an arrow that embedded itself into his right butt cheek. This caused the medic to lay him down and remove the arrow from his rear. The strange shout in Spanish is still talked about to this day.
"MADRE LOS DIAS! MI CULO DUELE! " A loud shout could be heard as USCPF forces finished annihilating the Romans and now dubbed Dragons and Ogres that accompanied them. In the end, the people of New Atlanta were safe but not without a price. Over three hundred civilians and USCPF military personnel were killed in the attack while the enemy lost an estimate of 60,000 of their own forces. If it weren't for the fighting force of the USCPF Military, the casualties might have been higher.
The Next Day
November 21st, 2107
New Atlanta, Georgia, United States of America
1200 Hours
(Cue Music: USMC Hymn)
President Charles Roycewicz of the United States of America stood at the podium outside the Capitol Building as he announced the reward the 32nd Company Marine had earned for his actions yesterday. The Marine stood in front of the crowd, wearing the famous Dress Blue uniform that the old USMC had once worn, now adopted by their predecessors the USCPFMC.
"When I first read the report about this young man, my first thought was that there is no way this can be the same Marine. He was just too efficient, too serious, too ready to be that same Marine that I promoted to Second Lieutenant three years ago back during the war. Mainly must have been the fact he was no longer acting like the nervous kid he once was." This earned light laughter from the crowd behind the Marine. The Marine himself just stood at attention, not showing any emotion. "However, it seems this young man has once again proven that I did not make a mistake about his promotion. This man, Second Lieutenant Miguel Rodriguez Pineda, not only risked his life for another, but did this not once. Not twice. Not even three times. No. The Lieutenant rushed through that hail of fire with nothing more than a knife and managed to save fifteen civilians and wounded comrades combined without one thought of his own safety. However he was stopped by a wound in place that I am not a liberty to say the same time that USCPF reinforcements managed to eliminate the rest of the raiders that stepped into our capitol. Unfortunately while I would gladly give him a medal for this, we don't have any available...yet."
At this point the President got down from his podium, a small microphone fixed onto his lapel. "Instead, I feel like this Marine should be promoted to the rank of First Lieutenant and receive a medal once we figure out what medal he should get." The President walked over to the Marine and pull out a set of 1st LT rank pins. He removed the Second Lieutenant pins from the Marine's uniform before pinning the new set of pins to his collar. The President stepped back and shook the 32nd Marine's hand before stepping back to his podium. "In any case, from now on, carry on with your work, First Lieutenant. You are all dismissed!"
About Three Months Later...
February 19th, 2108
New Atlanta, Georgia, United States of America
Countryside Road 10 Miles away from the USCPF Military Base
1700 Hours
Miguel was running down the country-side road that led to the USCPF military base outside of the city. He was currently wearing olive-drab gym shorts and a gray t-shirt that had the USCPFMC emblem on it. He wanted to stay in space despite his sore ass from the arrow yesterday. As he jogged down the road, he was suddenly joined by a familiar face he knew from the war.
"Colonel McCloud! Didn't expect to see you here!" The twenty-five year old greeted, the older man nodding his head. Colonel Drake McCloud was a white male that had served as the XO of 32nd Company during the war. He was the brilliant mind behind the plan that drove the MEB out of the United States once and for all. Now promoted, he was in charge of maintaining the company's supplies, equipment, planning and training.
"Neither did I expect you to be so suicidal on your twenty-fifth birthday a few months back, First Lieutenant!" The colonel joked, earning a grin from the Hispanic. The two had been friends ever since they first met on a small USCPF fort in Hawaii called Fort Outlook. The first time they had meet, Miguel was an eighteen-year-old Corporal fresh out of the brutal training camp that 32nd MARSOC Company trained its Marines. When Drake meet Miguel, the Colonel was a Captain leading the 32nd Company on various missions across the ruined city of Pearl Harbor.
"Well excuse me if I didn't want to see innocent civilians and wounded get slaughtered by those time-traveling motherfuckers!" Miguel retorted, jogging alongside the Colonel. The Colonel snorted at this before shaking his head.
"Likewise, Lieutenant. But I do have one question for you. What were you doing there in the city instead of being at the pass and review for the Vice President?" The Colonel questioned, causing the other 32nd Company Marine to roll his eyes.
"I think you and I both know the answer by now." Miguel replied, causing the Colonel to laugh at this. It was no secret to anyone in the military that the Vice President of the USCPF was none other than Angelica Pineda, Miguel's mother. However due to his fear of being embarrassed by his mother, the Marine would always hide from her whenever she visited their bases he was assigned to. In fact, when his mother was just a General of the USCPF Army, Miguel managed to dig a hole under one of the artillery guns back at Fort Outlook in Hawaii and would hide under it when his mother visited. To this day, it's still called Miguel's Foxhole for that sole reason.
"Well. I guess it worked out for fifteen people and their families that day. However you really need to stop this hiding from your mother ordeal. No way she can be that embarrassing." The Colonel pointed out, earning a disagreeing head shake from the First Lieutenant.
"Its because everyone knows my mother is VP that I have yet to get a girlfriend for over twenty five years of my entire life." Miguel glares back, earning a visible grimace and wince from the Colonel. That was definitely a solid fact that could prevent anyone from having a relationship. The Colonel nodded at this thought until he remembered something.
"Hey, Lieutenant. Race you back to the base! The entire Company just received some new gifts from DECorp and the President himself!" The Colonel shouted, getting a head start on Miguel. The Lieutenant immediately raced after him, shouting back.
"Wait! That's cheating, Colonel! What did we get this time!?"
USCPF Military Base outside of New Atlanta
USCPFMC 32nd MARSOC Company Barracks
1713 Hours
"Oh...my...God!...It's...It's awesome!" A 32nd Company Marine exclaimed in happiness as he wore his new Tiger Camo woodland pants with his shirt. The USCPF had now been issued new pants to replace the old olive drab pants, completing the uniform finally. They had been also issued new Level 3 Kevlar vests, knee pads, elbow pads, MTV vests in case of emergencies, a new LWH helmet, and night vision goggles. They also had received a Flame Resistant Organizational Gear uniform, a set of Utility uniforms with the cover, and fresh new Dress Blues
The First Lieutenant stepped out of his new quarters, wearing his new FROG uniform, combat gloves, a MTV vest, knee and elbow pads, a LWH with goggles on it covered by a cover, and carried a TSR-29 with a Holographic Sight and Underbarrel M203 Grenade launcher on his back. He looked down at the new gear before voicing an interesting thought. "While I think the upgrade was in dire need, it also makes me question why are we getting upgraded now when we are not fighting an enemy in the US?"
"Well we will need because of the damn gate." The Colonel replied, wearing the new Marine Corps Combat Utility Uniform (MCCUU) with a short sleeved shirt and a eight-point cover on his head. On his back, he had an older version of the original TSR Assault Rifle on his back. The TSR was a mix between the design of the M14 Rifle and the three-round burst fire of the M16A4. It fired 5.56 rounds for its AR version while the DMR version chambered 7.62 rounds. It had the stopping power that the Levi-3 lacked, but due to the number of the TSR-29s created, only the USCPFMC, USCPF Recon, and the USCPF Marauders could be able to use the TSR-29. "Recon has been sent to the other side of the gate and has reported another world on their side. So now, the President has decided to send the USCPF through the gate to find the assholes responsible for the attack three months ago and either take them down or make them stand down. And 32nd Company is going in the first wave as the pride of the USCPF Marine Corps."
The news made all the Marines of the Company shout "Oorah" or "Damn right". However Miguel just simply nodded his head before sighing. He had missed his chance to be able to visit the rest of his family that ran the ranch back home in China Grove, Texas. He hadn't seen his younger brother, Juan, or his father, a retired USCPF Marine, since he was transferred over to the frontlines of the Second American Civil War in 2102. "Well...So much for visiting my little brother..."
The Colonel had to hide his amused smirk when he heard the First Lieutenant meanted about his younger brother. What the MARSOC Marine had not been told is that back in June 2107, former Gunnery Sergeant Carlos Hernandez-Pineda and Vice President Angelica Pineda signed up their seventeen-year-old son, Juan Fernando Pineda, to be enlisted into the USCPFMC branch of service. In fact, the boy had passed with flying colors, he was also selected and passed MARSOC training with the rank of Corporal, just like his older brother before him. "Yeah about that..."
Suddenly the door to the entrance of the 32nd Company Barracks slammed open and a short 32nd Company Marine ran into the room. He was loaded down with his gear, decked out similar to the First Lieutenant except he was carrying a large pack full of the rest of his equipment. He was shouting out something as he rushed down the hall. "Senor! This is Corporal Ju-Whoa!"
At that moment, the Marine slipped and fell to the floor, his gear clattering out of his pack. The Marines instantly rushed to him and helped gathered his gear. The small Marine shook his head for a moment before looking directly up at the Colonel. "Corporal Juan Pineda reporting in as ordered, Sir!"
The young Marine had the same color skin as Miguel and had brown eyes that the Colonel and First Lieutenant could see from under his helmet. He had a couple of bandaids on his face, most needed due to his slightly clumsy nature. He let out a nervous grin at the two officers as he was pulled to his feet. Miguel's eyes widened at this and everyone was surprised when he grabbed onto Juan's vest and began to shake him around. "What the hell are you doing here!? I thought you would be staying home and watching over the ranch like I asked you to do!?"
The younger Marine grinned at this before rubbing the back of his neck with his gloved hand. "Well...After you left, everyone else in town began to enlist with either the CDF and USCPF to participate in the war effort. Well I waited and tried to stay at the ranch but I really wanted to be with you helping the USCPF. So once I turned seventeen, mom and dad approved of the enlistment and I went off to basic in March of 2107."
Miguel sighed at this before letting go of his younger brother. He held his face with his hands before asking another question. "So now you are in our unit now...correct?"
"Si, hermano!" Juan replied, giving him a thumbs up as he placed his pack back on. Miguel groaned, rubbing his face. He moved his hands off of his face, revealing his unhappy expression. He looked a mix between just depressed and slightly exhausted. He eventually looked back at his younger brother and just nodded his head in defeat. The Colonel took the moment to get between them and spoke to everyone else.
"Alright, Marines! Gear up and report to the Humvees immediately! We are moving out in ten minutes so move it!" The Colonel ordered, causing everyone to scramble to get their gear on and packed except for Miguel and Juan. The younger Marine looked confused and looked around. Miguel shook his head at this before grabbing his own pack and slinging it over his left shoulder.
"Come on, Corporal. Let's load your gear into the Humvees." Miguel sighed, walking towards the door. Juan immediately rushed after him, trying his best to avoid slipping on the floors. The First Lieutenant opened the doors, revealing the massive military base. All around the base, USCPF soldiers and Marines were working on various things to prepare for the newest campaign ever. A line of tanks that were a mix between the Patton and Pershing sat in rows, all painted a dark green color with a white star on the sides of the hull. The tank's designation was an M60A4 Reagan, the name from a famous Pre-Flash President that had led the country out of a bad economy. There was also a line of Stryker APCs and old M113 APCs that were onced used by the CDF before the USCPF won the war.
All around them the soldiers were decked out in various uniforms depending on their branch of service. The USCPF Army originally issued its soldiers with a simple olive drab uniform, combat boots, a bandolier and an M1 Helmet. However thanks to new budgets and some convincing the USCPF President, the USCPF Army now wore US Army Vietnam-Era Uniforms with the flak jackets and helmets that had camo covers. The USCPF Marine Corps used to wear the Vietnam Era uniforms with Type 2 and 2A Kevlar vests. However, they now wore the M81 Woodland uniforms, the LWH helmet with the same camo, and had Type 3 MTV vests. USCPF Recon still wore a slightly lesser version of the M81 minus the kevlar vests and helmet. The USCPF Marauders wore olive drab uniforms that looked like older uniforms but had no vests only rigs. However their masks and helmets could make them stand out among any USCPF military personnel.
The two Marines reached the Humvee bays where various unit Humvees were parked. Miguel led his brother past several until they reached one with the 32nd Company emblem on the sides. It was a Humvee with an open bed and an M2 Browning Fifty-Caliber Machine Gun on a turret. Right below the emblem was the words 'Well No Shit!' written on the sides as well. Miguel set his gear down in the bed while Juan did the same with his. "Say hello to Well No Shit!"
Juan looked at it before turning to his brother. "Well why is it named the Well No Shit?"
"That's because the previous squad assigned to this Humvee had a sense of humor. That and the name kinda stuck to it." Miguel explained, watching as several other 32nd Marines walk up to the Humvees. 32nd Company, while not very big, had a total of 30 members under its command, which meant that they had over six Humvees in total to operate with. They each were split up into squads of five and assigned to one Humvee. Of course, they all had training in operating both civilian and military vehicles of all sorts in order to blend in with an environment. There was even one time that had been trained in horse-riding, something the two brothers were experienced at more so than the entire company. "Anyway, since I've been assigned to lead Third Squad, you are now my replacement to fill the position of Rifleman of Third. That means while you will be under my command, it will allow me to make sure that you will be staying out of trouble."
"Hey! I don't go looking for trouble!" Juan defended himself for a moment. However he caved in at this and sighed. "It's just that trouble comes looking for me..."
"CORPORAL PINEDA! WHERE ARE YOU, YOU LITTLE CLUMSY SHIT!?" A loud shout could be heard, coming from someone that everyone in 32nd Company had grew to despise. Miguel looked in the direction of the shout as the rest of 32nd Company instantly appeared and quickly loaded up the Humvees.
"Madre los dias...You pissed off Peyton already? What did you do to him anyway?" Miguel asked, instantly getting into the shotgun seat. Juan hopped into the back right seat while three other Marines got into the driver's seat, left back seat and the gunner's turret.
"I have no idea. All I did was tripped over some piping and bumped into him..." Juan defended himself as the driver started the Humvee. The Colonel practically leapt into the bed of the Humvee and waved at them.
"Just drive! Before 'Buzzkill' Peyton decides to make us late!" The Colonel ordered, the driver nodding his head. The six Humvees roared out of the Humvee bay towards the main gate. 'Well No Shit!' was up front with the other five Humvees behind them in order from 'Well No Shit!', 'Miss Molly', 'Inglorious Bastards', 'Roadkiller', 'Creedence Clearwater', to 'Say My Name, Motherfuckers!'. As the gates opened, an angry looking Recon Commander who had coffee spilt all over his shirt shook a fist at the leaving Humvees. The Colonel waved at him from the back of the Well No Shit!, earning a lousy throw of a coffee mug being thrown at the Humvees. "Well that was a close one. Keep on driving."
"Understood, Colonel. Anyway, you good back there? We can make some room up in the cab if need." Miguel spoke into the radio receiver for the Humvee radio while the driver drove down the dirt road. The area around the base and the main roads were heavily wooded with tall trees and bushes.
"I'm fine, First Lieutenant. Just make sure that driver makes sure to avoid all low hanging branches." Colonel McCloud answered back, giving the driver a thumbs up. The six Humvees drove down the dirt road until they reached the main road. They made a left turn and continued on, passing a gas station and convenience store along the way. The road was packed with USCPF vehicles and tanks heading towards New Atlanta for the invasion. Marines and soldiers walked in long lines down the road or rode together on top of the M113s and on the backs of M60A4s. Juan was looking around until deciding to crawl into the truck bed via the gunner's turret. The gunner momentarily switched places and allowed Juan to move into the back. The Colonel moved to one side as Juan haphazardly landed on the other side of the truck bed.
Juan shook it off before giving the Colonel a thumbs up and a grin. The convoy continued up the road and over a bridge, seeing a USCPF Destroyer out in the distance. They past the old USCPF-CDF border crossing before crossing the second bridge leading into New Atlanta. The radio on nearby vehicles could be heard either playing the jazz, swing or postmodern jukebox that many people supposedly began to love in the 2090's or the 60's through 90's classic rock of the USCPF national radio station, the Eagle. The current song that the Humvees were listening to was not one of the usual rock songs. It was a country sung by someone named Johnny Wright. The song was called Goodbye my Sweetheart, Hello Vietnam and the Radioman thought it was appropriate since the USCPF was being deployed into a new place.
(Cue "Goodbye my Sweetheart, Hello Vietnam" by Johnny Wright)
The USCPF military personnel talked among themselves and various other groups along the way into new Atlanta. Along the way into the city, civilians began to wave at the USCPF or waving US Flags and signs such as "Give Them Hell" or "God Bless America". The USCPF soldiers and Marines waved back at them, marching or driving down the road with pride in their country. The Humvees of 32nd Company rolled up behind the tanks of the USCPFMC Armoured Division, finally in the right order. The large force soon moved into the former marketplace and took positions in front of the gate. The gate had been blocked off by a large secondary gate and massive guns. It made the former DMZ of Korea look like a toy fort.
The forces were then ordered to stop their vehicles and get into formation for the President's speech. The entire company dismounted from their humvees and got into the front of the entire formation, waiting for the President to appear. They instantly snapped to attention as the President stepped onto the small stage and in front of the podium. Behind the President was the stern Commandant of the USCPF Marine Corps, Commandant Jacob Williamson. The President cleared his throat and began his speech.
"Men and Women of the USCPF Armed Forces. Several months ago, on November 20th, 2107, an army of 60,000 unknown soldiers, pigmen, dragons, and other monsters marched into New Atlanta out of this damn gate and slaughtered 331 Americans without warning. Now, on February 19th, 2108, we have been readying ourselves for war. We have sent the First Recon Division and the Marauders in and out of these gates and discovered a livable, non-developed world with no radiation whatsoever. Now it currently occupied by several kingdoms and a massive empire which is responsible for the attack of November. Now our enemy may be stuck in the times of the Roman's, but we do not care about that. No. What we care about is making sure those Roman sons of bitches understand what it means to mess with the United States of America!" The President shouted before handing it over to the Commandant. He looked at his men calmly as he began his own small speech.
"Marines! It's time for your favorite thing to do! It's time to fucking kick Roman ass!" The Commandant began, earning an Oorah from his Marines.
"Gee! I don't know, Commandant! It might get boring really fast fighting these barbarians!" A Marine shouted, earning laughter from the other Marines. The Commandant smirked at this, immediately firing back.
"Is that so, Leatherneck? Then maybe you would like to stay here instead. Is that what I'm hearing?" The Commandant mocked, causing the Marine to raise his arms in defense. This made the other Marines laugh harder until the Commandant spoke again. "But in all seriousness, you may not be the only fighting force in that area to use real firepower! Recon and Marauders have also spotted other armed soldiers of unknown forces so be careful! The ROE is simple this time! If an unknown is holding a sword into the air and looks like a Roman, then kill! If the unknown is aiming a bow and arrow at you and looks like a Roman, then kill! If then unknown looks like an armed pig person charging at you...Turning it into bacon! However, if they show no hostility and look like a Roman, question it using these translation books! And finally, no harassing non-combatants or civilians no matter what they look like! Do you get me?"
"We get you, sir!" The Marines shouted, the Commandant looking unimpressed.
"I can't hear you! Speak up louder!"
"WE GET YOU, SIR!" This time it was way louder, making the Commandant look pleased.
"Damn right! Oorah, Marines! Now all USCPF! Get into your vehicles!" The soldiers and Marines scrambled into their own assigned vehicles or tanks, ready to move. Tank engines roared to life while Humvees, Jeeps and trucks started up alongside them. Two USCPF soldiers opened the large sliding metal wall that separated the gate from the outside. The tanks rolled forward, thundering towards the gate. The Humvees slowly followed after them, maintaining a distance from the exhaust smoke.
Juan looked to see if the Colonel was distracted and pulled out the latest issue of Captain America: The American Hero. The colonel noticed the young Corporal reading the comic but said nothing about it. The Humvees finally rolled through the gate which was pitch black and silent except for the sounds of the engines. "So this is what the way between worlds is like."
"It looks more like a dark tunnel. What do you think, Lieutenant?" The driver asked. Miguel shrugged at this before speaking.
"Maybe a void or something. I'm more worried what will be waiting for us once we make it to the other side." Miguel replied, pulling down his helmet and leaning back to sleep. The gunner, driver and other Marine began to talk about what they might find in this other world. Juan groaned before pulling out a flashlight and turning it on to read his comic. Moments later, the scenery changed from the dark void to a starry sky in a countryside. The USCPF tanks instantly took positions around the hill they were on while USCPF Marines and soldiers began to dig into positions.
Juan muttered curses as he put up the light and comic book. He jumped out of the back of the Humvee and rushed over to the others, a TSR-29 in hand. The main force watched as a sea of torches lit up in front of them, signifying a massive army a few miles away. The M60A4s aimed at this while the MGs on the Humvees were readied. USCPF Marines were dug in and aimed their weapons at the approaching enemy, ready for the fight ahead. The First Battle for Hill Designation 1 had began.
Sup, guys. Marinerecon here today with a new story. Before you start asking, After The Flash is an RP game series made by ChadTheCreator on Roblox that I RP at. It's basically a modernized Fallout minus the robots, the power armor, and fatman launchers. Also the Miguel Pineda is not the same character from the GOR:Revamped series. He is actually an RP character I RP as on ATF. Anyway, I got bored and after watching the GATE series, I decided to write a slight crossover of it. Basically there are now two modern forces present in the land, one being the Japanese SDF while the other is the post-nuclear apocalypse United States Armed Forces. Anyway, I do not own anything of GATE or After the Flash except for one or two OCs. Anyway. If you want to submit your own character to be in the series, then send me a PM and I will help you do so. Now there is a clear limit on the age for military personnel in the USCPF. The limit of people to enlist is a minimum of seventeen years old. And depending on what training you have received, you may be one year older afterwards or not. Anyway. Marinerecon signing off.