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(UNF Atlantic Fleet, somewhere in the Atlantic Ocean - October 21, 2020, 0703 hrs.)
More than a month after the successful launch of Operation Bunker Shot, the United Nations Security Council sent its Atlantic Fleet to reinforce its troops in the Mediterranean, specifically in the Adriatic regions. Flight deck personnel of the UNFS Yeager, a Nimitz-class aircraft carrier, began to prepare the carrier jets, some of which belonging to mercenaries, for strike missions in Eastern Europe. Captain Collin Fuller and his only wingman, Lieutenant Dolores McNealy of the 7th Naval Fighter Unit, 'Gallia', were part of the force.
"Lots of fireballs to be expecting in a few days, Captain." Dolores engaged a little conversation. "I couldn't beleive that they repurposed a space vehicle as a weapon and look what happened to the guys in the Adriatic."
"I know, McNealy." Collin replied while talking about the OLDS, an anti-asteroid weapon that was used to unsuccessfully repel the UNF landings with meteor strikes. "They risked everything just to back us off. That thing was way too far."
"That would be a bit of a problem, not just us but to them as well. With the space treaty in place, it is uncertain when it will end." She continued while referencing the Comprehensive Space Warfare Ban Treaty, which prohibits attacks on satellites and other space vehicles while in orbit.
"I agree. I hope they just stop doing that and develop something else that they can risk less people on the front line."
"Huhuh." Dolores nodded before Collin began to remind her something.
"Anyway McNealy, we have to get moving." He said. "It may be a flight that crosses through allied territory, but we will be armed. So watch our six."
"Uh...right." She responded. "Roger, Cap."
They began to enter in their F/A-18E Super Hornets and began to prepare for launch. Once they are attached to the carrier's catapult systems, they radio the tower.
"Gallia 1 to tower, we are attached to catapult." Collin radioed. "Ready for take-off."
"Roger, Gallia Team." The tower responded. "You are cleared for take-off."
As soon as one of the personnel signaled the team to hold on, the control men of the catapult pressed the buttons one-by-one, then each plane lifted off once enough pressure is built for the catapult. The team then flew east towards their mission in Eastern Europe.
"Gallia Team to Yeager, we are at Angels 5." Collin reported. "Heading for mission at bearing 073."
"Affirmative. Good luck out there."
(Near Wrocław, Poland - 1016 hrs.)
While flying, Dolores began to radio her leader. Another conversation began to take place.
"Captain, how many enemies did you shot down?" She asked.
"Well McNealy, I shot down 22 bandits from my first assignment in September 2019." He explained. "Also, I took down some 100 ground units, some of which AA guns and SAMs, and I also sunk 8 enemy ships, including one aircraft carrier."
"Wow!" You're an ace, Captain." She exclaimed.
"Indeed. For your's, it's not bad." He continued by reviewing Dolores' service record. "15 enemy planes, most of which are fighters, 80 ground units and 2 enemy ships. I hope you can keep this up. You can call yourself an ace now."
"Ah! Thank you very much, Captain." She said with gratitude. "I will continue with my performance."
"Good girl."
Just then, they saw smoke in the planes.
"There it is, McNealy." He said while pointing at the smoke. "A battle is going on right over there. Time to show me what you got."
"Roger, Captain. Dispersing." She said and the pilots then moved to attack position.
"This is Zulu Team, we are taking fire from multiple USEA ground units and CAS planes. Requesting support." The commander radioed.
"This is Gallia Squadron, roger." McNealy replied. "We're coming."
As expected, pillboxes, tanks and Su-34 Fullbacks were spotted.
"Moving to engage the bandits." Collin said and began to pursue a Fullback.
"Number 3 is being pursued!" An USEA pilot said.
"There are two enemy planes." Another observed. "Watch it. They may be skilled."
As he pursued his target, he was locked on.
"Spiked, huh? Gallia 1, Fox 2!
He fired a missile at the Fullback before breaking off to evade. The missile hit the tailpipe, destroying the plane.
"We're hit!" The USEA pilot yelled. "Eject! Eject!"
While Collins is being pursued, Dolores lined up for a shot of his pursuers.
"Gallia 2, Fox 2! Fox 2!" She shouted before releasing her two AIM-9 Sidewinders at two of the planes. Once they are reduced to a fireball, she lined her gun at another enemy before firing it.
"Firing guns!"
The enemy plane was hit and unable to keep pursuing, so it began to fly back to base.
"Let it go, Gallia 2." Collin said. "That guy won't harm us any longer. The Fullbacks are our more prioritized targets."
"Okay, Cap." She complied.
They continued to engage the Fullbacks while they are pursued.
"Fox 2!" Collin shouted before releasing the missile. It destroyed the Fullback.
"Unable to maintain altitude! Bailing out!" The pilot shouted before bailing.
Soon after, they began to attack the pursuers. A small dogfight ensued but the UNF's two-man team prevailed.
"Nice work." Collin congratulated. "No fighters in sight. That means the Fullbacks are free lunch for us."
They started to continue removing the Fullback threat. After a while, the sky is free of USEA planes.
"Gallia 2 to Zulu Team, no enemy air units within the area." Dolores reported. "Moving on with the suppression of enemy ground defense."
"Affirmative." Zulu Commander replied. "Thanks for the support."
The Gallia Team began to lock-on with their AGM-65 Mavericks to take out multiple targets.
"Package away!" Collin said as he released two of his missiles.
"Missiles launched!" Dolores followed with three.
When the missiles hit their targets, the enemy began to retreat.
"They're falling back!" A Zulu soldier observed. "They're about to dig in within the outskirts of the city...uh, wait a minute."
"What is going on, Zulu Team?" Collin asked.
"We're seeing some smoke, probably in the city center."
"Probably a resistance movement is fighting the USEA soldiers." Dolores suggested.
"That's likely." Collin agreed. "Alright. Let's provide relief. Zulu Team, you may move forward."
"Copy that." He answered. "All units, head for Wrocław."
The UNF then began to liberate the city from USEA control. While the Gallia Team began to take out the armoured units within the streets and aircraft with precision and care, the Zulu Team took a little while to help supress any remaining hostile threats. As well, the air unit constantly evades enemy fire.
"Over there, by that large building." A Zulu soldier observed.
"Affirmative, sir!" Another responded while aiming his M4 Carbine under cover. He pulled the trigger and killed a couple of soliders.
"Contacts eliminated."
Zulu Team moved forward to the city center while encountering some Polish resistance soliders. In the air, the Gallia Team continued to battle a small group of USEA air reinforcements.
"Firing guns!" Collin shouted while pulling the trigger.
"Bandit down." Dolores confirmed. "Nice shot, Cap."
She also took aim on an Su-27 Flanker.
"Guns, guns, guns!"
"Bandit down." She said while confirming her kill.
"Careful on where you are fighting, Gallias." Zulu Team commander reminded the Gallia Team. "We don't want the city's history to be wrecked aside from the civilians."
"Uh...copy that." Dolores responded with embarrassment.
After a while, street after street, area after area, the city is finally free.
"Nice job, everyone!" Zulu Team commander congratulated while the civilians and the resistance cheered loudly. "Hey, let's get something to eat here once we have Poland back."
"I appreciate it." Collin responded. "You people also earned it."
"Thanks."
On the ground, the populace cheered.
"UN, UN, UN, yeeeaaahh..." They shouted before singing their national anthem.
"Whew." Dolores sighed. "Another city saved. How wonderful."
Just then, a UN soldier spotted two figures. This made him inform the commander.
"Colonel Stanford, look..." He said while pointing at two people, a male and female wearing what looks like to be blue World War 1-era uniforms.
"Wait!" Stanford pleaded. "We want to talk to you!"
The strange-looking people were surprised while the UN soldiers walked to them. They conversed.
"Is that what I think it is?" The female asked her friend.
"The country's soldiers?" The other answered with doubt. "But their uniforms, they're different."
"Yeah. The roar also. Look." She pointed at the two planes that are loitering in the air.
"How can this country even made that thing fly?" The male asked. "It's impossibe."
Just then, Stanford and some of his men arrived to meet them.
"Are you with the Wrocław militia?" He asked.
"Y...y...yes, sir!" He saluted while answering.
"Good." The Colonel replied. "Thank you for your help."
"No problem." The female also replied. "By the way, what army are you from?"
"We're from the United Nations Forces." Sergant Sanders answered.
"United...Nations...Forces..." The male tried to understand. "I don't know about your army."
"Wha...?" Stanford was surprised. "You two don't know what the UNF is?"
"Yes, sir."
"To be honest, we don't know where we are now." The female confessed. "Mind if you can help us understand?"
"Okay. Okay."
Stanford began to tell them their answer.
"Right now, you are in Poland. In Europe."
"'Eu...Europe'?" The male felt surprised. "Isn't that Europa?"
"'Europa'?" Stanford felt baffled. "Humm...I guess you two are not from here...or from this world."
He then began to get his radio to inform the Gallia Team.
"Zulu Team to Gallia Team, we made contact with two people wearing some sort of World War 1-era uniforms." Stanford reported his findings though one word surprised the two strangers aside from the radio.
"Did he just say..."
"You sure about it?" Collin asked. "Don't tell me they are cosplaying."
"No, captain. They are definetly not cosplaying."
"Uh, what is 'cosplaying'?" The female asked. "I don't know about this concept."
"And why did you mention 'Gallia'?" The male followed.
"Why? What's wrong with saying that?"
"You used the name of our country for whatever squad you just called!"
"Please, calm down, Welkin!" The female said to him. "They don't mean to taint our home."
"That reminds me." Stanford wondered. "Where do you come from?"
"We come from the Principality of Gallia, a country that is rich in the mineral called Ragnite." The male explained after calming down.
"Huhum." Sanders nodded while writing something in his notepad, possibly to record information. "Go on."
"We just won a war with the invading country called the East Europan Imperial Alliance due to our country holding vast deposits of it. I am the leader of the Gallian militia unit called Squad 7. Our unit was know for the determination of the Gallian people to fight for freedom."
"That...that's a good story. Mind if I ask you your names?"
"Sure. My name is Welkin Gunther, leader of the militia." The male introduced himself.
"And my name is Alicia Melchiott, second-in-command." The female followed.
"Thank you." The colonel accepted. "By the way I'm Colonel Brandon Stanford."
"It's an honor meeting you, Colonel." Welkin replied while shaking hands.
"So do I." Alicia followed.
After that, Stanford radioed the nearest base.
"Zulu Team to HQ, Wrocław is free of hostiles." Sanders reported. "Requesting helicopter transport."
"Affirmative, Zulu Team." HQ accepted. "Sending Black Hawk to your location. Over and out."
The couple then felt relieved.
"I guess we have some exploring to do." Welkin told Alicia.
"Yeah." She replied. "I wanna know how this world works."
Then, they both smiled at each other
(Spangdahlem Air Base, Germany - 1704 hrs.)
At the base, it was bustling with activity. Every 30 minutes or so, squadrons or solo flyers take off from this base to do their sorties. The last flight to leave the base was from Task Force 118, also known as the 'Arrowblades', before a MH-60 Black Hawk carrying Alicia and Welkin arrived. Upon the sliding doors being opened, the couple were then awed by the scene.
"Is this their fortress?" Welkin asked with curiosity.
"I never seen any of those things before." Alicia followed. "Is this what the 'UNF' has?"
Two figures then arrived. It was another male-and-female pair, wearing a strange suit different from Colonel Stanford and his team's.
"I heard from the guys from the ground that you managed to take on a surprisingly well-equipped army with the help of the militia." The male complemented.
"Thank you." Alicia nodded. "You two are fine people despite using our country's name."
"Yeah." The female responded. "We are also baffled. We heard everything and decided to stay silent, hoping that we are not making things worse."
"Anyway, I say we continue the talk later." Welkin suggested. "This place is a little crowded and loud."
"I agree." The male said. "And by the way, I'm Collin Fuller."
"And I'm Dolores McNealy." The female introduced herself before the two began to leave.
Just then, base personnel arrived.
"Welcome to Spangdahlem Air Base, you two!" The general shouted under the noise of jet engines being brought to life before saluting."
"It's an honor, sir." Alicia replied before she and Welkin saluting.
"Come inside. We have something to talk about."
The two then followed him to the command building. Once inside, they saw more personnel wearing uniforms which are much more simple.
"Those uniforms, they are designed quite nicely." Welkin commented quietly. "Since there is a nearby forest, and due to the color of their uniforms, they would be able to hide and ambush any intruders."
"You sure?" Alicia asked.
"I'm sure. Their uniforms are mainly brown with some gold and dark spots. And it's autumn, so hiding is not much of a problem."
Alicia nodded before they reached an office.