First crack at a fanfic. The Real World meets FF7 and FF10...
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Warning: Story contains strong language and intense warlike violence, reader descreation advised.
The DIMENSIONAL WAR
The story so far…
In 2005 in the state of Nevada, American scientists discover ancient ruins from an unknown civilization. Within these ruins are references to a gateway leading to two other worlds. At first speculation that they were little more than superstition, but those speculations were immediately thrown aside upon the discovery of an advanced device that upon activation created a tear in the dimensional plane. This tear was an opening to another dimension! The US government quickly put the discovery under wraps.
During the research on the device in America, there was much political unrest in Russia and a communist radical group known as the Red Sickle conducted several underhanded operations and had a large portion of Russia's treasury transferred to their holdings. With the funds, they were able to overthrow the Russian Federation and perform a complete take over. By late 2007, the Russian Federation ceased to exist and the Reborn Soviet Union was forged.
With the rebirth of an old cold war enemy, the United States and the United Nations assumed their roles as the free world's protectors against the communist threat. However, in 2008 the UN collapsed and the US stood alone. To make things worse for the US; China, North Korea, and Vietnam united with Russia and only added to the Soviet's military might.
Despite the Soviet threat of a third World War, the US continued their endeavor in the dimensional doorway. Through their research, two new worlds were discovered. Both of these worlds were inhabited mostly by humans but they also were inhabited by entire new sets of different species. Another startling discovery was that both of the world's inhabitants utilized special abilities that could only be described as magic.
The two worlds did differ significantly from one another: the world of Spira was mostly low tech with simple grass hut and wood villages to large structures made of metal and stone (with an unusual architectural design to them) but some of the cities utilized rather advanced technology combined with magic.
The world of Gaia was a bit more modern, the technology was mostly centered within the city of Midgar. Midgar however, was mostly in ruins due to a major cataclysmic event (which wasn't explained fully to the forward deployed teams that began exploring and blending in with the locals to learn more), but most of civilians lived on a similar level of technology with Earth. Magic was also clearly present within this world.
Select members that knew of the Dimensional Resonator (which was later nick named the Dia Res) had hoped that the key to victory against the Soviets in the event of open war was within these different dimensions (hoping they could utilize the magic as a weapon of war). However, this would ultimately drag the other two worlds into the conflict. These worlds also had their different factions and minor conflicts. Plus the presence of all the different creatures (most of which were considerably more dangerous than even the most deadly Earth animals with their limited ability to utilize magic) would additionally complicate things.
However, that choice wouldn't be decided by the American government however. A Soviet spy managed to infiltrate the facility holding the Dia Res and obtained plans on how to build their own. Shortly afterward, the Soviet government exposed the project to the entire world revealing everything the Americans discovered.
Much of the world lost opinion of the United States and many former members of the UN put themselves at a neutral stance with the Soviets (rather than an opposing position) except for a few: Great Britain, France, Germany, Norway, Italy, Denmark, Canada, Australia, New Zealand, Japan, and South Korea. These nations (along with the United States) represented the majority of non-Soviet military power on Earth and thus a new military alliance was formed: The Allied Coalition. This military alliance, while greatly outnumbered by the RSU still presented a formidable opposing force. But would it be enough to deter the RSU from going to open war?
The date is February 21, 2009. The world is well aware of the existence of the other two dimensions but is more concerned with the possibility of war with the Reborn Soviet Union. What the majority of the world doesn't know is what the Soviets have been doing in the other two dimensions. Important events for both Spira and Gaia have transpired and will prove to be important for Earth as well. Earth holds its breath for World War III as the RSU and the AC play a deadly game of chess. The only questions remaining are which side is going to make the first move and how do they intend to perform the first kill…
CHAPTER ONE: TWENTY-ONE HUNDRED BRAVO
February 21, 2009---Eastern Border of Iraq---US Blackhawk Squadron No. 144---En route to Iraqi/US airbase stationed 15 miles west of the Iraqi border---
Lieutenant Junior Grade Joseph Newiger, a young neophyte Navy SEAL breathes deeply as he watches the Middle Eastern sunset from the UH-60 Blackhawk's open hatch. It helps him get his mind off the scorching heat from the Iraqi desert and the heavy tensions of possible war with the Soviets. His thoughts mostly dwelled on making a few phone calls back home to his family and friends. He had forgotten to call his mother before departing on their routine patrol mission several hours ago and was constantly reminding himself to make that call once they got back to base.
Another newbie to the group was Ensign Paul Rodemeyer, an old high school friend of Newiger's. He spoke into his headset so everyone on the same channel could hear him over the sound of the Blackhawk's engine, "Hey Joe, play at a round of Command and Conquer 4 once we get back?"
Joseph smiled slightly, "Nah, I've gotta make a phone call back home. My mom's been worried sick about me ever since I got shipped here."
"Oh, maybe after your phone call then?"
"We'll see." Joseph peered out the open hatch and saw the base come into view.
The three Blackhawks set down and the passengers and crew all disembarked.
Newiger walked over to the barracks and proceeded to the phone booths in the back to make his phone call.
---Meanwhile, at the base's command center---
Army Colonel James Reilly overlooked all the display screens in the main control room. They displayed various satellite images, Heads Up Displays from recon aircraft, and radar images. He had always been keeping a close eye on things due to the fear of Soviet and/or terrorist attacks.
"Sir," one of the Air Force sergeants manning the radar displays waved his left hand at the Colonel, "I've got something on radar. In-coming aircraft at angels 500 approaching at 60 knots."
"Can you identify the contact?" The Colonel approached the sergeant's radar console.
"No sir, they're not emitting an ID signature nor any AC com signal. Maybe it's a Soviet aircraft veering off course?"
"I don't know sergeant," The Colonel then turned to his lieutenant, "Have the XO make radio contact with the unknown aircraft and direct it to turn back immediately."
The lieutenant snapped to, "Sir!"
---25 miles north of the airbase---
An American built CH-46 Chinook helicopter with the serial number 2100B (Twenty One-hundred Bravo) on its tail section slowly approaches the base. Only a few souls dwell with the hull of the chopper...and a few of them aren't even human.
Newiger gets on the phone with his mother. She picks up.
"Hello?"
"Hi Mom, its Joseph."
"Oh Hi! I was worried when you didn't call me back! Are you okay?"
"Yeah Mom, I'm fine. It was just another routine patrol but we didn't run into anyone who speaks Russian fortunately. What's been going on in the news?"
"Ahh…the talks are still going on. The Soviet commies are still breaching that they're too righteous to want to take over the world and claim that us and our allies are the true threats to world peace."
"Tsst…"
"Yeah right. I know Joseph. It's just that…well ever since the news about those other worlds came up the guys at world meetings have been acting real funny."
"I bet."
"Listen, are you sure you're all right? I mean I know with you being a Navy SEAL you have lot of things you're not supposed to tell me but…"
"Yeah Mom. I'm all right. It's just that the tensions are really high around here and rumors of war with the Soviets are constantly going around and…and well…part of me almost wants the Soviets to come here after us. I'm just so sick and tired of constantly worrying about the possibility of an attack. Myself, Paul, and a few of the other guys around here agree. We want to get a piece of those communist assholes and show the world our stuff."
"Gahh…hey kiddo. I hear you but at the same time I wouldn't want you to get hurt."
"Ahh Mom…I know we had this discussion before…"
The XO, Lieutenant Colonel Max Heathers gets on the main communication unit in the control tower, "Unidentified aircraft, you are in restricted US military air space. You are to turn back immediately."
"Sir, no response from the contact. They are still headed straight for us sir." The sergeant said as he looked over the radar screen again, "ETA 15 minutes sir."
Lt. Colonel Heathers was starting to get annoyed and worried. He spoke again into the communication unit with a firmer tone of voice, "Unidentified aircraft! I said that you are in restricted US military air space! Turn back or suffer the consequences!"
"Sir?"
"What is it sergeant?"
"There's a possibility that their radio unit doesn't work. I recommend that we dispatch a few of our aircraft to intercept and identify the aircraft."
Heathers sighed, "Alright. Send two Falcons to intercept and identify."
Shortly after Heathers' orders pair of F-16D Fighting Falcons are rolled off to the end of the runway and they take off to intercept the contact. They both travel at speeds up to 750 mph and do a fly by on the unidentified helicopter.
"Citadel, this is Charlie One Niner. Confirmed ID on contact. US CH-46. ID number is twenty one-hundred Bravo."
Heathers gets a puzzled look on his face and then turns to one of the lieutenants sitting at the information terminal, "Lieutenant, look up the registry on Chinook Twenty One-hundred Bravo."
"Yes sir…wait one……What the?" The lieutenant is unsure of what to make of his discovery.
"What is it lieutenant?" Heathers' patience was running low.
"Ah…sir. According to our data banks, Twenty One-hundred Bravo was shot down by insurgents near the border about two weeks ago."
"What? That can't be right!" The Colonel then takes a deep breath, "Alright, have the Falcons escort the chopper in and prepare a security team."
"Sir!"
The mysterious chopper is allowed to land at the airbase. Several Humvees and infantry squads surround the helicopter and level their weapons at it as it sets down.
Heathers gets on the communication unit, "Chinook, have your crew stand down and disembark with your hands in the air."
With that, the rear bay doors on the Chinook open up and two men step out. They are both carrying a strange device which is unlike anything Heathers has ever seen.
"PUT DOWN THE DEVICE OR WE WILL FIRE ON YOU!" Heathers yells into the communication unit.
Both the men put down the device and back away from it. The device emits a strange light.
"Now the rest of you step out of the aircraft or we will kill you!"
With that, five individuals step out of the helicopter. Three of them appear to be Soviet Spetnaz commandos. The other two are strangely dressed and appear to be sporting very bizarre hair styles. Both of them have greenish hair and their hands have unusually long fingers.
The base security guards are puzzled but keep their weapons leveled. One of the senior sergeants steps forwards. "Alright, get your hands in the air or we'll kill you."
One of the mysterious figures steps forward, it is Seymour Guado, leader of Guado people from Spira. "Very well, I shall. Though I don't believe you'll like what will happen when I do…" Seymour raises his hands and a strange dark mist is emitted from his palms. Then a brilliant bolt of electricity is fired forth and fries the hapless sergeant.
The rest of the US soldiers opens fire upon Seymour, only to see a strange field of octagons much like a honey comb form around Seymour causing the bullets fired at him to bounce off harmlessly.
The three Spetnaz commandos return fire, killing a few of the US soldiers. The two men that were carrying the device immediately hit switches on either end of the device. A brilliant light is emitted by the device…it is then that the plane of existence is torn and an "opening" is created. Through this tear, several Soviet soldiers come running through with their weapons firing away.
Though surprised by this event, the other US soldiers return fire and a fierce firefight breaks out. There are multiple casualties on both sides.
More Soviet soldiers emerge from the rift. Then to the American's astonishment, numerous creatures along with more Guado mages emerge from the rift. The creatures are known as fiends, most are very canine like or reptilian like with insectoid like features.
Initially, the US soldiers are at a slight advantage despite the surprise due to the heavy .50 cal machine guns mounted on the five Humvees. Though the creatures manage to maul a few unfortunate US soldiers, most of the hostiles are mowed down by the .50 cal fire.
The commotion catches the attention of Newiger who is still on the phone with his mother, who also overhears the cracks of gun fire occurring.
"Joseph? What's going on? Are you alright!?"
"Hold on mom! I don't know what's going on…"
"Joseph…are……….(static)……."
Newiger becomes frustrated with the phone as he slams it down, "Damn it! What the fuck is going on?"
Paul Rodemeyer comes running forth, still dressed in battle gear and holding two M-16 assault rifles (each with an M-203 grenade launcher) . He tosses one to Newiger who catches it. "We're under attack! Some crazy shit is going down on the runway!"
"Well then let's get going!" Newiger then loads his rifle up and they both rush out to the run way to assist.
Coming out of the barracks, they see several other American soldiers rushing out of the barracks. Some are half dressed having been rudely woken up but all of them have their bullet resistant vests on and weapons in hand. One of the junior enlisted soldiers recognizes Newiger and Rodemeyer as officers. "Sirs!? What's going on? What do we do?"
Newiger shouts back, "Just grab your damn weapon and start shooting anything that's unfriendly!"
"And make sure you don't shoot any of our own guys!" Rodemeyer adds.
A group of about ten others joins Newiger and Rodemeyer as they rush to where all the commotion is going down. Tracer fire from both rifles and machine guns lights up the night as chaos overthrows the entire base. They come across a foxhole with a .50 cal tripod gun and sandbags surrounding it. Newiger signals the group and they all dive in to the foxhole and take positions behind the sandbags.
"Holy fuck! This is crazy!" One of the soldiers in the group says with a pessimistic tone.
Newiger peaks his head over to look past the sandbags and sees a large group of Soviet soldiers firing upon a crippled Humvee trying to get away with several wounded soldiers on board. "Paul! Get on that .50 cal and cover that Humvee!"
"On it Joe!" Rodemeyer hops behind the .50 cal and pulls the loading hammer back to load the first round. He then levels his aim at the center of the Soviet soldiers and begins firing away. The .50 cal fires half inch diameter lead bullets at 600 rounds per minute, firing a tracer round every five rounds. Due to the heavy punch the .50 cal carries, many of the Soviet soldiers are literally mauled and torn to pieces by stream of bullets fired at them.
All the soldiers in the group add to the fire with their assault rifles and under-barrel grenade launchers. For all of them, including Newiger and Rodemeyer, this is their first time in combat. Despite having near panic attacks and mass confusion, the group fell back on their training. Navy SEAL training for Newiger and Rodemeyer was a big advantage for both of them not having been in an actual fire fight before.
However, the training didn't completely prepare them for their first taste of combat. That became painfully apparent when three bizarre, reptilian like insectoids (which reminded Newiger of the Zerg from the computer game StarCraft) came charging at them with a scythe like tails swinging wildly.
Acting on instinct, Newiger and the other soldiers aimed and fired their weapons at the bizarre creatures. The creatures didn't go down as quickly as regular soldiers did, requiring several extra rounds in order to stop it in its tracks but the group managed to kill the creatures that tried to attack them.
As the fighting ensued, Seymour took a moment to perform a summoning. He concentrated and pointed his staff in the air. It was then that a large anchor with a massive chain holding it dropped from the sky. When it hit the ground, the area it hit turned into a dark, cloudy haze as the anchor sunk into it…
From the rift, several Soviet T-72 heavy tanks emerged and immediately destroy several of the Humvees that were previously crippling the enemy infantry. They then began firing their spinal machine guns at the US infantry.
Things heats up as three US M-1 Abrams Tanks come charging in and immediately dispatch a few of the T-72s. The load thunderous cannons fire away as most of the men on both sides are nearly deafened by the tremendous exchange in firepower.
…it is at that moment that the battlefield seemed to fall silent as the anchor that fell from the sky pulls up a hideous looking creature that looks like a mummy encased within an insect like cocoon. It is Anima, Seymour's dark Aeon.
Seeing the new immediate threat, the Abrams Tanks and most of the defending infantry squads immediately open fire upon Anima. Streams of tracer rounds stand out from the night as they pour into Anima's chest. Smoke trails from shoulder mounted missile launchers are seen trailing behind the flames of the anti-tank missiles as they impact and explode upon Anima. The M-1 Abrams' main 120mm cannons fire off and the impacts can be seen as each one cause Anima to spaz a little bit…such a display of firepower and light against the night sky showed the desperate effort being displayed by the defending Americans…but it was in vain.
Anima took the beating that was being delivered to it. Round after round, impact after impact, and yet Anima remained alive. A blueish light then seemed to gather on Anima's only exposed eye…only to explode into a massive shock wave which devastated the majority of the US forces. The three Abrams tanks were thrashed and the shock wave threw them away like little toys as the helpless infantry squads seemed to vaporize. Any glass material that was in the area was shattered. The Soviet forces and their other-world allies however were unharmed by the shock wave and continued to press their attack on the remaining US forces.
Newiger, Rodemeyer and their squad found themselves knocked flat on their asses with the wind taken out of them from the resulting shock wave. The foxhole they were taking cover in proved to be their saving grace.
Newiger started to get back up, but a loud ringing was going off in his head. He was suffering from shell shock. Extremely disoriented, Newiger only fell on his side when he attempted to stand. Slowly, he started to come to his senses as he witnessed his team members also suffering from shell shock.
"What the fuck was that?!?!" One of the younger team members complains as he stands back up.
"I don't have a clue but I don't think it'll be wise to stay here. Let's get out of here." Newiger stated.
"What? We can't just abandon the base!" Rodemeyer argued.
"Paul, the base is compromised. We won't do any good by sticking around to get killed." Newiger said as he began to put another mag in his rifle. "We have to get word to someone higher up that the Soviets were behind this…and that they've got some new friends backing them up."
One of the squad members jumps in the conversation, "I bet they're from one of those other dimensions or something. The brass is gonna wanna know about this."
Several tracer shots buzzed overhead as the Soviets proceeded with their attack. The machine gun fire became louder. All the squad members could hear the engines of the T-72 tanks running as the tank treads rolled on.
"Alright, let's go!" Newiger then hopped out of the foxhole and sprinted towards the south end of the base. The squad followed closely.
Amidst their escape, several other US military personnel continued to battle the hostile forces that poured through the rift. However, they were hopelessly outnumbered and Newiger knew that if he tried to get them all to come along with him, they would all die needlessly.
Anima unleashed several magical attacks that proved devastating against anything that was attacked. Entire lines of unmanned vehicles were quickly destroyed and any personnel that were caught in the blasts simply disintegrated.
Despite the chaos, Seymour noticed Newiger and his group making their escape. He then waved his staff as flames emanated around him. From the ground in front of him, a creature burst out throwing rock every which way. The creature appeared goat and devilish like with its large, curved horns and flames emitting from its mouth. It was Ifrit, the fire aeon. Ifrit looked at Seymour as he pointed in the direction of Newiger's squad as they made their escape. Ifrit then began to follow them…the hunt was on…