Forenote: I should include something to separate the languages so here it is.

Bold: Imperial Language and the Radioman on the radio.

Italics: Japanese Language

Regular: English and Spanish sometimes

Chapter Two: Unknown Forces

Alnus Hill, 150 miles away from Hill 01

JSDF Military Base

February 21st, 20XX (JSDF Time)

0900 Hours

"What do you mean that that it's not US Forces!?" Lieutenant General Kouichirou Hazama exclaimed in shock, looking at photos some of the recon teams had captured. In these photos were foreigners flying the US Flag and wearing old US uniforms so the general had asked the Prime Minister to see if the Americans had found a second gate. Instead, he got an answer that the United States never even deployed such numbers or even heard of such a second gate. So instead of having to deal with an army that had no fire superiority, he might end up having an unknown heavily armed enemy to go against as well.

"According to our recon teams, they report them to be very much American. However the gear is all wrong. From what we say, their main forces are equipped with Vietnam-Era uniforms and flak jackets while the other units are varied. Their tanks looks like a cross between an American Pershing and Patton tank while they have humvees and jeeps as well. We noticed a large presence of M113 APCs and Stryker units among their camp." First Lieutenant Akira Yanagida explained, holding his clipboard containing the details. "We've also noticed what appears to be VTOL aircraft and helicopters being transported on eighteen wheelers from the second gate. It appears they might have air superiority soon. And to top it off, one identity we have gotten about on our enemy is that they seem to call themselves the USCPF instead of the US."

The general calmed himself down before he decided to speak. "Well...Maybe we can make contact with this USCPF and hope that they are not hostile. Try to find out what their radio frequency is once we get radio towers established."

"Yes, sir." The First Lieutenant saluted his general and did an about face. Before he could leave the room, the general gave him some final orders.

"One more thing. Deploy six recon teams across the region to make contact with some of the local villagers. Maybe see if we can't make friends with the locals." The lieutenant nodded at this and opened the door. He immediately stepped out and closed it behind him, ready to start setting things into motion.

USCPF FOB Autumn

Hill 01, The Special Region

February 21st, 2108 (USCPF Time)

0900 Hours

"GOOOOOD MOOOORNING, FOB AUGUSTUS! This is the one, the only, THE RADIOMAN OF THE USCPF EAGLE ROCK STATION! Don't like the other station's music? Don't flip them the bird. Flip them...THE EAGLE! HAHAHA!" The intercom across the work in progress base echoed as USCPF perform various tasks in setting up the FOB. After an entire day of fighting, the USCPF managed to hold the hill without taking a single casualty. The enemy lost its entire force while some enemies were captured alive. Despite the fact these guys were the enemy, the USCPF followed the proper procedures of prisoner treatment they had learned from their ancestors. They were treated fairly though most of the USCPF still disliked them. "Anyway, today's weather is nice. New Atlanta nice! So nice, it would feel like that this was before the Flash! Anyway, today let's start off with a song that might describe the mutual feeling of all of us here at Augustus. This one is James Brown's 'I Feel Good'! Something I damn right agree with!"

(Cue "I Feel Good" by James Brown)

A jazz tune started to blare over the base, waking up some of the tired USCPF personnel across the base. One of which was Corporal Juan Pineda of 32nd MARSOC Company. He woke up in his cot with a comic book over his face and his arms hanging off the sides of the bed with his right leg. He reached up and pulled the book off his face, revealing a refreshed Corporal. He yawned and stretched his arms and legs laying down. After several seconds, he grabbed a set of clean underwear, socks, a clean FROG uniform, and a towel. He stepped into his boots and walked out of the large metal barracks building towards the outdoor showers. While the base was still making progress, the USCPF was still not up to standards just yet.

He set his gear down in a footlocker with his name on it and slung the towel next to his stall. While he started his shower, his older brother was busy in the General's office with Colonel McCloud and a rather unwelcome face.

"That little shit stain you call a Marine is clearly a mistake! How can someone with a lousy natural balance make it into your damn MARSOC Company, Colonel!?" Recon Commander "Buzzkill" Peyton berated instantly, clearly forgetting the purpose of the meeting. Colonel McCloud and First Lieutenant Pineda ignored him as they turned to General Holt, the man currently in charge of this massive campaign.

"You called for us, sir?" The Colonel addressed, watching as the General nodded. General Adrian Holt was a former USCPF Marauder back when they had been USCPF Special Forces instead of recruiting local PMCs like they do now. He had a very strong built to him that mixed with his battle scarred face and graying trimmed hair. He also had a reputation of being the one who helped 32nd MARSOC Company transform from just being elite Marines into Special Operations Marines.

"That is correct, men. Major Peyton. I suggest you remain silent for this." The general began, causing Peyton to shut up. "Okay. So it seems that thanks to communications between the POWs and some of the scholars, they have managed to put together a book of translations of the language here a month ago. In fact, I think Corporal Pineda has managed to catch on with the language fast, is that correct, Lieutenant?"

"Yes, sir. The Corporal has a natural knack of learning new languages." Miguel replied, secretly envious of his younger brother. Turned out the younger Pineda brother had received a copy and began studying the language back during MARSOC training. Miguel, on the other hand, could never understand new languages besides English and Spanish. It might take him a long time but he might be able to learn this language yet.

"Excellent. Then the Corporal will be your translator along with a few of the other new MARSOC rookies. I want the entire company to go socialize with this village right here." The general pointed to a village marked as Coda Village on the map that Recon and Marauders had mapped out for the USCPF. "Then you will be moving to another village that supposedly is full of humans with pointy ears. We cannot confirm whether this is true or not due to the fact that the Marauders and Recon couldn't get to close out of fear of being spotted. You will take two of your humvees along with a deuce and a half and two Stryker APCs. Is that understood, Marines?"

The two 32nd Marines snapped to attention and saluted the general. "Understood, sir!"

The general saluted back and dropped his salute, allowing the Marines to drop theirs. "Good. Now get moving." The two Marines walked out of the room as the general turned to the Major. "As for you, Major Buzzkill. I have something for Recon to do."

The two Marines walked out of the Command building, carefully avoiding all the construction crews along the way to the barracks. "So. I guess it's back to Vietnam tactics by winning the hearts and minds of the locals here."

"Miguel. If I wasn't that smart enough to have studied the past in books, I would have thought you were crazy or a genius. Anyway. Gather everyone up and tell them to grab their gear. Tell them to wear their FROG uniforms with the Kevlar vest along with the beret or Utility Cover. Tell them to they can choose to bring or wear their helmet and elbow and knee pads." Colonel McCloud ordered the First Lieutenant when they suddenly came across Corporal Pineda, wearing his FROG uniform and eight-point cover. However he had the sleeves rolled up to his upper arms, making it look like a short sleeved shirt. At the sight of his COs, the younger Pineda brother snapped to attention and saluted them.

"Good morning, sirs!" Juan shouted, the two COs returning the salute. They all dropped the salutes and Juan walked alongside his older brother. "So what is going to happen today, Lieutenant?"

"Juan, you can call me Miguel instead of my rank. You are my little brother after all." Miguel replied, earning an eyeroll from Juan.

"I know! But it's just weird getting used to calling my older brother by his first name when everyone else calls you Lieutenant all the time!" Juan defended himself, earning a smirk from Colonel McCloud and Miguel.

"Anyway, gear up into combat gear. Just the FROG uniforms and vests. You have the option of wearing the pads for your arms and legs. However, either wear the beret or eight-point cover. The helmet you take with you just in case." Miguel told his younger brother who nodded his head.

"You got it, hermano." Juan replied, rushing off back to the barracks instantly...only to stumble and fall flat on his face. Miguel facepalmed at this while Juan got back up. The young Marine gave a nervous grin before rushing off again.

"This is why I am worried about him. One of these days, I'm worried he will end up tripping and landing face first on a landmine." Miguel told Drake, continuing their walk back to their barracks.

"Well he can't get blown up in this world. So he should be fine for now." The Colonel replied, pulling out a pack of cigarettes. He pulled one out and stuck it into his mouth while handing Miguel one. The Lieutenant took one and pulled out a lighter from his pocket. He lit the Colonel's cigarette before lighting his own. He put the lighter back into his pocket and took a hit from the cigarette. He grabbed it between his fingers and exhaled, smoke escaping his mouth.

"I just hope he doesn't screw up with the translations like he screws up on basic natural balance." Miguel commented, sticking the cigarette back into his mouth.

JSDF Base

0930 Hours

Second Lieutenant Yōji Itami looked at the recon team in front of him. After being briefed by Major Higaki, Itami was to lead a recon team to a small village called Koda or Coda. However he had also been warned to be alert for a different army, one that was also modern somewhat. He simply sighed at this, still wishing he could be back home instead of being here.

"Alright. I'm your Squad Captain so we are heading to Koda Village and gather information there before moving on down the road. Anyway, let's mount up and head out." Itami simply commented, sitting shotgun in the lead unarmed jeep. Since it was Japanese made, the driver sat on the right side of the car while passenger sits on the left. Itami's friend, Takeo Kurata, took the wheel as they rolled out of the base. Unknown to them, the same time they left, 32nd MARSOC Company had already geared up and left FOB Augustus for Coda Village. Kurata drove carefully down the dirt road, looking around at the countryside scenery.

"Itami. Do you think this is what our homeland might have looked like before the Industrialization?" Kurata asked, taking in the beautiful scenery. The land had rolling green hills and lush fields of grass. Itami looked at this for awhile until he nodded his head.

"Maybe. Only thing missing is cherry blossom trees and the old temples and villages." Kurata grinned at this before adding in his own input.

"You are thinking of the old series, InuYasha right?" The Lieutenant laughed at this statement, answering his friend.

"Guilty as charged. I just like to rewatch some of the old shows before new episodes of Mei Company air on TV." Itami replied, watching the other two vehicles in the side mirror. Kurata, after hearing the mention of Mei Company, decided to continue onto a different conversation.

"So who is your favorite girl from Mei Company, Itami?" Itami thought for a second before nervously replying.

"That would be Emyu..." This caused Kurata to grin.

"Oh, yeah?" Itami nodded his head until he leveled a stern look at his friend

"Yeah. I'll kill you if you badmouth my waifu." This caused Kurata to get defensive and bring up something to the topic.

"Relax, Itami. Besides, I can sing the opening of Mei Company." Everyone could hear over the radio since the transmitters were connected between the vehicles.

"What!? Seriously?"

"Seriously!" With that, Kurata starts to sing the theme. "Right now, Meikon! Meikon!"

"What is with these guys?" A brunette soldier named Shino Kuribayashi commented, unsure about what her Squad Captain was doing up there with Kurata. The recon team continued on, making progress towards Coda Village.

With the 32nd MARSOC Company

Same time as the JSDF Recon Team Three

(Cue "Going Up The Country" by Canned Heat)

The radio was playing an upbeat tune that had the Marines nodding their heads to. The song consisted of a strumming guitar, light drumming, and a flute. The song was called "Going Up The Country" by Canned Heat and it was perfect road trip music. The group had two Humvees in the lead followed by the truck and two Stryker APCs. Thanks to the tires on the APCs, they managed to make the same speed as the Humvees, allowing faster travel time.

Juan was sitting in the bed of the Humvee with a female 32nd Rookie. The two of them were busy reading their own Captain America comic books while Miguel, Drake, and three other 32nd Veterans discussed what the plan of action is.

"Well that makes sense. Getting to know the locals..." A 32nd Marine, 2nd Lieutenant John Cruz, replied from the gunner's seat. Cruz wore the new Tiger Woodland FROG uniform with a green Kevlar vest, elbow and knee pads, a camouflaged backpack and a helmet which had a skull mask underneath, hiding his face partially except for his blue eyes.

The Colonel looked up and instantly ripped the bandana off of his face. "Jesus, Cruz. Are you really trying to frighten everyone away with that mask?"

"Hey! Give it back!" The caucasian Marine demanded, only for the Colonel to hand it over to Miguel. The First Lieutenant placed it into the glove box and closed it, making Cruz frown.

"You do not need that mask when we are in a village full of civilians. We are there to make friends, not scare them." Miguel berated his fellow officer. The gunner just rolled his eyes and sat up in his turret, grumbling something about Miguel. The Marine next to the Colonel in the back seat was Staff Sergeant David Monroe. The African-American was from the ruins of New Orleans, originally the grandson of a United States Marine. The forty year old was huge height wise, being at least 6' 5.

"Yeah, 2nd LT. It's not even close to Halloween anyway so don't wear your mask." David replied, earning laughter from another 1st Lieutenant who was driving the Humvee. First Lieutenant Mike Silverman was a native Californian with brown hair, white skin and green eyes. He wore his green beret instead of the eight-point cover or the helmet.

"John, just give up on the mask. Remember how you scared those children back in Hawaii with that damn mask on?" Mike reminded him, finally making Cruz give up.

"Fine! The day I will stop wearing the mask only is when Juan admits Captain America sucks!" At that moment, Cruz was glad he wore that helmet. Juan instantly jumped onto his feet and smacked Cruz multiple times with a rolled up newspaper.

"Don't talk shit about Captain America, you jerk! He's an original American superhero!" Juan shouted, landing on finally whack on him before sitting back down. Cruz rubbed his neck from getting hit there while four other veteran Marines laughed at this.

"Man. You should be ashamed of yourself, Cruz." Miguel grinned at this incident.

"Cruz was never one for art in the first place!" Mike spoke up as well.

"We need to give you an intervention, man. You need some Captain America in you." David cracked, earning a laugh from the others.

"Second Lieutenant. We really need you to get up-to-date on the excellency of the Captain America Rises Again comics." McCloud replied, shaking his head. John simply huffed before remaining silent for the rest of the trip. "Say, Corporal. Which radio episode of Captain America Rises Again is your personal favorite?"

"Hmm..." Juan started off, placing a hand underneath his chin. "I would have to say it would be the first ever episode in which the Captain is awoken from cyrosleep by accident and helps the USCPF soldiers escape the military base after ACMF Remnants trap them down in the underground labs."

"Oh I love that one!" Mike instantly shouts out, grinning. "That one was harrowing but awesome. What's your favorite episode, David?"

"Mine? Oh that's an easy one. Episode 137 when Captain America is sent to Flash-torn Japan and helps the USMC descendants escape from the country before the New Japan Liberation Force can kill them all." David quickly answered, recalling memory of hearing the broadcasting of that episode. "What about you. First Lieutenant? What was your favorite episode of Captain America?"

"Episode 339. The End of the MEB. We were voicing ourselves in that one and got to hang out with Ricky Dolares, the voice of Captain America. Remember that, Colonel?" Miguel asked, earning a nod from the man. Suddenly they heard a girlish squeal and looked back to see the seventh Marine, the female rookie look at them with stars in her eyes.

"Oh my God! That was your voices on the radio that episode!?" Private First Class Kinzie Brown looked at the two Marines from the back window in pure excitement. The Marine was close to Juan's age with long blond hair and blue eyes and the same excitement that Juan had as well. However while Juan had joined to be with his only brother left alive, Kinzie held a ideal of being the best of the best. So she had practically worshipped the MARSOC company after hearing about its reformation by Colonel Holt ever since when she was ten. That and she was a major Captain America fan.

"That's correct, PFC Brown. A day after the MEB fleet was sunk, the Radioman requested a few 32nd Marines to his station where we were guest starring in the latest episode." The Colonel replied, raising an eyebrow as the Marine looked at him with starry eyes. However the only issue was that she was pushing Juan against the back of the window who was clearly not amused by this. He grabbed her by the hips and pushed her back down on her butt into her seat. He then leaned back and looked back down at his comic book. Kinzie just looked at him for a moment before huffing at this.

"You are no fun, Juan." Kinzie commented, only for Juan to glare back at her.

"I'm sorry, but I rather not be squished into a window the next time you get up to squeal over something." Juan retorted, putting his comic book back up. He wore the FROG uniform they way he wore it this morning with knee pads on and a Kevlar vest over his torso. However instead of wearing the eight-point cover or beret, he wore a Tiger woodland ball cap on his head with a set of goggles resting on top of the brim. He had a TSR-29 slung across his back with a Mendel Pistol in his right thigh holster. "Besides, I would like to hear what song the radio is going to play next."

(Cue "For What It's Worth" by Buffalo Springfield)

1000 Hours

A half hour later, 32nd Company found a good place to hide their vehicles within the forest they drove into twenty minutes ago and proceeded on foot towards Coda Village. The group started its walk to the village, keeping its eyes peeled for trouble. Because of the fact they were trained to expect anything from guerrilla fighters to highly-trained soldiers, the Marines were always on alert. Even at this moment, Corporal Juan Pineda was so silent and unusually well balanced. He kept glancing around as if expecting a raider to jump out and spray an AK-47 at them like an idiot.

All thirty members of 32nd Company finally emerged from the forest and shocked everyone in the village of Coda. They did not expect strangely dressed men and women with weird metal staffs in their hands. One of them with a strange cap on simply waved at them with a friendly smile and spoke smoothly in the Imperial Language. "Hello. We are looking for a village called Coda. We are sorta your new neighbors in a way."

"N-Neighbors..." An elderly man that was clearly the village chief stuttered, earning a nod from the young stranger.

"Yes, sir. We are members of the United States Civilization Preservation Force that is held up on Hill 01, also known as Dalnus Hill. No need to fear us. We are not here to hurt anyone. In fact, we are new to these parts so to speak." The young man continued, his tanned skin making the villagers think he was a Dark Elf.

"Are you-Are you a Dark Elf?" A young boy asked the stranger, making the man looked confused.

"No. I'm just an Hispanic-American. But what is a Dark Elf?" The man questioned calmly, the young boy looked back at him confusedly as well.

"They are people with dark skin and pointy ears that live in a different region. So what is a His-Panic A-Mer-I-Can?" The boy asked, officially causing everyone to engage in conversation with Juan and Kinzie and several other rookies as translators. They were able to learn from the villagers that there was an elven village further down the road that can be reached by following a creek towards it. The 32nd MARSOC Company decided to hang around and learn about the culture of the people here in Coda Village. In return, the villagers learned something about the rough yet polite and somewhat friendly MARSOC Marines.

While the Company was busy looking around or even helping some of the villagers, they had failed to realize that two jeeps and a armored car with an MG turret roll up to the front of the entrance of Coda. It wasn't until Juan turned and spotted the newcomers looking at them in shock, did the company snap into action. "CONTACT! THREE VEHICLES AT THE VILLAGE ENTRANCE!"

Instantly, all of 32nd Company snapped their weapons up at the unknown soldiers the same time the unknown soldiers stepped out and aimed their own weapons back in return. The villagers instantly fled to their homes and watched nervously as the two unknown forces aimed their staffs at each other. However no one fired because they had no idea who the other side was. In a few moments, it could easily turn from a standoff into a full blown firefight.

This is it. First Contact and they are already aiming weapons at each other. Will they kill each other in a firefight...or will they come to an understanding after several words? Anyway. I'm still asking for OCs for both the USCPFMC 32nd MARSOC Company and anything else. Remember to send me a PM or a review about the story or submitting an OC. Marinerecon out.