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Girls Wild Rise
Chapter 11: The Outside World
Months ago...
"Mama!" a girl shrieked. "Isn't this amazing?!"
She and her family were all watching, thunderstruck. They could not believe what they were seeing.
A minute ago, the little girl was watching a kid's TV show on her favorite channel on a typical Saturday night. She was watching and humming along to the usual tunes of the show, while her mother was washing the dishes. Her little brother was playing an online game, while her father was coming home in a few minutes.
Suddenly, an alarm-like noise echoed from her show.
"What?" she asked, surprised by the sudden change in tone.
Below the show, a blue ribbon-like caption appeared, and a series of words marched out:
BREAKING NEWS: STRANGE NEW ISLAND FORMS IN THE PACIFIC OCEAN
"Mama!" she cried out. "I heard about a new island off the West Coast!"
"Hey!" her little brother shouted. "My online game is full of people talking about one thing!"
"The island?" she asked.
"Yeah!" he cried out, coming out. "You heard? A new island suddenly formed not far from the state of California!"
"Calm down," began their mother. "Now, what did you-"
BANG!
"Honey!" their father dashed in, throwing his suitcase and jacket away. "News channel, now!"
Without a moment's hesitation, more curious than shocked, the little girl obediently gave him the remote (his wife watched, stunned). Snatching it away with incredible speed, he dialed the number, and a news channel appeared.
"This is Wolf News!" a news reporter declared.
"Just in time!" he roared. "Honey! Mary! Joseph! Watch this!"
They all immediately sat down, except for the mother, who put her dish down and brought a family-sized bag of potato chips. On instinct, all four relished the chips, crunching them with a passion.
"What's going on?" she asked. "I heard about this, but it's quite new."
"All of the news channels now," he explained, panting. "Are showing the same thing!"
"We are still figuring some details out," the news anchor continued, as if he heard the father. "But what we know is this: a new island has formed miles from the nearest coasts of California and Baja California. It is at least twice the size of Greenland, although much of the true landmass' size is covered by some mysterious cloud."
The news anchor then turned around to look, his face as flabbergasted as the family, as the giant screen zoomed to show the progression of the island.
"This is much like the Surtsey!" Joseph the little boy shouted.
"Surtsey?" asked Mary his little sister.
"The volcanic island that formed out of a volcanic eruption!" he explained. "You see, it was a unique opportunity for the scientists around the world to study how an island forms."
"It's one way for islands to form," their father explained. "But this island is bizarre."
They were not alone.
"I still cannot believe that this is real!" one of the cameramen offscreen admitted.
"Keep professional!" a more serious voice shouted. "Continue!"
"Ahem!" the anchor said, turning back to face the TV.
"This is crazy!" another voice roared.
"Quiet!" the manager's voice boomed.
"Boss!" another shrieked.
Even the other people in the studio were baffled. Some were trying to maintain their professional demeanor, while others were more blunt in their emotions.
"We have contacted a few scientists," the anchor continued, trying to be unfazed. "But even they are confounded."
They were not alone. Reporters with all kinds of cameras from different countries and news platforms on helicopters filmed the place, showing the audience exactly how the island was emerging.
A whole island was emerging from the ocean. At first, it appeared like a crack from a coast off California. However, the part where the fragment supposedly split away rapidly restored, and the "floating" island suddenly and rapidly grew in size. Spy satellites from multiple countries managed to map out its relative size, which in a few hours grew from the size of a city complex, to the size of Iceland. However, at that point, a strange cloud of sort covered the island, blurring the true nature of the island.
In the US, the President Abel Benford was in an emergency conference with his top members. Elsewhere, royalties, prime ministers, and people of all kinds of ranks and power held their own meetings. Even the UN held its own emergency conference, with some holding video conferences.
"Mr President!" one of them roared, slamming down his own pile of paperwork like an actual fist. "This makes no sense!"
"No time for a clear plan!" another shouted, slamming his own actual fist. "We need to declare state of emergency in California, now!"
"The whole world now knows about this!" yet another boomed. "This is an ACTUAL history in the making!"
"We need our top scientific minds to explain this phenomenon," a calmer person uttered. "Get Paperclip on the phone."
"We need to quarantine California once again!" another asserted.
"This is NOT World War II!" more people roared.
It was mayhem, and all Abel did was to put his head in a facepalm.
However, it was not just the US that was interested in the new island.
"Mr. President!"
He was meeting with his own emergency council, and it was almost just like that of the US, except for one thing.
"The good news is," one of them declared, giving thumbs-up. "Is that numerous drug cartels have finally left our country!"
"The bad news!" another argued. "Is that they all are going to the New Cal en masse!"
"Now this is trouble!" yet another groaned. "The US is making efforts to declare it as their own, even calling it 'New Cal'! This is imperialism, on par with that of Trump!"
"Don't mention Trump!" more voices declared.
"This is NOT an argument about Trump," the President of Mexico shouted. "It's about the New-ahem! The new island! There is no time to argue about who occupies it; we need to take it as our own!"
"But how?" a female leader moaned. "Our military is inferior to that of the US!"
"But!" a clever-looking man noted. "The island is actually closer to our country, specifically to the region of Baja California!"
"But the US will do whatever it wants!" another roared.
The President of Mexico put his hands into a facepalm.
"We are finally free from the EU!"
"So we must set our eyes on there!"
"And be called the 'Second British Empire,' again?"
The Queen of the United Kingdom was in her own secret meeting, with the Prime Minister. Both of them put their hands in a facepalm.
"We are the European Union!"
"But that island is not in European territory!"
All members of the institutions of the European Union met under a single building, which was kept hidden. In a rare move, all members of the European Commission, the European Council, the Council of the European Union, and the European Parliament met together. Normally, each institution was relatively independent, but the discovery of the island sent shockwaves throughout the world.
"But remember the Senshadou school ships?" one of them declared.
"Of course!" numerous voices boomed. "We can use them!"
"But the US will call it imperialism!" another shouted.
"But we have to do something!" more objected.
"We need to negotiate properly!" a representative of Germany grunted.
"And how to protect the negotiation," a representative of France frowned.
A representative of Italy just ignored, shaking his head.
"But this will be crazy," a representative of Finland fretted.
Three of the main officials put their hands in a facepalm.
"We own it!" one of the officials declared inside of a secret council. "Because our girls are in there!"
The Emperor of Japan and the Prime Minister of Japan all were present, in their own heated debate and uproar.
"Just as the Americans planted a flag on the Moon," one of the men boomed. "So we must take it as our own!"
"That is imperialism!" one of them objected.
"It's not!" another argued. "It's restoration of the glory of Japan!"
"And send the wrath of the US upon us?" another groaned.
"But we have to do something!"
The Emperor and the Prime Minister both put their hands in a facepalm.
"This is our chance to rise!"
Another national secret assembly took place, as the Communist Party of China met to discuss the nature of the island. This time, the only person to speak was the President, who also was the General Secretary of the Communist Party of China, and the Chairman of the Central Military Commission. Thus, he was a "paramount leader," so that even the Premier, the actual head of government, sat down to let him talk.
"We are the Zhōngguó," he declared. "Or the Middle Kingdom, the Central State of the world! Finally, after years after years, we have the chance to rise!"
"But what about the US?" asked one of the members.
"We have the prophecy!" he declared. "One of the ancient oracle bones, which we have hidden from everyone else, even the Western experts, foretells of a time when the Sì Xiàng, the Four Symbols, shall appear on the face of the Earth, in order to awaken the Yellow Dragon."
Massive applause ensued, as only the 888 people inside of the secretive chamber knew about the prophecy.
"We the real Center of the World will rise!" the President declared. "And while we friends, we are not afraid. As long as we do this in secret, we will finally show the world who's the real, true, LEADER of the Earth!"
Euphoric roars ensued, as the President continued.
"And," he roared, slamming his stand. "Our thousands and millions shall march on, showing the world the might of the ancient China, who neglected the sense at showing the world its true power. But now, we have a once-in-a-lifetime moment to shine! Our troops, our planes, everything-even our tanks...SHALL RISE ABOVE THE WORLD!"
More roars erupted, and a massive applause boomed.
"But," one of them noted, as the crowd calmed down. "I found something."
"Hmm?" the President asked.
The lone member walked up towards his superiors, handing them a piece of paper.
"Our secret intelligence agents," he said. "Intercepted a message."
The President and the Premier both looked at the paper. Both men made a facepalm.
"Oh no..." both groaned.
"We got intel," a stern voice grunted. "China is making its way."
A rather gloomy room, lit by a few lights, boomed with the grunts and whispers of a number of men and women. It helped that an intense blizzard outside covered the windows, as well as knocking out a few electrical connections, forcing the people to use a few lights that used batteries and other sources of energy.
However, they were stern not because of the mood, but because of the news.
"Our spies have finally infiltrated our Chinese neighbor," one of the tall, robust men declared, handing the President a pile of documents and a single envelope. "Our suspicions are confirmed."
"So," the President said. "Our bishops were not seeing things; they really did have a vision. I should have trusted them more. My apology, Your Holiness."
"Worry not," the Patriarch of Moscow said. "Even I was skeptical, but decided to trust after a long time of prayer. Now, it is clear; the so-called Middle Kingdom is seeking to become the 'Middle' of everything in the world."
"And the only way to overcome that," said a woman, who was the third tallest of everyone in the group; indeed, only two men were taller than her, and they were not even the President or the Prime Minister. "Is to get to the island before the Maoists do."
"And find these Four Symbols and the Yellow Dragon," said another, who was the tallest of them all. "But what should we do to them?"
"Sir!" a secret agent slammed in, opening the doors with passion. Panting, he limped towards his superiors.
"M-M-Mr. President!" he coughed, handing him a single piece of paper.
"Hmm?" the President read the paper. The Prime Minister and the Patriarch of Moscow also looked together.
All three put their hands in a facepalm.
"We've been betrayed..."
"Sir!"
A man still dressed in his Russian outfit stumbled in, barely safe.
"Finally," one of the men in a Guy Fawkes mask said in a calm, powerful voice. "You have it?"
"Here!" he panted, giving him everything he had. "Finally got the information for you Anonymous folks!"
"Call us Anons," the leader said, grabbing the bag and searching its inside. "Hmm, got it."
He then took a phone, and dialed.
"From the UN?" he called.
"Hmm? Ah! You guys...be careful with calling me. I don't want the UN to get suspicious."
"We have something that even the UN will want to know..."
The spy, still in his Russian uniform, put his hands in a facepalm.
"Is this knowledge even worth spreading the world...?"
"It's settled."
The emergency meeting took over three hours, but by then, it was done.
"Ahem!" Abel Benford said, checking his notes. "So, what we know is this:
"The New Cal is an island that suddenly formed off the coasts of both California of the US, and the Baja California and Baja California Sur of Mexico. Hence, geographically, we Americans and our neighbor Mexicans are the most likely to annex the lands. The Mexicans will be alarmed, for we have both the economic and military capacity to colonize the island, an unprecedented move since the earliest days of the US. Even our Founding Fathers may have never expected something like this, but enough history."
He cleared his throat, and continued:
"But the one thing that we can do, that everyone else knows, is that we can plant a nuclear missile platform."
He stopped, as murmurs ensued.
"And we have just built it."
"WHAAATTT!?"
"Yes," Abel stuttered, even wiping his forehead. "Un...unfortunately, some of my military superiors, knowing that there...aren't any rules against colonizing...a...ahem! As the Bible said:
"Where there is no revelation, the people cast off restraint, from Proverbs 29:18. In other words: the New Cal was open, free territory, and some of my military superiors essentially colonized a huge swath of land. We hear reports of numerous factions suddenly popping up all around New Cal. But our current base was able to thwart multiple invasions, using a nuclear missile platform."
"But that will spread radiation!" a secret agent roared, shaking his head.
"Actually," Abel said. "No."
"Huh?!"
"You guys may not want to admit this," he continued. "But the island is magical, so its strange nature actually somehow eliminates the radioactive nature of our nuclear warheads. Even better, since it is a new land, we do not have to worry about any international condemnations, because it is a new state. Still, I am amazed at how strong and fast our military is..."
"Ahem!" one of the secret agents cleared his throat.
"Ah, sorry," Abel said, continuing. "This island also is mysterious, in that even our best satellites cannot penetrate its...force field or smoke or something."
Murmurs ensued, but he was right. All nations' satellites, even spy ones, were unable to determine the island's true size or even what was on it. Weeks ago, both Russia and China claimed to know its size, but the news was really a ploy, throwing most people off. Now, it was essentially a race against time for most nations involved.
"Although the UN requested a meeting to get all nations to meet up," he continued. "We obviously know that the meeting alone will take weeks to even gather, and most of us know that 'time is gold.' We need to do something, before other nations can finally take it over. While I am no fan of colonizing a land, not when I want to avoid history repeating, this land is far too important to lose."
"We already have military communications and combat stations established. Man, we are so good at this...which leads me to an obvious statement: other nations will do what it will take to do something about it. Already, I have reports that we have at least three of these colonies, which are currently under martial law, which is causing tensions."
"And our CIA and other anonymous reports confirm our suspicions: some of our Marines, SEALs, and other soldiers have been attacked, even killed, by strange beings or...monsters of sort. While some are unquestionably humans, others have been attacked by what appeared to be mutant animals. Yes, this sounds like something out of science fiction books, but this is serious. The lives of our own people are in danger, and we need to move fast. If the only way is to colonize, then we will have 'speak soft and carry a big stick.' However, if all goes well, then the island of New Cal should be easy to negotiate among the peoples of the world.
"Some of our secret agents have apparently tried to cover this whole incident up...but there is no point. The so-called Fall of California drew attention to a mysterious lab experiment, happening without our official authorization. Fortunately, some members of the former PAMC..."
Murmurs echoed audibly, as a formerly prestigious corporation was now exposed and went bankrupt.
"...have given us crucial information, that allowed us to discover that they were trying to 'end human suffering' of sort. Well, ironically, it not only caused suffering, but also created an island unlike anything we have ever seen."
"Long story short, our overall mission is this: discover the very TRUTH of the matter, not only of the island of New Cal, but also the fate of the Senshadou girls from the Japanese school ships."
"We have one of them in custody," one of the secret agents declared, clearing his throat. "And I suspect that the others are, too, under their own sponsor nations."
"What about the JSF and the rest of the League?" another asked.
"They're under UN watch," a robust man sighed. "And are still not allowed to leave for some reason."
Murmurs echoed.
"And what about everybody else?" asked a small, bespectacled woman.
Abel sighed, and put his hands into a facepalm.
"It's complicated."
"Sir," a man talked in a darkened hallway.
"This is NSF," another one whispered. "Why keep it private?"
"Is the island..."
An audible sigh echoed.
"I feel you," the man admitted. "Our scientific method and everything...if I thought the use of tanks for sport was insane, this is beyond understanding."
Both men put their hands in a facepalm.
"This is a sign from God!"
A preacher at a mega-church, packed full, roared.
"We the people of Africa!" he continued. "We the people of the Federal Republic of Nigeria have seen what's going on. This is a sign of God finally expressing his might in the world!"
The crowd roared.
"But!" he said with a sigh, putting his hand in a facepalm.
"Our neighbors..."
"We now begin the meeting of the African Union," said a speaker.
He was speaking an a secret meeting, inside of an undisclosed location, but it looked like a chamber house, with very heavy steel doors.
"We now meet at Addis Ababa of the Federal Democratic Republic of Ethiopia," he declared. "That this is history in the making: the island that formed off the coasts of the American continents. Specifically, off the southwestern areas of California, we have the island that is said to be a sign from God above. Now, we host this emergency meeting: what to do with the island."
He put his hands in a facepalm.
"And complicated by our relations with others..."
"My brothers and sisters!" a preacher spoke into numerous microphones, addressing a colossal crowd.
Over two million people crowded into a single road, hearing the preacher roar. They had all kinds of paint over the faces and bodies. Numerous, colorful statues of Vishnu, Shiva, Ganesha, Parvati, Lakshmi, Durga and various others towered over the masses.
"The Island of the New Beginning has arisen!" he declared. "Now is the time for a new era of paradise, the Satya Yuga!"
The crowd roared.
"Guru!" a young girl squealed.
"What is it, my dear?" he asked casually, unfazed but smiling as he took her up.
"What is the Satya Yuga?" she asked.
Some people in the audience giggled.
"The Satya Yuga," he explained. "Is the first and best of the four Yugas, or the eras of the world of Earth. We currently live in the Kali Yuga, or the Dwapara Yuga, depending on experts. However, this is a history in the making!"
The crowd roared again.
"So," she said again. "What about our neighbors?"
The preacher put his right hand in a facepalm.
"Ah," he groaned. "Those Muslims..."
"Allah has spoken!"
An imam, a type of religious leader, boomed from his pulpit, as the faithful gathered.
"The island has arisen!" he declared. "Finally, after all these years, there is now hope for redemption of our lands. We have the opportunity to finally rise out of our situation!"
A murmur of agreement echoed.
"But," he sighed, putting his hands into a facepalm.
"The Israel..."
"Brothers and sisters!" a general boomed, as he faced a regiment of the Israel Defense Forces.
Next to him, a rabbi nodded in stern silence, with his tefillin in hand and reading from a scroll.
"The whole world now knows about the island," the general declared. "I will get to the point: the island has resources beyond our wildest dreams. Our enemies will exploit that to try and overcome our defenses. This is our homeland, Israel. We need to defend it at all costs."
"Roger!" everybody roared.
"We have sent a secret group to infiltrate the island," he continued. "We hope that all will go well."
"But sir," one of the soldiers asked, raising his hands. "What about others?"
"Hmm?" he asked. "Which one?"
"Eh..." he fidgeted. "Vatican?"
The general put his hands into a facepalm.
"Oh no," he groaned. "You made a great point; they're already on the way..."
"Your Holiness," said a hooded man, talking in the shadow.
"You do not need to hide," said white-clad man, in his throne-like chair.
"I have to," he whispered. "Your Holiness, I have good news and bad news."
"Go on."
"The good news: we have sent our own agents into the island."
"And?"
"The bad news: there is a lot of demonic influence over the lands."
"Can you purify it?"
"We are in the process."
"Go."
The hooded man walked away, as if merging with the shadows. The pope then sighed, putting his hands into a facepalm.
"Choices, choices," he groaned. "God Almighty, may you be ever glorified, and the rock of Christ rise."
"Friends, brothers, and sisters," a pastor spoke, his voice echoing in the mountains.
He stood on top of a boulder, his casual but collared shirt almost glowing in blues and whites, as his congregation below sat on various boulders and chairs.
"We now are here to declare," he said. "That we must flee to the island."
The crowd sighed. About 100 men, women, and children were around.
"I know," he admitted. "We Christians are still struggling. For years and years, we have been taught to never mess with magic, since it is the power of the devil. However, we suddenly have this magic...which means that we have a moral crisis here. On the one hand, we can deny this, and leave the congregation. Many have done so, only to not only retain magic, but also be caught by the authorities. On the other hand, like us here, we decide to retain magic, but learn to pray and ask God for guidance, as we go through these hard times."
"How is this hard?" asked a young boy. "Check this out!"
He picked up a pebble, and threw it high up into the air. He then held his hands out, as if summoning something. His hands glowed a baby blue color. The pebble floated in the air, and moved around like an avatar in a video game.
"Stop that!" his mother hissed. "Do not mess with-"
"He makes a good point," the pastor declared. He disappeared, then teleported right in the middle of the congregation. Nobody was surprised; he had already done it before.
"Son," he said, picking up the floating pebble and putting it down. "You are right about that, and we have been struggling. After weeks of consideration, we decide to move. We now must move."
The crowd mumbled.
"But we will happen to us?"
His right hand approached his face, but he held back. Instead of a facepalm, he put his hands together.
"Lord God," he boomed, as the rest of his congregation emulated. "We do not know why this is happening. But please, lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from evil. Please, remember us as we move on. So, whether we eat or drink or whatever we do, please help us. Help us to do it all for your glory. Right now, we put our lives in your hands, as we finally move to the island.
He wept.
"Please God," he sniffed. "Help us..."
"Help us," a lone, long-haired woman stood on the front deck, the boat dreary and rocking along the harsh waves.
"Miho, stay alive. Save me, save us, save Senshadou..."
Well-well...the whole world is in uproar.
And wow, I managed to publish this chapter after only about two days; I must really like this.
If you want any nation to appear, let me know.
Please not only review, but also message him if you want to see a specific nation appear. If you do, then I may have a story arc dedicated to that nation, just as I did with the Nuroks in their own arc.
I give a shout-out to:
-commanderstarscream123 for his realistic story scene of how an outsider will react to seeing a TV report.
-Trex98 for his opinion on how other countries will react.
-The Blue Dragoner for his ideas on how specific nations and even scientists will react.
-der Jagdexperte for his realistic opinions about specific nations, especially Germany and the UK.
-Ghost recon- Bryan Uzimaki for his comprehensive world-building ideas.
-Anime Psychologist for his realistic ideas about the difference in reactions between First World and Third World countries towards New Cal.
Well then, panzer vor!