Location: [Classified]
Time: Classified
"Are you really sure you want to test the XM-4 BattleMech prototype on what's basically primates, sir?" Asked a Nexus Engineer.
"Yes, I'm sure. We don't have to worry about it getting lost or destroyed by the natives, they probably don't even know what gunpowder is!" Replied a dark figure. "Press the order through for 300 prototypes built and I want 40 of them to be station in the new world."
"300!? But sir! Those would cost more than the United States military budget for 5 years combined!"
"Push. It. Through"
The engineer gulped "yes sir…"
Location: Somewhere in Staten Island
Time: Classified
"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH" A man screamed while another person tore all his fingernails off, blood was everywhere. "One last time," said the torturer. "Tell me everything you know" He said in a metallic and unnatural voice.
"Go to hell vile demon!" Yelled the Imperial soldier, and he spat in his face. The torturer, angry, pushed a big red button called "Gas" and a sickly green Gas began spilling from the vents in the ceiling, however, he made no move to get out of the airtight chamber.
He watched as the imperial soldier began coughing up blood and pieces of his lungs and he pressed the button again, and the gas stopped. The imperial soldier was dying in front of him, drawing in his last breaths through his barely functioning Lungs.
The torturer walked out of the chamber and said to the people sitting at the console "bring me another one, the legate this time. These fucks aren't going to give up anything if I don't begin to do it the hard way."
"Yes Major" replied a scientist.
Soon, a guard pushed the angry and yelling legate into the room and closed the door.
"LET ME OUT THIS INSTANT! DO YOU KNOW WHO I AM?! I WILL HAVE YOU ALL EXCUTE-" He was interrupted when the Major punched him in the stomach, and the legate doubled back, clutching his stomach and groaning in pain.
He looked up and saw the dead soldier strapped onto the chair. His eyes widened as the Major pushed the corpse off the chair and forced the legate into the chair, not bothering to wipe the still-warm blood off the seat.
"Now listen here you little bitch, tell me absolutely EVERYTHING and maybe you won't end up like that guy over there, " he said, pointing to the carcass on the floor.
"I'm not giving you shit demon!" The legate then spat in his face, like the last guy.
Completely disgusted with having two people spit on his expensive translator gear, he grabbed both the legate's ears and twisted, hard. He screamed and overwhelming pain slammed into him and he gasped for breath when the major finally let go. He had been taught how to inflict painful but not-lethal injuries.
"I swear. I will gouge out your eyeball and feed it to a dog, you only need 1 eye to see." The Major threatened as he pulled out what appeared to be a ice cream scoop with sharpened edges.
The legate's eyes widened "PLEASE PLEASE I'LL TELL YOU EVERYTHING!" The major smiled, finally. Someone had broke under the pressure and was going to give him some sweet info.
2 Hours Later
He says that they have around 300000 soldiers after the attack. Apparently they had sent 50000 men over here to attack us.
"Alright thanks, sir, the General will be really happy to finally get something useful out of one of these guys. The guys have cleaned up the room and you're ready for your next… ah… session."
"Ight, thanks, Garry."
The Major walked into the room, with an important-looking person strapped to the metal chair, and his eyes were fearful because he knows what's gonna happen, either by the screams or the faint smell of blood still in the air.
"Now listen, I'm in a good mood after my last victim told me everything and more I want to know, just tell me what you know and maybe I'll spare your life," said the Major.
"You look important, what region or city do you come from, and what is your name?" Asked the Major.
"M-my name is c-count formal, leader of the formal clan, I come from the city of Italica, but please, whatever you do, don't hurt my precious Myui, she's soo young! Please!"
Now, this was interesting. "And where exactly is Italica?"
"It's the largest settlement closest to Alnus hill, but again I beg of you, don't hurt myui, please! She's only 11 years old!"
Hmmm, this could work out in their favor "how bout we make a little deal, count?" Asked the Major
"A… Deal?" Questioned the Count
"Yes, a deal. In exchange, if handing your city over to us, we won't burn it down to the ground!"
"Yes! Yes! Anything! Where are the papers?"
"Wait… you're willing to betray your empire as easily as that?!"
"Believe me, I have no love for the empire. I only sent soldiers over because the emperor demands it."
Just like ancient times, do or die. "Now, we don't have any papers at the moment, but I assure you, we'll draft one up quickly, in about a day. But I warn you, if your city attacks first, then we'll burn the city to the ground."
The count gulped, he didn't dare question his threat.
Location: Other side of the Gate
Time: Unknown
"What the fuck are we supposed to do?! The legate is probably dead, only about 4 men returned, and they told us that they were destroyed in an hour! How are we supposed to repel these demons!?"
"I don't know sir, but the smartest option is probably to retreat, we're no match for these demons at our current numbers, we should wait for renfor-"
"Are you a coward?! If we let these Demons take Alnus, then we'll be regarded as traitors and cowards! We must stand our ground! How many men and heavy siege weapons do we have?"
"We have about 20000 Legionaries and 5000 Archers, also we have 200 Siege weapons, however only 30 are functioning. The others were disassembled in order to fit them through the gate. If we hurry, then we could get more of them assembled…"
"There is no time! Our scouts report hearing sounds coming from the gate getting louder and louder! Who knows what they will bring across the gate! Set up our catapults at the back, and have them load grapeshot."
"Grapeshot?! They will mow down the enemy AND our own!"
"You blind fool, the catapults will cause enough of a distraction for us to escape, I've heard the stories from the survivors, and I'm not dumb enough to risk my life for some few extra coin in my pockets. We will escape to the capital and make the excuse that they have overrun our positions."
"Great plan sir! But, how would we know when they will come?"
"The survivors have reported that it's currently daytime on the other side of that gate, we can assume that they will take at least 1 day to prepare their armies and cross. Prepare our horses, I don't want to get caught with my pants down. Have our men set up defensive positions, just enough to make it seem we at least did something."
"Yes sir."
Location: New York City
Status: Yellow
It was complete chaos in New York City. Multiple fires spread through the city and the moans of dying men could be heard throughout the city. Dangerously low on actual medical supplies, the wounded were giving a label, determining if they would service or not. The ones who will soon die are given a cigarette or a bottle of beer, and propped up against a wall.
The ones who could be saved got treated with what little medical supplies were left. Meanwhile, the army is actively searching for remaining imperials, kicking over bodies and dragging them into vans to an unknown fate. Eventually, the chaos slowly died down, as the fires got put out andthe wounded were tended to. However you might ask, what happened to the surviving imperial who weren't taken in for questioning?
BattleLog:
12909 Civilians dead
102 Civilians missing
1908 Police Dead
98 Soldiers dead
Imperial Casualties:
57749 Dead
12099 Unknown humanoids Dead
Result: Costly American Victory
Location: New York City
Yankee Stadium
Time: Classified
"Hey watch it you Demo-"
BANG
The imperial soldier fell down, dead, with blood and brain matter splatter on the ground.
"Alright, right now, all of you are prisoners of the US of A! Here are some rules!
Number one, Questions are bad. Number two! Don't talk back or you'll die! Number three! Don't piss me off or else you'll die! And number four, don't call us "Demons" or else you'll end up like that guy!" He said, gesturing to the dead body on the ground.
"I am a noble of the Valerii family! I demand better treatment!"
Bang!
The noble fell down dead, and the other nobles who wanted to protest quickly shut themselves up, not wanting to die.
"Alright, into the vans with all of ya- wait" The Lieutenant stopped and listened to his radio. He looked grim, but then slowly smiled. "Alight you fuckers, new orders from the Top brass themselves, line up against the wall."
The prisoners slowly lined up against the wall, and America publicly committed a war crime for the first time in centuries.
Location: Bunker under the White House
Time: [REDACTED]
"The plans are being finalized, Mr. president. Nexus has asked us access for free reign to design a forward operating base in the special region, should we grant the access to them?"
"Of course, they have some of the Best damn engineers I know! With their new construction mechs, the base should be done in no time." Replied President Andrew.
"How many men have fallen during the attack?" Asked the president.
"We don't know yet sir, the numbers just keep going up. We have a rough estimate of 8000 civilians dead and 100 missing, possible taken as slaves."
"How many men have we already mobilized?"
"Half the country is ready for war, sir."
"This is my fault, if I didn't ignore the email regarding the gate, then this shut wouldn't have happened in the first place!"
"Mr. president, this isn't your fault. Most of us didn't believe it at first until the calls and video evidence came. None of us could've predicted this."
"And you're telling me that we didn't see this coming while Nexus has already mobilized 3 Rapid Response Teams 3 hours prior to the incident?!"
"They have access to some information that even we don't have, sir. Maybe it's that new form of radiation we discovered a few years back?"
"I don't know, but if they know something we don't, then I tend to squeeze something out of them. I'm tired of being left in the dark, I have the most powerful position in the world dammit! I'll make sure to squeeze them, and squeeze them dry, I will."
Location: [REDACTED]
Time: [REDACTED]
"Well gentlemen, we have done it. We have officially gotten access to the gate when the president publicly announces that soldiers will be crossing over the other gate in order to destroy this 'Sanderan Empire'. I have taken the time to draft the plans for a forward operating base the moment we secure a sizable piece of land. The Army has given us free will of designing the base however we want." Someone said, as he tossed the files across the glass table.
"What's this? You plan to bring over 3 tons of nuclear material? Even for a fusion reactor, this is way too much, you must have something else planned for this excess nuclear fuel."
"Indeed I have, very good observation, [REDACTED], I plan to build 5 nuclear silos the moment we are finished with the base. If we somehow lose this war due to some unknown factor, then we shall bring the new world down with us."
Yay
