Cañon City, Colorado, Rocky Mountain States

October 17th, 2025/October 1962

0900 Hours

To say the US military had been busy the last few weeks was a complete and utter understatement. The United States military had gone from a peacetime readiness, at DEFCON 5, to wartime readiness, at DEFCON 2 within two days. Two weeks had passed since the events in Canon City and everyone was rushing to prepare for the worst. News outlets had been completely shut out of the town, civilians had been evacuated to nearby towns, and the U.S. government announced that any satellites, military or commercial, that passed over the region, would be shot down. Fast Reaction Units of the United States Army, and Marine Expeditionary Units were being called in from across the country. The US military, having realized the disagreeable terrain surrounding the other side of the portal in Colorado, the army moved Heaven and Earth to bring enough combat engineers and construction workers to begin cutting down trees and lay the foundations for an airstrip on the other side. They were also bringing in as many available Patriot Missile Batteries, and THAAD batteries as were available to move on short notice. The last thing anyone wanted was either the Japanese Empire or Nazis finding out about what was going on, so air defense became the main priority for the US military.

But that didn't mean they were completely without air support on the other side. Air Force units were slower to begin moving aircraft over, but the United States Marine Corps had deployed the first combat ready aircraft in the region, courtesy of VMA-231, the Ace of Spades. The Harrier Jump jets they used were supposed to be phased out, but those plans were grinded to a halt when certain events flipped the country upside down. One squadron, consisting of 12 Harriers, were capable of being scrambled in case of an emergency. Other aircraft consisted of smaller, unmanned drones which were being used to map out Nazi positions to the east, and watch the roads out west, making sure that neither side caught wind of what was happening.

Luckily for the US military, the members of ODA's 0211 and 0212 ran into a high ranking resistance member in the town, who happened to be the owner of the local restaurant. To say that they had difficulty explaining the situation to him, and the townsfolk, was the understatement of the century. Even back in their world's 1960's, the concept parallel universes wasn't a well known topic. Very few individuals would even have thought of the concept, and those weren't people you'd find in a small town, in a rump America divided by the axis powers. However they weren't in charge of dealing with them anymore, as more experienced and better trained individuals were tasked with doing so. However, both teams had snuck aboard a group of trucks meant for New York City, to assist the resistance over on the East Coast, working out of some mechanic shop.

As it stood now, thousands of troops were already across, with every approach vector being mapped out and watched. Townsfolk were being supplied with food and medicine from the army's combat medics, but they were overwhelmed. Combine that with the army trying to make sure word doesn't leak out, their job was much harder than they thought.

"I still can't believe all this," Lemuel Washington said in disbelief as an M1 Abrams in forest drab rolled down the street, followed by a procession of trucks carrying soldiers and supplies. He and other members of the resistance in the Rocky Mountain States had gathered to Canon City after hearing rumors of what was going on. While they believed the rumors to be completely false, and possibly a trap by the Nazis or Japanese, they changed their tune at the sight of thousands of American soldiers, backed up by equipment far superior to what the axis has, building up a base of operations in the town itself.

"Well you better start believing now, because we're here to stay," Captain Faye Lau replied. "We're not going to sit idly by and allow the axis to be a threat to you, or to us. We have the means to kick their asses off their high horse, and by god we're going to do it."

"Still, I just can't believe my eyes. I never thought I'd ever a sight like this again in my life. The American army is back and far stronger than the one we had." Said an older, rounder man, with tears running down his eyes. His gaze fixated on the seemingly unending convoy, the soldiers marching by in full combat gear, accompanied by a newly arrived contingent of Marines from the 2nd MarDiv. The 3rd Battalion, 6th Marines, Teufelhunden, supported by LAV-25's from the 2nd Light Armored Reconnaissance Battalion, were the first ground combat Marines to arrive through the portal, and were being sent out west.

"A far more diverse army than what we had all those years ago," Washington said as he studied the formation of soldiers entering the town. White, Black, Hispanic, even Asian soldiers were among the ranks. Even women, albeit far fewer in number, were present among their ranks. "When did you desegregate the military? And more importantly, when did you allow women to serve in combat capacity?" Lau just chuckled in response to his question.

"Complete desegregation after World War Two, which ended in 1945. Would've been sooner, but Woodrow Wilson fucked that up. As for women serving in combat, fairly recently. If they can meet the requirements for such a job, they can get in. I know how it looks, its still the 1960's after all, no offense, but everyone here is capable of doing their job, and doing it well. Despite how some of us may look, we're not your enemy, we're here to help you take the fight to them." she finished, pointing East, then West.

"The Nazis control one half of the country, the Japanese control the other half, and we're stuck in the middle. If the Nazis figure out what's going on here, what's stopping them from just nuking us?" A girl named Trudy argued.

"If." Lau said as a smile creeped up on her face. "If the Nazis decide to launch missiles or bombers, they won't be making it past those." She said, pointing at a nearby Patriot Missile Battery, whose tubes were pointed eastward.

"And your sure they'll work?" Washington asked.

"They worked fine during World War Three, and in the other minor conflicts we've fought back home, so they'll definitely work fine here." She said, slightly amused at how they reacted when she mentioned a third world war.

"Third World War?"

"Long story short, us and the Russians fought in out in the late 1980's. We managed to force the communists out of Germany, but the threat of mutually assured destruction stopped us from going further. That and our forces were just as badly mauled as they were by the end of it." the looks of disbelief and shock on their faces only made Lau laugh even more. "Enough about that though, I'd like to ask you some questions now. First being how the hell you guys lost the war against the axis in the first place?"

"We already told you, the Nazis dropped the bomb on Washington, and it was all downhill from there. Axis invaded both coasts, pushed in, and two years later, it looked like it does now." a man named Randall said. "I'm not sure what's so hard to understand about it."

"I'm not trying to sound like a bitch here, but just about all of us have been trying to figure out how you lost. In our world, Germany never came close to having an atomic bomb. Japan was closer than they were, but that's not saying much. Hell, all of us are trying to figure out how even Japan got as far as they did. We looked over the history of the war, but there's so much we just don't know how it was possible."

"Either way Captain Lau, its all in the past, and there's nothing we can do about it." came a voice from behind her. It was Major Louis Chang, leader of ODA 0210, and overall commander of the 10th SFG forces in the area.

"Sir!" she said, once she recognized who he was. "You have orders for my team yet or are we holding position?"

"The drones spotted some unusual activity out West. Some Japanese border units getting really jumpy for some reason. Some of the Jarheads belong to a recon unit, and I want you and your team with them when they head west."

"Yes sir, just tell me when we're leaving."

"It won't be until later today, but you best get your team ready. The border station is right next to the Green River, so come prepared, but try not to let the Japanese know what's up. We're probably going to attract attention due to the fact we've got units heading up to Denver, and that the road situation in the region is piss poor. Pack as light as you can, but bring what you think you'll need."

"Understood sir, I'll get my team prepared." with that, she set off to ready her team, and link up with the Marine recon unit that was gearing up for a road trip out west.


To say this next mission was extremely risky, was an understatement. The trip to Green River, Utah, was nearly 350 miles away. While not a far distance in a normal situation, any attempt at resupply or back up could be at the moon for as far as they were concerned. Little was known about the region, even after all the talks with the locals. Even with the JLTV's having a range of 300 miles, emphasis was placed on carrying as much fuel as possible, and acquiring fuel from the locals if need be. As a result, the members of ODA 0213, as well as the 20 man team of MARSOC Marines, were travelling through unknown territory, not knowing what they might encounter along the way.

"The road network in place is absolutely terrible," said Brian McDermott as he went over the map of the road system with the MARSOC team planner.

"This route should take us through the town's of Montrose and Grand Junction, so hopefully they have gas there." The Marine replied.

"Hopefully, because the last thing we need is to run out of gas, leave the vehicles, and hoof it there and back."

"Luckily the fuel we're bringing, and how much we stripped from the trucks, we shouldn't have too many problems. I'm just hoping we don't need to use the anti tank rockets we brought along."

"If we do, shits already hit the fan, at which point returning likely won't be in the cards."

"Guess we'll figure out when we get there, now won't we?"

"How we doing boys, we got the route figured out?" Lau asked as she walked up and examined the map.

"We've more or less got the route figured out, ma'am. Our biggest worry is carrying enough fuel for the trip. There are towns in the way, but whether they actually have gas is a whole other question." McDermott replied as he marked the town locations on the map.

"How light we packing for this trip?"

"Aside from carrying as much fuel as possible, the only heavy ordinance we're bringing alone are a few AT4's and a Smaw rocket with us. Hopefully we don't have to use them, but we're bringing them along just in case."


Joint Base Hickam, Kingdom of Hawaii

October 17th, 2025

0900 Hours

"There's no fucking way!" exclaimed Kenny Inouye as he lifted off the tarmac at Joint Base Hickam. His F-15C joined that of other Hawaiian pilots in the sky as they raced to intercept a flight of five aircraft which had just appeared on the radar less than half an hour ago. In fact, alot more than just a few aircraft popped up on the radar. An American E-2 Hawkeye, which was on maneuvers off the coast, had spotted a small group of naval vessels off the coast of Hawaii, roughly 250 miles out. One of those ships included an aircraft carrier, which made everyone scratch their heads in befuddlement. "Who the hell is strolling their way over here with a goddamn aircraft carrier? RIMPAC ended months ago!"

"Fuck if I know man, but we've still got unknowns coming towards us at a speed faster than I care for." Brian Hale, his wingman, and best friend said over the radio. "It can't be the Americans for obvious reasons, its too far from India, and neither China or Japan have any reason to out this far for any reason."

"So basically we'll find out when we get next to whoever these guys are?"

"More or less," another one of his squadron members said. "The timing is also fucking weird given what's going on over in America right now. Like, they completely closed off a whole town in the middle of their country, and won't let anyone go near it."

"What the hell was all that even about anyway? I just saw on the news that the US military has been swarming into the place for no good reason."

"I read on some conspiracy website that Nazis from another world or something."

"Game faces on ladies, we're closing in on the bogeys!" their flight leader ordered them. "Let's worry about the here and now, and who's knocking on our doorstep." he said as three American F-18's formed up on their flank. There was 8 of them versus the 5 unknown aircraft coming their way. It wasn't long before both sides started hailing the other over the radio, trying to figure out who the other way.

"Attention aircraft of the Greater Germanic Reich, you are in restricted airspace of the Japanese Empire, turn around immediately!" said a voice in badly accented English. All those listening in on the shared frequency being used to communicate did a double take upon hearing that.

"What the fuck did he just say?" Inouye said in astonishment.

"Yeah, did we just hear that shit correctly?" Asked one of the F-18 pilots trailing off to his left flank.

"I guess we know who's off the coast, but fucking why? Why the hell is Japan bringing a whole fucking fleet to Hawaii?" Another American pilot asked. A good question. A great fucking question. Just why were the Japanese this close with a whole fleet? Soon though, they'd learn very fast that these weren't the Japanese they were familiar with.

"Contacts two miles out!" Inouye said as he pulled his fighter off the left, getting ready to come around the side of whoever was coming their way. The formation of American and Hawaiian fighters split, and soon found themselves on the tail of, and then right next to the contacts. As Inouye got on the flank of one of the fighters, he got a closer look at the insignia along the side. More than that, he got a closer look at the flag on the wing. Imperial Japanese Flag, was what he had identified it as, like everyone else did. The pilot in the cockpit of the fighter, which resembled an older cold war era Fuji, looked at the assortment of fighters surrounding them, in complete shock.

"Attention pilots of the Japanese Maritime Self Defense Force, you are encroaching on Hawaiian airspace, turn around immediately!" The flight lead ordered. One by one, each Japanese fighter soon had a tail, with the last three fighters forming on the sides, and above. They were loaded for bear, or rather, what could be called loaded for bear. Each one sported only two missiles, and they were barely pushing 400 miles an hour. If they had to guess, this was their best performance. Against five F-15's and three F-18's? It was nowhere near enough.

"Attention aircraft of the Greater Germanic Reich, this is Major Ayao Shirane of the Imperial Japanese Navy, you will vacate our airspace at once!" Once again, to the confusion of everyone, the term Greater Germanic Reich was used to describe them. One way or another, the Japanese government would have some serious explaining to do not only Honolulu, but to Washington as well. But right now, they needed answers.

"This is Captain Eleu Kekoa of the Hawaiian Air Force," The flight leader said, his patience having run thin. "I'm sick of these sick games with you. We are not Germans, nor do I know why you think we are. What I Do Know is that You are entering Sovereign Hawaiian Airspace, and you will be engaged if you do not divert you course immediately, do you understand me!"

"Stupid Gaijin!" Were the only words that came over the net before the Japanese pilot began relaying orders to his men, and they started breaking off from their formation. The flight leader pulled back on the stick, allowing the F-18 that was trailing him to shoot past, before going full throttle once more. Once the fighter was ahead, nose mounted machine gun opened fire, its .50 caliber gun spewing rounds that were dodged effortlessly by the American fighter. All but one, they soon realized as the pilot that was hit made so clear over the radio.

"This is 1-2, this bastard just clipped my vertical stabilizer, I'm gonna have to go back to Hickam!" The damaged F-18's pilot said. The situation was relayed to command, and the authorization was given to open fire.

"Run these bastards down!" The Lead American called out as he got behind the lead Japanese fighter, the same one who had hit his own fellow pilot.

"Holy shit!" Inouye commented, as he watched as the F-18 climbed above and behind the lead fighter, and in one flick of a switch, the 20mm Vulcan cannon roared to life, the rounds very purposely, and very accurately, shearing through the cockpit. The front end of the jet practically fell off, with the rest of the fuselage spiraling down into the ocean. He also noticed blood had found its way across his canopy, as streaks of it covered nearly a quarter of it. He was going to say something, but was interrupted as a bright flash of light caught his attention.

"Eagle 2, Fox 2!" Hale said over the net as an AMRAAM missile collided with one of the fighters, disintegrating it. Then another one disappeared off the radar screen. Then another. Soon, there was but one left, which had frantically turned, and was trying to escape. The American's followed it, taking almost sadistic joy as they followed the hopelessly outclassed fighter. Simultaneously, both F-18's fired their cannons, the rounds shredding both of the fighter's wings completely off, and forcing the jet to tumble straight downward. The pilot ejected just in time, his seat and parachute activating before the point of no return was crossed.

"Got that sonuva bitch!" One of the Americans called out over the radio. They had won the engagement, and that was something worth celebrating. But this fight had left them with more questions than answers. Why were the Japanese bringing a fleet to Hawaii? Why were they using such antique jets? Why did they just declare war on the United States and the Kingdom of Hawaii due to their actions? None of them had any clue as to what was going on, and as more than two dozen fresh contacts came from the direction of Hawaii, all of them a mixture of F-15's and F-18's, they had the feeling this wasn't over yet.

"This is Watcher 1-1, all callsigns on this net, I have eyes on an unknown naval task force at bearing 1-7-0, approximately 245 miles west of Oahu." Came the voice of the E-2 Hawkeye above the battlefield. "All stations this net, I say again, we have total of seventeen vessels approaching at bearing 1-7-0, approximately 245 miles west of Oahu. Fleet is comprised of multiple vessels, including an aircraft carrier, and I'm not kidding on this last one, an honest to god Battleship!" As those last words came over the net, every pilot did a double take, not believing what they just heard.

"Just what the fuck is going on here?" Kekoa asked in disbelief. "How the fuck do they have a fucking battleship? Those things should be museum pieces, not sailing out here!"

"Fights not over yet, gents!" Came the voice of an Australian over the radio. "Check your HUD's boys, you aren't going to believe what's out there!" The various pilots began receiving a feed from the Hawkeye that was above, and the pictures and live footage it sent back was unbelievable. A fleet of destroyers, cruisers, tankers, transports, one carrier, and a full on battleship were on approach to Hawaii. Being told about it is one thing, but seeing it was another. As they formed up with the mass of fighters heading west. As new orders were being passed along, United States Pacific Command, Honolulu, and DC, had a front row seat at the current proceedings. Frantic calls were made to heads of states, and naval assets began shifting their course towards the area. The fun had only just begun.


Aboard his flagship, the Musashi, Admiral Toshihira Inokuchi looked out west, towards the direction of the Hawaiian Islands. The Emperor had ordered him and his fleet to Pearl Harbor Naval Base, where he would be sent to keep an eye on Reich Naval Forces in the Pacific. It had been a long time since he had seen Hawaii. He was last present in 1945, when his fleet used it as a staging ground for the invasion of the West Coast of America. It was a beautiful place to be, and sailors enjoyed it. Although he doubted he'd get much time to enjoy it. While the Reich only had direct access to the Pacific via Panama, it was a known fact they had operated U-Boats all around. Wish as he may, there was nothing that could be done about it. Japan and Germany weren't at war, so they had to tolerate it.

At least when he left port, he didn't believe that war was a possibility. After he passed through an unexpectedly powerful storm, he came to find out that he was unable to contact authorities at Pearl. Hell, he hadn't been able to contact anyone outside of his fleet, not even Tokyo! He had ordered his submarines to search around for German U-Boats and to check in at regular intervals. It was well past that time their scheduled time, and it worried Inokuchi. While the Empire of Japan had superior surface forces, they knew their submarines were well ahead of what Japan had. Of course, that wasn't what worried him the most. The Heisenberg Device had been replicated by Japan over a decade ago, but German missile technology was well ahead of Japan's. They were limited to bombers for transports, which left Japan at a severe disadvantage if it came to war.

The lack of communications had forced him to launch fighters from Zuihō to take a look. That gave him hope that his equipment was only rattled from the storm, and that everything was normal. Then the first reports came back to him. It was originally thought that somehow, aircraft of the Greater Germanic Reich had intruded on the airspace, which had baffled Inokuchi, but the later reports said otherwise. The aircraft had identified themselves as members of the 'Hawaiian Air Force and United States Navy', which didn't make any sense. The former never existed and the latter became defunct in 1945. This made Inokuchi and his fellow officers on the bridge wonder just what was going on, and ordered the pilots to give a proper report. They repeated the same thing, swearing up and down they weren't German pilots. It was at that moment he gave the order for them to attack. However, the reports and screams over the radios, and the lack of response from the flight, forced him to put the fleet at battle conditions, and to prepare for attack.

"How quickly can the Zuihō launch more fighters? We need air cover immediately!" Inokuchi ordered as he conferred with his officers, trying to devise a plan. "How could the Nazis have gotten a carrier this far? Our submarines keep a close eye on the Panama Canal, there's no way they could have snuck past us!"

"We don't know Admiral, but the pilots kept describing insignia and symbols that matched that of the old United States Navy, as well as claims that they identified as Hawaiians!" Came the voice of his second in command. He was just as confused as Inokuchi was, as every explanation they came up with made no sense.

"One of our scout planes reported seeing an oil slick and debris on the water seven miles to our northwest, Admiral. We believe it to be one our submarines we lost contact with." Said one of the communications officers. "We also lost contact with our scout shortly after."

"Sir, the Captain of the Zui-" The report was interrupted as a loud thunderous explosion echoed across the bridge. A bright flash of light off to their left showed them the source. A series of explosions rocked the flight deck of the Zuihō, igniting the fuel and munitions on the deck, destroying the aircraft on the deck, and rendering it combat ineffective. Another explosion off to the right signified that a tanker had also been hit, although this time from beneath the waves. Its keel snapped from the force of the explosion, and the fuel inside ignited along the water's surface. The two halves began sinking almost immediately. Those on the bridge looked on in disbelief at what was happening before them.

"Admiral, we have an incoming transmission from the open radio channel!" The communication officer said, causing Inokuchi to look over at him, and nod.

"Put it through right now, so we can find out what's going on!" The young officer nodded, and the transmission began to play.

"Attention Japanese Naval Convoy, this is the United States Navy! You are encroaching territory of the Kingdom of Hawaii and have engaged in acts of war against both the Kingdom of Hawaii and the United States of America. You have five minutes to raise a white flag atop the mast's of your vessels, otherwise we will destroy another ship until surrender, or your fleet is destroyed. This message will repeat until you surrender, or are destroyed!"

What ran through Admiral Inokuchi's mind was the same across that of everyone else on the bridge. Whoever they were, they were extremely arrogant to think that any proud Japanese sailor would surrender, especially when said enemy claimed to be an enemy long since defeated. But at the same time, they just saw their carrier disabled, and tanker sunk, by an enemy they didn't see. Either way, they were in a battle, and they wouldn't be cowed into submission.

"If they are so cowardly as to demand our surrender already, that shows us just what our enemy is made of. We will not surrender. You may reply as such." Inokuchi said. The communication officer did as so, and they awaited the time which the message said another ship would be destroyed. Seven minutes passed since the message and nothing happened. At least, not until a bright light was seen burning in the distance, which slammed into the bridge of the Zuihō, which was followed by multiple explosions beneath the waterline, signifying the use of torpedoes', and the presence of submarines.

"Admiral, the same message is playing once more, and the Zuihō is dead in the water!" The communication officer, as well as those present on the bridge looked deathly terrified at what was occurring. This only intensified as the radar aboard the Musashi picked up a multitude of contacts approaching the fleet. Strange fighters that none of them had seen before, raced above them far faster than they ever saw, and faster than any of the defense systems could lock on, if they even could.

"None of our weapon systems can track them!" One of the weapons technicians said. Another flash of light and loud explosion, this time letting them know of a destroyer who's superstructure got torn asunder. Another beneath the waterline, splitting the ship like the tanker was. The message relayed again, five more minutes passed by, and more explosions rocked the fleet. This time, the gun mounts of the remaining destroyers, as well as the forward most battery on Musashi, went up in flames. Within minutes, the vast majority of the fleet was now rendered toothless, but only now, a new message came over the radio channel.

"Attention Japanese Naval Fleet, this is the United States Navy, you have lost! The situation is hopeless for you if you continue to resist. We will not allow a single one of your ships to reach The Kingdom of Hawaii while under arms. If you have any sense, you will surrender immediately, and cease this useless bloodshed. You have ten minutes to surrender, or the next strike will obliterate what's left of your fleet. Make a wise choice!"

The channel went dead. The bridge crew looked around at each other, and back out at the devastated fleet. They all looked to Admiral Inokuchi for answers. This was no easy decision for him to make. To surrender was dishonorable, but they had yet to inflict a single loss on their enemy, and had barely seen their fighters overhead. What good would continued resistance do here? This wasn't like the battle of Sunda Strait. This wasn't like any of the battles he fought before. This was a far different enemy, and old solutions wouldn't work here.

"Order our ships to fly a white flag." He finally said, shocking the bridge crew into silence. He looked over at the radio operator and spoke once more. "And tell these 'Americans', that we surrender.


Holy shit, this took longer to complete than I had ever wanted, but here it is, folks! I hope you enjoy it. Next chapter, a burning fleet sails into the Port of Oahu under heavy guard, Marine and Army Special Forces do some forward recon, and the President of the United States gives an address to the nation, and world of recent events.