I don't own Kaiserreich or Gate JSDF
English: Yippie Ki Yay
Translated English: Yippie Ki Yay
London England, Buckingham Palace
3rd POV
Since the attack on Sacramento, the world has been watching the united states closely. First, there was massive shock that such a thing could occur. What if another gate opened, in their own home country? For the next four days the world held their breath as all home guards were put on high alert. After the summit, the world let out a sigh of relief when it became apparent that the gate appeared. It seems that it was just unlucky chance that it appeared in Sacramento. Now there was the question of what is on the other side. Recently as of last week, a group of scientists were sent to survey the land and atmosphere of this new world. They found that land was much less polluted and a resource like oil, steel, copper, and even gold to be bountiful. Now the countries of the world were looking to America with Ire and growing jealousy. They sent multiple requests to send troops to 'aid' America in their war against the Saderan empire. However they strongly refuse, keeping true to their isolated neutrality. And unlike Mexico the Entente can't just invade America, not only did they have a well experienced army but friends with majority of the countries around the world including some members of the Entente. It will be the beginning of a new Weltkrieg, or worse another syndicalist uprising. Though as hard it is for certain countries to swallow this pill, none was more bitter then British crown.
Once the empire that the sun would never set upon has become a shell of itself. Failure to recapture their homeland had shattered the British resolve. Former colonies excluding Canada, South Africa, New Zealand, and the British west indies had taken the chance to rebel against their lords and become a sovereign nation. Australia now the de-facto leader of the third international and the few third world countries that are syndicalist. India has joined the Greater East Asia Co-Prosperity Sphere. Speaking of the CPS, they made their intentions well known that Australia is their target. New Zealand who was fighting a defensive war was more then happy for this, while the English crown was less than enthusiastic. There was a chance that Japan will incorporate the land just like Germany did during the invasion of Britain. However, that evenings with the King was not about politics in the Pacific, rather politics in America. They have been at the mercy of America since the end of second civil war. The American people were screaming for blood by the end, and if it wasn't for Sir Churchill they would have it. Things got more complicated when British special forces K.A.S, Kings Action Service fought with the Qing and the Kaiser empires in both wars following the Second American Civil War. Safe to say they were on post war of 1812 terms. Running the risk of going against the American wishes to handle this on their own will further decrease relationships to Revolutionary war standards. But what of the resources on the other side? England may have sufficient resources but they have lost resources once easy to obtain. What's more their spot in the world stage has dimmed greatly. Hence the great debate in Buckingham palace.
Arguing to station K.A.S soldiers in Vancouver was General John Vereker. One of Generals who led many campaigns against the Syndicalism nations around the world. He believed that if the opportune moment were to present itself, they must act quick with the best of the best ready at the mark. The one arguing against undermining the United States decision to remain neutral was one of Britain's greatest hero's. Both during the Weltkrieg and the return of England. Thomas Edward Lawrence or Lawrence of Britannia as the press refer to him. He aided both British and American forces in the invasion of England. Knowing full well what they are capable of he argued that America let them have their land, they should not attempt to push their luck with the bear.
"Are you mad!?" Lawrence shouted. "If the Americans finds out we even have this conversation, it could reignite the call for war."
"That's why we must call upon the K.A.S, By the time the American military could respond we would have taken Salem on the west and Boston on the east." General Vereker argued.
"That is the best-case scenario, another more possible scenario is that they nuke Ottawa, Montreal, and Quebec in retaliation." Lawrence argued back.
"They wouldn't dare. The world community would be outraged." General Vereker states with a tsk.
"I've seen their faces, general. Those exhausted glances, no hope stares, slogging through the streets, roads, and mud. They are exhausted of war. And the moment we try to move in with any force will be the moment that they give up on restraint and act quickly to end the war." Lawrence stated as he pressed his finger against the table.
"Tsk, as if. Even then if they do choose to drop a nuke on the eastern Canadian providence the only ones effected will be the French-Canadian majority. Those bastards have been a pain in our asses since the great exile. To be honest if the Americans wish to destroy those Blackfoot frogs, I say let them." General Vereker said with distain as he raised his pipe to his mouth. Before Lawrence could speak out a hand raised itself to silence the two. The hand belonging to King Edward the 8th he had called the two seeing that they will appear before parliament to present their cases. However, having the crowns approval will drastically help either of their causes.
"General, Lawrence… You two have brought up fair points however I must agree with Lawrence. We are on thin ice as it is with them. And I will not risk the safety of our nation and her colonies, even those of the French Canada." King George states gaining a smug look from Lawrence. The look however faltered when King George continued. "… However, our empire is in desperate need of allies. We are barely holding onto a thread of our former glory. So, with that I wish the K.A.S to be stationed in Vancouver. Officially, in case things get to drastic on the other side. Unofficially… if there is an opportunity to align ourselves with a new country beyond the gate, I would like any opportunity to be taken."
Lawrence and General Vereker remained silent. Neither one was exactly happy, but they still have parliament to present their case to. As the two begin to leave a question came to Lawrence. "Sir. If I may ask? Why the K.A.S? Why not the royal marines?"
"… Because I want Sir Walker. S Miles of Whales stationed there." King Edward replies gaining a look of disgust from Lawrence.
"The Butcher? Your highness, with all due respect. Stationing Sir Miles in Canada, or anywhere near American soil. Will make the situation worse." Lawrence warns.
"Tsk, oh please. Sir Lawrence aren't you being a tad bit dramatic." General Vereker remarks as he rolled his eyes.
"Have you been to Sir Miles Homestead in Newport? He has a little museum from his travels during the post first Weltkrieg war's" Lawrence said as he walked over to General Vereker with a finger pointed at him. "Among the collection of shells, artifacts, swords. Is a small collection of guns. With the prize and center piece of this damnable collection is a case of a dozen California Sequoia's. Each one taken from the cold dead hands of Mountaineers he has killed."
"I'm sorry but is there a rest stop between now and the bloody point Sir Lawrence?" General Vereker said as he crosses his arms and tapped his foot in irritation.
"The point, General. If the Americans receive word that Sir Walker S. Miles of Wales, the Butcher of the Rockies, The Hero of Whales, The Death in the Rice Fields, La Parca del Norte, and The Rock of Vienna; Was only a few miles from their boarders, they, will call for an immediate arm response." Lawrence warned.
"Pff, since when did America ever reacted with reasonable response Sir Lawrence. I doubt they will even take notice to Sir Miles presence." General Vereker dismiss callously much to Sir Lawrence's rage. Sir Lawrence was about to reply when King Edward stop the conversation.
"Enough!" King Edward said as he stands up abruptly, silencing the room. After a few moments of silence he speaks. "I can see you both feel strongly on this. So let it be known that if we station the K.A.S in Vancouver, Sir Walker. S Miles will lead the forces. Is that understood?"
"… Yes, your grace." Both Sir Lawrence and General Vereker said with a bow of their head. King Edward then walks over to the window and stares out into the night sky of London. It was still being rebuilt from the second Weltkrieg, though it has nearly returned to pre Weltkrieg stability. "You have my permission to leave. We will discuss the problem no more tonight."
Both General Vereker and Sir Lawrence give a salute before leaving. King Edward didn't bother to look behind as they left. Rather he continued to look onward into the night sky over London. A beautiful and serene setting that slowly transformed into a new sky in a new world over a dry plane.
In the sky, near a small settlement close to Seth Lake
There are many things one can say about north east part of the empire. Dangerous, hot, and barren. However peaceful, is something this region is known for. Just further north is the great Knappnai desert. A rocky and sandy region that has slowly spread south thanks to sand worms. Despite their massive size, there slow expansion of the region did not draw attention of the world. The small town of Ad-Rotas village was a bustling settlement thanks in part to the salt mine operation. A rarity to some, and a sign of wealth the Empire required fresh surplus of slaves to keep the mine's fueling the empire. Best part, due to it's location and oversize rodents that live in the fields, slaves who run will either come crawling back, or die out in the wilderness. A fact that Soldiers and civilians living their love to rub in the face of slaves on a daily basis.
As the view focuses up high in the night sky. Something in the distance flew at blinding speeds. Two H-19 Chickasaw helicopters carrying a few dozen Marines. All with solemn looks on their faces. A few familiar faces were among these silent men. After passing by a few faces it stops on one African American. It was Staff Sargant Freeman. Currently rereading his orders once more. Intel from a few captured soldiers indicated that a few captured civilians were moved far north. Seeing that they could suffocate in those salt mines, the US sent out the Marines with two objectives. One, secure any slaves that are from the other side, and two if possible. Secure any evidence or paperwork that points them to any other captives. They do have permission to take anyone who needs aid, or kill anyone that gets in their way. But the mission for the most part was covert. Just as he had finished going over the file a voice came over their headphones.
"We'll be approaching our insertion point. Five clicks north. Get ready." The pilot announces over the coms. Everyone gives a silent nod in agreement. Preparing there M2 Garand, silenced barrel fitted Thompsons, and a Winchester 1897 shotgun. The soldiers quickly take a deep breath before Staff Sargant Freeman gets up to address the troops.
"Alright, we will be dropping at 0100 hours. If our intel is correct, prisoners will be escorted from the mines to their holes. Guards will either be too drunk or too tired to notice our presence but if caught, and you can't access your knifes; give the son bitch a closed casket funeral. Under no circumstances I repeat no, civilian fatalities. We want this to be quiet and if it does go loud, we still don't want civilian's dead, if they are part of a militia then keep the death count to a minimal, only fire to scare or injure. Kill only when you have no choice. Is that understood?" Freeman shouted to his fellow marines.
"Oorah!" The marines chant.
"Oorah gentlemen, Oorah!" Freeman shouts back as the helicopter slowly lands on a hill near the town. The back door opens and the marines quickly moved out. Once out, the helicopters flew off, waiting for the marines to signals it back.
The marines slowly moved over the hill, keeping low to the ground as they moved towards the town. No wall, limited patrol. A basic frontier town setup. The guards were lazy thanks to years of subline peace and the occasional drunken brawl. However, that doesn't mean they should take any risk. Once they arrived at the boarder of town, the ten marines quickly sneaked through side alleyways. Avoiding the main roads of town as they moved towards the salt mine. From there, the group split into teams of two. One went to the guard barracks while the other went to the slave pens. Freeman led his group to the barracks. Inside were loud snores, drunken cheers, and silent whimpers. Peeking inside, the guards were busy with a fresh barrel of ale served by scantily dressed women who the men made very clear what they will do to them once the alcohol goes dry.
"Any Americans?" Kowalski asked.
"No… wait, think I see someone." Freeman said as he spots a young Japanese girl. She was clearly abused by the way she walked and the bruises on her. As she was forced to serve one drunken guard slapped her ass a little too hard causing her to spill on a soldier. Angered by this the guard got up and smacked her across the face. Freeman had very little love for the Japanese. He fought them in the second American civil war, but this. This isn't something he'd wish on his worst enemy. Growling, Kowalski question brings him back to mind.
"Sir, what are your orders?" Kowalski asked.
"… Smoke em out." Freeman said before motioning to his fellow marines. They give a nod and quickly placed on their gasmask's. The ones with silenced weapons took position behind a few barrels. Because of how far the barracks is from the town, if they are lucky, minimal attention will be drawn to them.
After Freeman and Kowalski adorned their gasmask and pulled out tear gas canisters. They popped the lever before tossing it inside. After a few moments, the gas leaked out into the room. What was cheerful and drunk banter was replaced by sounds of loud gasp and coughs. A few moments, they barged outside trying to get away from the grey mist. The soldiers with the two silent Thompsons made short work of them. Making sure who they are shooting before unloading a burst fire of 45ACP. Once down, Freeman, and Kowalski entered the room with silenced Browning High-Powered at the ready. On the ground they can see a few soldiers were choking on the ground, alongside the girls. They can barely see who was before them, but they were scared by the sight of these masked individuals. However, the Japanese girl heard the sound of a silent 9mm finding a spot in the back of one of her tormenters. She struggled to speak but she managed to get a few words out.
"(Cough, Cough) American? (Cough, Cough)" She struggled to say.
Freeman gives a nod before offering her a hand. She gladly takes it before motioning the other girls to follow. They were reluctant to do so, but the pain from the gas and that these strange men killed the empires soldiers with ease, they didn't really see that they had a choice. Following them out, they were given cantinas to wash their eyes, which helped slightly. As their vision slowly returns to them, Freeman questioned the Japanese girl.
"Are their anymore captives? Americans or otherwise?" Freeman asked the girl.
"(Cough, Cough) My… brother. Salt mines. Another (Cough, Cough) An Englishman. (Cough, Cough)" The Japanese girl struggled to say. She could not speak anymore. The effects of the gas have made it nearly impossible for her to speak.
Knowing well that the second team by now has liberated the forces he turned to the others before speaking in a crude form of the common tongue. "We here for her. If you wish to come with. Stay low and follow. Understand?"
The Humaniods looked at each other. They had no idea who these people are but compared to these soldiers who beat and rape them on a daily basis. These… soldiers, while strange seem to be their liberators. So with a nod the group made their way to the salt mines when something goes horrible wrong. Loud gunshots can be heard from the mines, and if they can hear it then everyone else in town can as well.
"Shit, double time!" Freeman shouts before racing off towards the mines. The marines kept up but the three girls had difficulties. As they get closer they found that the second team were in the midst of a firefight. The town Militia and soldiers who were in the local brothel had came running. Course, they were greeted by a hail of bullets. Along with them were a dozen strangers. Ranging from humans, to dwarves, to a few red skin creatures referred to by the locals as Pooka's. Freeman and his team had joined the second team when the second wave of Imperial soldiers came marching in.
"What the fuck happened!" Kawasaki shouted as he fired off a burst fire from his silence Tommy.
"We ran into a problem!" One marines shouted before blowing one Imperial soldiers head clean off with his Winchester 1897 shotgun. "One of the VIP slaves got antsy. Was spotted and now we are neck deep in shit creek without a paddle!"
"Was the VIP Japanese?" Freeman asked figuring that it was the girls brother.
"Um no. Worse." The marine replies before a man in a British accent grabbed ahold of Freeman.
"Please, get me the bloody hell out of here. I'm begging yah!" He cried out till a soldier pulled him back.
"I see… (Sigh) Well, we planned for this!" Freeman states as he pulls out a flair gun. One shot and the Calvary will come a calling. Till then they will have to hold their ground.
The marines held their ground, holding position. The guards used the same tactic that they believe by overpowering their enemies is the best tactic. Course they clearly didn't get the memo that every army that tried this tactic had met the same resounding defeat. Toss in the fact that they have grown lazy and lack of proper fights made them slack on their train gave another edge the marines used to their advantage. Bodies begin to pile up, and as the soldiers came rushing over them a few of the slaves begin to join in the fight. They have been beaten, berated, and broken. However these people. These Americans as they were referred to had, freed them and are defending them. With that they were more inclined to aid them. Using mining tools as makeshift weapons and whatever they managed to obtain from off the ground they quickly got to work killing any of the down soldiers. As more and more came a sudden whooshing noise can be heard and shortly after three helicopters arrived. There was no way they can land, so they dropped rope from the side.
"V.I.P's first! Got get to the chopper!" Kowalski shouts out to the slaves.
They quickly raced to the rope. Where ever it leads must be better than the conditions the empire had forced upon them. They take ahold of the rope and it begin ascend, with them holding on. It was slightly chaotic, even a dangerous. But a true shot at freedom was worth risking a quick death. Meanwhile on the ground the Imperial soldiers had given up. Without them the Militia had fallen back as well. They were not willing to die for a handful of slaves. Once gone the operation could commence and the slaves were being extracted one by one. Freeman however, couldn't help but feel like there was something missing. His eyes turn to one of the human slaves. He was hacking up blood semi regularly. Years of inhaling salt must have shredded the poor lads lungs. Seeing that blood, the bruises, and the despair in their eyes made him realize that as long as this mine still exist. There will be new slaves to take it's place.
"Hey Kowalski. What was our third agenda again?" Freeman asked as he looked on at the salt mines.
"Kill Key targets, rescue V.I.P's, and destroy any foundations that supports. Why do you ask?" Kowalski asked.
"I was wondering. Does physiological warfare count?" Freeman asked as he refuse to look away at the mine.
After a few moments Kowalski realized what he was talking about. With a smug look he replied. "Heh, considering their conditions and how valuable basic salt it. I don't see why not."
He then motioned two of the demolitions experts over. He gave the order and they quickly got to work setting up the dynamite and blasting caps within the inner part of the entrance before walking back. Once at a clear distance the remaining soldiers climbed the rope before detonating the explosives. Within moments, the mine interior collapses. Not the entire shaft, but just enough to set back work by years. Seeing the mixture of smoke and salt rising from the collapsed mine did the marines some joy. Seeing a wretched place collapse in. The medics of the two teams begin to examine those they rescued while the rest were encouraged to rest. It's going to be a long way home. As they flew off, the view focuses in on the dark green helicopter before it slowly alters to a jeep that had pulled in.
Alnus hill the next morning.
The view pulls back to reveal two jeeps come to a complete stop. After a few moments a familiar woman steps off the side of the vehicle. It was Tuka, who could not help but stare with an awestruck look on her face. The place she was brought to was nothing that she had witnessed before in her century and half-life. Men in khaki's, moving about in a chaotic yet organize movement. They all were too busy to notice her, each doing a task ranging from moving supplies to exercising. Then of course there was the strange iron giants that they rode. They carried around supplies and were putting together. Question was, what were they building.
"So, this is what they done to the place. My, my. They certainly have been busy. Unlike most militaries they are intriguing." Rory mused as she steps beside Tuka spooking the girl slightly.
"Um… Rory, do you think they won't they will allow me to stay? Least till my father… finds me?" Tuka asked hesitantly. She remembered her father's warning about the outside world. How humans envied Elvin long life. That most will go out of their way to make their life miserable by any means necessary. And seeing herself among these strange humans made her… uneasy.
"Not likely." Another voice said causing Tuka to nearly jump out of her skin. It was that blue haired girl. The student of Coda village wizard. Lelei she believed her name was. "These people don't seem to care that you're an elf."
"Oh, and how can you be sure?" Rory asked with a curious look.
Lelei pointed to a few of the people helping the injured off the back of the cart. They were cat person, Bunny warriors, and other species. All dressed in uniform and speaking fluent common language. They were assisting the injured alongside a few of the soldiers. Getting the most injured onto stretchers, while leading those who could walk away.
"They said that they are taking them to doctors. To help heal their wounds. The rest are asked to stay behind so they can record who has brought to Alnus." Lelei explains.
"Hmm, I see. Usually when this many humanoids are in one place it's to be sold. But they seem to be working with these soldiers. How intriguing are these, soldiers in Khaki." Rory said with devious smile. As she wondered who these strangers are Tuka couldn't help but notice a human woman being followed by a young cat person walking up to Eastwood. Before he could speak she slapped him across the head causing his hat to tilt crookedly.
The other two took notice as this woman begins to berate and curse the man with anger and annoyance in her tone. Eastwood simple stood there and took it like he was expecting her to have this reaction. After a full five minutes of snapping at Eastwood she did eventually calm down long enough for him to tilt his hat back into place. She then gave an order and he followed her. The three watched as Eastwood walked off towards an adobe building.
"… What was that about?" Tuka asked curiously.
"I overheard one of the soldiers. Something about him. 'Being chewed out?'" Lelei explains recalling something the soldier said. Although she has no idea what they were talking about.
"… What does that mean?" Rory asked having no idea what Lelei said.
"I don't know… but I think he did something wrong." Lelei responds.
"W-What do you think that is?" Tuka asked. To which Lelei gives a simple shrug.
With Eastwood
The view shifts to Eastwood who was before the General White. He was furious. Not as angry as his staff, but still furious. Eastwood was sent on a reconnaissance mission and when he return, he had brought with him multiple civilians. Some were clearly armed. He asked why and after a lengthy discussion about the events that unfolded last night it was clear that he brought him here because the rest left them to starve. While an honorable decision this will look suspicious when the paperwork is sent back. General White had just finished hearing this report, and was now pondering what should happen now. With a loud Sigh he begins to speak.
"(Sigh). Lieutenant. I can get your reasoning, but how do you think the locals will react to this? Or god forbid the press back home. I swear if it wasn't for your service to this country, I would have a rank lower then private and demote you to it!" General White snapped as he bashes his fist against the desk.
Eastwood remained silent. Waiting for a few moments before speaking. "Even if punished I don't regret my actions. So stop dancing around patties and tell me what shit I'd be walking through sir."
"… (Sigh) We can't turn them away, and since what you brought them here. You will care for each and every single one their basic needs. That is an order Lieutenant." General White ordered as he rubs his temples. Eastwood gives a salute before General White dismiss him. He was led out by Ms. Blanch as she led him to a room filled with paperwork.
"You will file each and every single form, make sure that these refugees you brought are cared for, with their basics met. Failure to do so will lead to more dire consequences. Is that clear Sargant Eastwood." Ms. Blanch said as she readjusts her glasses.
"Tsk, I see, Paperwork. The bane of society and a bureaucrat's choice of torture as my brother would say." Eastwood remarks sarcastically.
"Hmm, quite right. I will leave you to your task Sargant. I have some interviews to do with your unexpected guest you brought." Ms. Blanch said before leaving.
Eastwood walked over to the desk. He inspected the papers before looking over at the mug filled with pencils. It will be hours, maybe a day for him to file out everything. He was about to sit down when he noticed a radio in the corner. He remembered that the radio tower was built a few days back, maybe one of the privates set up a music station. Curious, he walked over to the radio and turned it on. Sure enough, music begins to pour out. He gives a nod and a tap of his foot to the country blues before he turned around and got to work.
Play "I am a man of constant sorrow" by The Soggy Bottom Boys.
I am a man of constant sorrow
I've seen trouble all my day
I bid farewell to old Kentucky
The place where I was born and raised
The view pulls outside, there multiple members of third recon set up tents, tables, and a makeshift kitchen was set up. However the highlight was when the children and elderly got to watch the soldiers and American workers. They drove huge mechanical machines to the opposite side of the base and worked on constructing more permanent housing.
(The place where he was born and raised)
They watched in awe as the huge machines dug, and lifted heavy boards. Soldiers carrying bricks made of mud. However despite the amazing sights were astounding, one among the dozen didn't pay much attention to the machines. Rather to the soldiers themselves. Lelei, notice the two soldiers from earlier. Pérez and Brooks making something.
For six long years I've been in trouble
No pleasures here on earth I found
For in this world I'm bound to ramble
I have no friends to help me now
They were shucking strange pink creatures into a bowl of yellow grain like substance. As they did they tossed diced vegetables, fat sausages, and spices she never heard about. As the two were cooking Brooks seem to be annoying Pérez. Constantly saying something over and over again. Jambalaya. As she watched the two notice. Giving a smile, Brooks grabbed a spoon and let her try a sample of this, jambalaya.
(He has no friends to help him now)
It was a strange cuisine, but none the less delicious. Spicy and filling at the same time. The refugees were brought to the table and all were given the huge bowls of it along with a bread roll that were beyond anything anyone had, and a strange sweat drink called Cola. After having their fill, they turned in for the night. The next morning, they registered themselves with the staff and were allowed to walk most of the premises.
It's fare thee well my old lover
I never expect to see you again
For I'm bound to ride that northern railroad
Perhaps I'll die upon this train
Day's went by quickly on the premises for the refugees. They were allowed to visits their loved ones in the medical center, given three meals a day, and were provided with different manner of entertainment. One of the most prized objects was a copy of Scrooge McDuck. They couldn't read it but the pictures in the panels was enticing. The kids and a few of the adults would nag a few soldiers to translate the pages.
(Perhaps he'll die upon this train)
Course they would be preoccupied to do anything, so in the end Eastwood along with the mountain of paperwork had to translate the comic book and sign forms to bring more English tutor programs over. Which would be another day of paperwork, much to his chagrin.
You can bury me in some deep valley
For many years where I may lay
Then you may learn to love another
While I am sleeping in my grave
Recently, he had finished the paperwork for a bath station. It was small, not something to brag about on the other side. However, for the locals, a hot bath that didn't lose its heat to quickly, gave them more privacy then needed, and more time to relax. It was a luxury that even the nobles in the capital could barely afford. Suffice to say that hours went by before they were force to leave.
(While he is sleeping in his grave)
However not everything was whimsical or fun. Vehicles the Americans refer to as Helicopters came and went all the time. When they left they had a few dozen men inside, when they came back it always had more. Slaves that were liberated from mines, lumber yards, brothels, and sometimes nobles country estates. It became clear that they were looking for certain people. It wasn't apparent till they learn the reason why the American were here.
Maybe your friends think I'm just a stranger
My face, you'll never see no more
But there is one promise that is given
I'll meet you on God's golden shore
The Empire trifled with the Bear of the West. Hunters from Coda village knew first hand that you should never mess with a bear's cubs. Never. And by the way they were operating with silent lighting fast raids. It's a wonder why they didn't conquer the land already. The reason, has been a closely kept secret that nobody dared to find out.
(He'll meet you on God's golden shore)
As the song comes to an end the view opens on a glass bottle. It remained on a post for a few moments before smashing to bits, with a thundering crack that can be heard. The scene had open on the shooting range, and Lieutenant Eastwood was taking crack shots at bottle with his California Sequoia. He gave a small tsk before holstering his big iron. He flexed his fingers before taking a deep breath. After holding his breath, he exhales before pulling his California Sequoia and fired. He has been doing nothing but paperwork for nearly a week now. Now completed he decided to release his stress with a few hours on the shooting range. As he fired off another round, he opened up the loading gate before ejecting the rounds, as he does his he heard the sound of gravel cracking behind him. He takes a moment to look behind him to see someone in a M9 gasmask and a green poncho. The stranger was too small to be a regular soldier, course there was one who would wear such a get up when walking around.
"You know, you don't have to wear that on range." Eastwood states as he loads a new shell into the wheel. His Saderan Latin had improved these past week, just enough for a basic conversation. As he loads his California Sequoia the stranger removes her mask to reveal that Lelei was underneath.
"Sorry, was seeing how long I could wear this before discomfort." Lelei responds as she wipes the sweat from her brow.
"It's fine. As my kin would say. Ain't no point in crying over loss fertilizer." Eastwood remarks as he finishes loading. He holsters his California Sequoia and takes a step back.
After a brief moment he resumes firing as Lelei watch. Everyone in the camp has come to know Lieutenant Eastwood and his soldiers of third Recon. They were an interesting bunch, organized and skilled like Imperial Soldiers but were more carefree and polite like traveling mercenaries. Everyone took interest to these Americans as they call themselves. From what the refugees gather from the demi-humans living and working among them, it seems they are at war with the Empire. While that did frighten some of the residents, they explained that their targets were strictly military. In fact, it was punishable if they killed a civilian without reasonable justification, whether by purpose or accident. That put them at ease for now. Lelei has taken great interest in the tools and equipment the Americans used. She has taken apart a radio and found it interesting that a non-magical device has the power to emulate a voice without being near or even having someone inside. However her biggest interest was there strange weapons that they carry. She seen them operate on training dummies and the ease they have at penetrating armor, but she still trying to figure out how they work. Each one looked fairly similar with the exception of Eastwood's. That, Big Iron he called it. Was not common. Seeing hundreds if not thousand soldiers about the base, that weapon was only in a handful of soldiers. As Eastwood finished firing off his last round, he return to reloading when Lelei spoke up.
"Why do you use the Big Iron?" Lelei asked.
"Hmm, oh. To kill the bad guys and protec…" Before Eastwood could finish Lelei shook her head before interrupting him.
"I mean why do you use it? Everyone carries different Big Irons. None that look like yours." Lelei rephrased her question.
"… Oh." Was Eastwood's only response. Realizing what she was asking, he quickly unloads his California Sequoia before closing the loading gate. He flips it around, doing a quick trick before handing her the revolver handle first. "Well, that will require some context. If you have the time."
Lelei nods before hesitantly taking the weapon. It was much heavier than expected. And looking closely at it she can see the tally marks and the strange symbols on the side. They were not words she seen on papers these Americans use, and the tally marks seem fewer then she expect Eastwood have. Perhaps there for a certain enemy. Question was what?
"Big Iron isn't a name. More of a classification… a nickname." Eastwood said as he takes a seat on a grass hillside. "What your holding is the 1937 Winchester Anti-Calvary Revolver. Or rather it's popular name, The California Sequoia."
"California Sequoia?" Lelei asked with a raised brow. She never heard either of these words before. Seeing the complex look on her face Eastwood answered her unanswered question.
"Californian is where it was invented, and Sequoia is the name of the tree the handle is made from." Eastwood explained getting an 'ah' from Lelei. "Anyways, the weapon is not common place because only Mountaineers carry them."
"Mountaineers?" Lelei asked.
"A sub section of the Army Rangers. They are the best of the best the USA Military can offer." Eastwood explains as he removes his hat and inspects the spade and club card in his hat.
"I see… so are your soldiers also Mountaineers?" Lelei asked.
"No their army. Reserves actually." Eastwood explained as he adjusts one of the card a bit to reveal part of a name written on the side.
"Oh… Are you a Mountaineer?" Lelei asked.
"Once upon a time I was. I semi-retired after the second Weltkrieg and was assigned to the Sun down reserves as a specialist. Was going to retire when… well, the empire attacked." Eastwood explains as he adorns his hat.
"What does Weltkreig mean?" Lelei asked. She had heard that same phrase used over and over again. Each time uses it was followed by a sound of shame, and sadness. Almost like it was a shameful part of their history.
"(Sigh) It's German. For world war." Eastwood said as he tipped his hat down covering his eyes as he laid back. A brief moment of silence eclipses the scene before a loud shout can be heard.
"A WORLD WAR WHAT!?" A loud voice came from behind the hill spoking Eastwood and causing his hat to fly up. As it floats back down Eastwood turned his head with an annoyed look on his face. He had heard that voice before and he was not happy with her. Walking up the hill, he can see on the other side was Tuka, Rory, and a few of villagers who were following. Sure enough. They had heard most of what he was saying.
"Heh, heh… Hello… Lieutenant." Tuka said nervously as she and the children begin to back off slowly from the clearly angry Lieutenant.
"… You know it's rude to listen in on other conversations." Eastwood said as he grinds his teeth in anger.
"Eh, well sorry. We saw Lelei coming over and I'm not one to miss out on good gossip." Rory said in an unapologetic tone causing an angry twitch in Eastwood's eye. "So, tell me. Eastwood. How many did you kill in this world war?"
Eastwood didn't reply. Rather he stared at her with an angry twitch before letting out a sigh. He held out his hand for his California Sequoia. Lelei hand it back and he holstered it before walking away. Leaving the small group behind.
"Oh, what a shame. I really was interested in learning about this, Weltkrieg." Rory said casually. But in her mind she was gravely disappointed that she missed out on a chance to hear more about this Weltkrieg. A world war. The title alone was intoxicating. Imagining every nation, on the continent, and beyond fighting in massive armies? Emroy himself would have appeared just to watch the entire spectacle firsthand.
"Can you do that without endangering the rest of us?" Tuka stated as the children hid behind her.
Rory realizing that Eastwood is just as intimidating as her at times gave an apologetic chuckle before noticing two more soldiers walking over. It was Nathan and O'Hara. They were armed with their guns and carrying a bag filled with bottles.
"Hey." Nathan greeted before Rory quickly grabbed him.
"Tell me! Have you fought in this world war?" Rory asked with blood lust in her eye as she held on tightly to Nathan.
"Wha… ghaw… No!" Nathan struggled to say as Rory shakes him about.
"Ugh, I want to know about the Weltkrieg!" Rory moans in irritation before tossing Nathan aside like a rag doll.
"What is going on?" A voice calls out from behind them. Turning around they see that Corporal Hathale was making his way up the hill when he noticed Rory tossing Nathan a good distance.
"Well, she is asking about the Weltkrieg sir." O'Hara replies. This caused Hathale to raise a brow before looking at Rory.
"… So that's why you toss Private Nathan like a pig skin?" O'Hara asked. He was an intimidating fellow. His age and the stone cold piercing of his eyes could send a shiver down a demi gods spine. Rory was no excuse. After a few moments Nathan gives a small sigh. "(Sigh) If I tell you about the Weltkrieg will you stop tossing my subordinates around?"
"… Heh, but of course…" Before Rory could finish Nathan holds up his hand stopping her mid-sentence.
"You will listen, no questions till after. If you don't heed then I will no continue." Hathale said in a serious tone. Rory was a bit hesitant. Wanting to listen to the whole thing she gives a nod. Nathan lays down his things and sits down. The children, Tuka, and Lelei did the same. Rory was unsure if she should sit or not. Till Hathale made the same gesture, causing her to quickly sit down. After they sat down Hathale pulls out a cigarette before lighting it. He takes a long drag before exhaling a massive puff of smoke. It eclipses the view before setting on a Indian drawing of a wounded bear.
"… Not that long-ago America had pulled itself from a terrible civil war. One where brother had killed brother. Family's shattered. Lives destroyed. Lines crossed. The nation had survived through the efforts of the Pacific states… but at a terrible cost. Two years went by and America had seemingly pulled itself back together, however a new threat came from the east." As Hathale narrates, the wounded bear moved through a decollated land. Surrounding it were it's kin. Each one wearing flags of the CSA, the AUS, and American Caesar. As it walked along the bear stops before licking it wounds. The land begin to prosper once again and a mighty river flowed before the Bear. It then roamed towards the river, when a laud cawing can be heard and the shadow of the golden eagle descended upon the land.
"The most powerful nation, and the winner of the first Weltkrieg. The German empire. They had supported the wrong side during the civil war, and lost almost a good chunk of military aid and wealth. Angered at their losses they gave the America a choice. Pay them either in wealth, or blood. If we payed in wealth, our country would be ruined. Force to sell out freedom for security. And when that happened it caused a civil war. If we chose to fight, we will be doing so alone. A wounded bear, against the might of Golden eagle and all her allies." The massive bird lands on the ground. Letting out a mighty cawing noise. As it cawed animals of other nations appeared on the other side. A Cuban Trogon, Denmark swan, Eurasian Elk, Fjord horse, Belgium lion, a two headed eagle, and a Tughra. All standing over the lone Grizzly bear, shrieking, howling. Demanding that it pay's tribute.
"The only advantage we had were the will and the experienced soldiers. As well as a great ocean between us. We declined and the soon we were at war not for glory, or wealth. But our own way of life was at risk. We struck first, invading their allies before moving to the mainland. The Mountaineers securing the road from Iceland, to England. Once we have obtained the land they guarded it as the army moved south into the mainland. A land known as France. There we fought tooth and nail. Many died but we did not falter. I know not what the war was like for Eastwood. Only that it was bloody, it was bloody for all. We lost too many beyond the count of grief. Yet with a resolve to survive we persisted." As Hathale narrates the wounded Bear stands tall, despite it wobbling it refuses to bend down rather it charges in, ripping to shred the Cuban Trogon and the Fjord Hoarse. The golden eagle pecks at the grizzly bear, ripping out an eye to which the Bear strikes back with a quick slash, taking it's eye and piece of it's proud beak. The two headed eagle of Austria Hungarian came from the side intending to rip the Grizzly bear to shreds when suddenly a Russian brown bear came from side, tearing apart the back neck.
"We had done what most believe to be impossible. We had hold our own and pushed Germany back. When the world heard of it, we were joined by countries from around the world as the war turned in our favor. About a year ago, the war had come to an end. We were victorious. The grizzly bear did what Roaster, the Lion, and the grey wolf could not. While we may have won make no mistake. The body count is too high for victory. We wish only for peace. A peace that the empire has unjustly taken from us." As Hathale finishes, the Brown bear of Russian helped the Grizzly Bear to it's feet. A magnificent Japanese Karp sprang from the water devouring the ottoman Tughra and joined the two. They stood their own and clashed with the remaining forces. Eventually. The war was over. With a wounded Japanese Karp, Russian Brown Bear, and Grizzly bear standing tall over the dead Golden eagle. With the task done the Grizzly bear was about to walk to the river it had fought for, when it hears the sound of cubs crying out to it. Turning around a purple serpent can be seen aggressively attack grizzly cubs. The sight of this enrages the Brown Bear who fled the river of peace towards the Saderan Dragon. The view pulls away from that clash to reveal Hathale had drawn it in the dirt before the children, Tuka, Lelei, and Rory who all listen with astonishment.
The story couldn't help but remind them of the artic war. How the empire fought against a rain of marauders from the north. They lost so many yet their spirit kept them alive. One famous quote from the women of the empire. During the Artic war after news that sixty thousand soldiers died at the battle of Akuteku, one woman quoted, 'So what if we lost 60 thousand men?! We will birth that number in no time!' The conflict was there but the pride not so much. Was it possible that this humbled them? Rory had lived through the Artic war. She never heard pride in it till those who fought the war had perished to the ravage of time. Their children begin to stir the prospect of pride that became the legend known today. The story made her wonder, will these Americans fall for the same downfall of pride, or is it that lesson that is why they are so cautious in battle. They will take it slow for the sake of their soldiers. After all, if they wish to win they can, but not at the cost of their own.
"… Um, excuse me… Mr. Hathale?" A young girl spoke up. Everyone turns their attention to the young girl. She was nervous but eventually she found the courage to speak up. "When… this war ends… what will happen?"
That was an actual good question. Nobody knows what will happen when the war ends. After a few moments Hathale takes another drag from his cigarette before remarking. "I don't know… but if I had to guess, we will follow the path of Cincinnatus."
"Who is that? Another American hero?" Rory asked.
"No, he isn't American. But we do draw great respect from him." Hathale then takes another drag. "A long time ago, before the united states was conceived there was a man. A farmer who was harvesting his fields. When word reached him that his country was under siege he put down his tool and went to it's aid. He was made the leader of his nation and through his cunning he lead his country to victory. Once the war had ended, he disbanded the army and returned his field."
Hathale then pauses as he takes another drag from his cigarette. As he does Rory with a confused look on her face speaks up. "So… when this war is over, everyone will become farmers?"
"No… well maybe. It's just a legend. But what I'm trying to get at is we don't seek power or wealth. We will end this war and then we want nothing but peace. That is all we ask for. Us to return to our land and live in peace." Hathale said before taking one last drag from his cigarette before dropping it to the ground. "I think that's enough stories for one day. I'm sure you'll have the chance to learn more but for now, let it rest."
He then stands up before smothering the cigarette under his boot. He gave a motion for O'hare, and Nathan to follow him to the range. They gave a wave before heading over the small hill to the firing range. The children watches as these soldiers walked to practice there craft. Just seeing these soldier walk with humility compared to the average Saderan soldier. As the gun shots begin the group decided to head down. Tuka, Rory, and Lelei watch as the children soon begin to play soldier, Rather instead of play ranting about how they will defeat their enemies and rescue the damsel they were ranting about protecting their nation against those who seek to destroy them. Pledging to disappear gracefully. Rory couldn't help but smile. She may be the apostle for Emroy but seeing how these soldier care little for glory was refreshing sight. Not many choose to do so in the empire and seeing the way that story inspired the children. Filled her with a sense of pride not born of war, but in the achievement in others. The view pulled away from the group into the bright sky of the afternoon day. After a few seconds the view turned orange with a sun setting before lowering down on a neoclassical pantheon.
In Italica medical hospital... Ironicaly miles outside Italica's walls.
Princes Pina was absolutely horrified by what she sees. There before her in such a pitiful state was King Duran. Ruler of Elbe, Commander of Allied Army, and one of the wisest generals in recent history. In a bed, missing his left leg and arm. Burns and scars covered every inch of his body. His once dark brown hair has turned white from pure shock. The look of his face sums up the horror he had witnessed. It was sickening to see such a magnificent man, rendered to such a sorry state. It took Pina a few moments before she could even remark.
"My… My lord. What… what has become of you?" Pina asked as she tried her hardest not to fall to her knees.
"… Milady… Pina?" King Duran struggled to speak as his eye focuses on the Princess. "Have… have you come… all the way… from the capital… to mock me for… failing?"
"Wha… no, Lord Duran don't be absurd! I heard rumor of a man of noble birth here. I came to investigate and here I find you." Princess Pina said as she walked over to the side. She knelt down beside him and grabbed his shaking right hand. "My lord… where are your vessels. Your knights. Your servants?"
"My… men… my men are dead. Every single one… who didn't flee… are dead. Every last one." King Duran said as he leans back with his pupil shaking horrible. Memories similar to PTSD came rolling back to the day they attacked. Many friends died, many men died. And the enemy, didn't even suffer an injury. It took him a moment to break free from this nightmare before remarking. "Only reason… I survived… was thanks to my… second in command. Artis."
"My lord, you were at Alnus? Please tell me what happened. I need to know, what did our enemy look like, did you successfully push them back?" Princess Pina asked.
"Push, them… back? Heh, heh, heh, heh, heh!" King Duran fell back laughing madly, only stopping when the pain was to intense. Before Pina could even ask he continued on with eyes filled with horror. "We didn't even got close. They waited for us… and when we were setting up our main encampment, they unleash hell upon us, (Cough, Cough!)"
He pauses to cough up blood before his eye turns to the empty porridge next to his bed. "… They crushed… one third of our army… into the damn ground. Like the grains in the porridge… we could barely recognize the dead. And even then… I dared not look. Among the dead… were the kings of Ligu, and Alguna. All we could recover… were there helms."
"King… Lingu… and Alguna… Dead? That… can't be possible." Pina could barely even register the thought.
"Oh, it is… we attacked three times… and each time. We never made it up the hill. They saw us in the dark. They saw us in the sky. And yet, they still stood their ground… with no casualties… or injuries." King Duran said as his thought turn back to the arrow. Wondering if it even hit anyone? As he thought back he can feel the Princess soft fingers on his hand.
"I… I will send word to the capital at haste. Get the best doctors to you. We must stand strong if we are to face these… Amer-icans head on." Princess Pina vowed only for King Duran to remove his hand from hers.
"No! No… no Princes. The empire must not… know I'm alive." King Duran snapped.
"But… we can help." Princess Pina pleaded.
"Princes… did your father… told you that he, sent soldiers to assist? Because… that is a lie." King Duran said flatly. "He knew, that his army had failed… to keep them back. Yet he sent us… knowing full well we will… die."
"My… lord. What are you saying?" Princess Pina asked.
"I'm saying… I have become a threat… to the empire. And your father… saw a way to get rid, of an enemy… without, bloodying his hand." King Duran said before looking up at the roof, muttering the next part aloud. "I should have… seen the enemy… the enemy from… behind. The Enemy… that's blade is slow… silent… and patient … the Enemy… that is… your father."
"My lord? Please, my lord… I beg you. Tell me, something. Something about the Enemy. I need to know how to defeat them!" Princes Pina begged. King Duran remained quiet, breathing heavily before speaking.
"… I… I… Won't tell you… anything." King Duran declined. "If you… want, to know… Go to Aluns, yourself."
Princes Pina eyes remain wide in horror for a few moments. They slowly closed in despair before opening up with a look of resolve and anger. She grabbed King Duran and looked him dead in the eye with a fiery passion. She then remarked in a threatening tone. "King Duran. You will tell me. Everything, about the enemy at Alnus. Their leader, this Eastwood. If you refuse. I swear by all the gods. I shall take my league of the Rose Order Knights will me to Elbe, and burn it to the ground. Your son's head shall be on a spit and your people sold into slavery. I guarantee you this, unless you tell me about the enemy of Alnus."
King Duran was shocked by Princess Pina's threat. It took him a moment to reel back before realizing she is truly his daughter. After a few moments a mad grin formed on his face and he beings to chuckle to himself. He then replied. "Heh, heh… Then… I shall gladly join my entire clan… in the next life. Heh, heh… I guarantee, you shall join me… shortly thereafter… Princess."
Pina lets go of him and begins to walk away. She will write orders to her second in command to meet her in Italica. But before she could leave King Duran called back to her. "Princess! Princess! I don't expect your pride to allow it, but listen to me. If you truly want to throw your soldiers away, then fine. Do so. But know something. This is the only thing I know about the enemy."
Princess Pina turns around. King Duran struggled to sit up but as he does he points at her with slim finger and Spoke in a clear tone so that she may understand him clearly. "THE ENEMY ON ALNUS ARE AN ARMY COMPARABLE TO GODS! THEY ARE A THREAT, BUT ONLY ON TOO YOU! YOU, AND THE EMPIRE! FOR YOU HATH SUMMOND THEM FORTH. THUS, THEY SHALL DESTORY YOU. YOU AND YOUR BLASTED EMPIRE!"
That took everything out of the poor man. As soon as he was done he collapsed back into his bed. Gasping, in agony. Nuns quickly ran forth to attend to him as Princess Pina watches on. As she does she gives a small tsk before turning her back. Under her breath she remarks. "The Empire… shall not fall." Before leaving the poor king to fight for his life in the bed of a shabby hospital.
Hello Everybody, Wombag1786 here…. Wow, y'all are so impatient. No offense but still if you guys are going to keep asking might as well set a deadline for you to expect the next chapter. (Speaking of which next chapter comes out sometime the first week of November.)
In any case, Interesting chapter. We get a bit more background of current world politics. An epic enslavement breakout, a montage to 'O Brother, Where Art Thou?' And a bit of history told through spirit animals. What's possible Terrifying other than Pina's political swagger, is this Sir. Walker S. Miles. A man well acquainted with Eastwood. Let me know your thoughts on the chapter, but for now let's go over your questions and comments.
From ChoyTheUSChamp: Thanks man. Hope you stick around. Also, looking through your profile, couldn't help but notice you enjoy drawing. Can I ask do you have a reference posted? I'm looking for artist for another story of mine.
Thanks for writing ChoyTheUSChamp.
From FluffyFoxthatgoesKyu: heh thanks. I do try to toss on my own fling but yeah. I credit this story to DrkKnight12. Who sadly deleted his story. Hopefully this story will prove a worthy predecessor.
Heh, was thinking the same thing with that Indian story telling. But I think we will see it come to fruition in the next chapter with the battle of Italia.
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From Dasgun: Still no Idea what your writing. Or if you are writing it in Mors code
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From Perseus12: Heh, true but here's a good question. Do you think Sir Walker S. Miles will be a good nemeses for Eastwood?
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From arixlsmn: Because of timing, exhaustion and also there are so many stories who showed King Durans response. Figure I implant him differently. But mostly because timing.
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From Avro 683 Lancaster: The Bear of the west will rip the Dragon of the Empire alright. God of industry? Oh you mean me? Heh. (For context: my **** name is the same as Gate's god of Blacksmithing.) Also, I like your poem/ the one you wrote in your page/ maybe you do more?
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From PoofyOhio: Same can be said about you Caesar's Triggerman. Free men of the true America, shall stand guard in the west!
But in all seriousness I do apologies. I tend to prioritize the speed of chapters over the grammar. Though in all fairness, it has gotten better since my fist story back in 2018.
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From Guest 10-11-2020: Ah, I specialize in getting the chapters out, not in the conditions. That said however I will go back to fix the chapter shortly.
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From Dovah-keen01: Right now. Next one, first week of November.
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