A/N: We're not dead! Sorry for the delay folks. As we know, the COVID-19 Pandemic has caused a great many problems for all of us, one of those is the time consumption of requirements of universities in online classes, we had a hard time finding time to finish Chapter six, which took us months instead of a week like before, but we're not giving up! So enjoy the next part of the adventure!


Chapter 6: The Spotlight Part 1

Cox Bazar, Command Post Sbādhīnatā, Bangladesh

14th Peacekeeper Company, 1st & 3rd Platoon

[Duty: Debriefing] 1000 Hours

Everyone in the isolated area of the base had begun waking up a few hours ago. Given how they could not show their faces yet given their special circumstances, food had to be brought to them. It was like staying in a hotel where you were told to stay put and the food was room temperature.

Lieutenant Clarke had just come back from the showers which had been dusty prior to one of the sergeants from 1st Platoon having opened the water line. Fixing his UN blue scarf, which Lieutenant Clarke puts inside his fatigues, he sees everyone huddled around a slightly dusty TV.

"The structure recently erected by the Bangladeshi government is said to be used for the purpose of entertaining Rohingyan refugees as they await for transportation to nearby refugee camps, giving them a sense of security amidst this panic. We're going live to our eyes on the scene."

"Holy shit, they found it." a voice chimes in.

"Who gave them the details about it though?" Asked another.

"Thank you, Maria. Sadly UN Peacekeepers are having reporters stay a few hundred meters away from the site, however what is truly appalling is why there are chemical teams currently going into the site. Upon asking further questions, Colonel Ishikawa had refused to answer any, leading us to speculate whether this structure has been contaminated or not. Conspiracy theorists however are claiming this structure is some sort of mind control device, or a doorway to another dimension. However the United Nations attache to South Asia has made the stance clear, this structure has no malicious intent. This is Brian Garro, CNN World News."

"Oh shit, the secret's out." a voice goes through.

"News does travel fast, we should have expected much, teleporter things don't just appear out of nowhere." Private van der Wel says as the weather update starts to broadcast.

Three knocks on the door ring out as the plywood barrier swings open, revealing Captain Baker in a similarly dressed matter. "Clarke, let's go. Let's not keep him waiting."

Moving outside, Lieutenant Clarke sees Lieutenant Duquesne in the driver's seat of a borrowed Humvee. Captain Baker gets in the front seat as Lieutenant Clarke is now forced to get in the back. The drive was short as everytime a guard had stopped them, Captain Baker would just show them a paper in a small leather case and let them through immediately.

Lieutenant Duquesne parks the vehicle in front of a three story building. It was the previous UN Headquarters in Bangladesh up until it was moved to the capital in Dhaka a few decades back. It was secure enough for the current operations, it was not like they were going to face bombardment.

Stepping inside the building, a guard had once again stopped them but eventually let them go. They reached a fork where the left side led to the more civilian side of the mission, while the right side handled the more martial part, they took a right.

"You just need to explain what happened, he already has the proof, Clarke." Captain Baker says as they stand outside the door, with a plaque labelled Lieutenant General Alexandr Shaposhnikov K. Rokossovsky.

Everyone adjusted their looks, Lieutenant Clarke adjusted his beret, just in time for Captain Baker and everyone else to be let in.

"Attention!" Captain Baker yells as everyone except The Chasovoy and the one non military personnel snap to a salute.

"At ease, all of you. I'd like to get this over with quickly. Everyone who is not from Baker's unit, leave." General Rokossovsky, a tall burly man, whose face is akin to the former Soviet Field Marshal Konstantin Rokossovsky, returns the salute as other members file out of the room.

The room had nothing more than an oak office table, two couches, and a few bookshelves, filing cabinets, and lamps. If anything it looked like the office of a principal with a few couches. General Rokossovsky gestures them all to sit down in front of him as he pulls out a brown envelope, filled with papers, flash drives, and pictures recovered from both the testimonies of Lieutenant Clarke's unit and the cameras.

"So, we have deserters. I'll let you begin your defense." General Rokossovsky leans back into his chair.

"We were… brought to an entirely new world a few weeks ago. It all started when a sandstorm had begun to hit us, so we decided the best course of action was to hold out for awhile and then resume the next day." Lieutenant Clarke stops to see the reaction of his superiors.

"A sandstorm? But there was no sandstorm on the day of your disappearance." General Rokossovsky leans forward, looking directly into Lieutenant Clarke's eyes.

Lieutenant Clarke felt as if he had shrank in the face of his superior, he found his words slipping, however he had to say something. "I believe the Swedish vehicle we had was recording passively, perhaps I can show you proof of the sandstorm, sir."

"Baker, show me the footage." General Rokossovsky orders Captain Baker.

Captain Baker pulls out a flash drive which he plugs into a nearby LCD TV. Captain Baker scrolls through the files and opens one called strf_vfile_ .

Everyone sees the nighttime scenery of the Cox Bazaar, but there is a sound, which Captain Baker turns up the volume to hear, then all of a sudden the file stops playing.

"Seems to me that the footage was deliberately cut off." General Rokossovsky's manner of speaking begins to crack to his anger.

"Can we play the next few files, sir?" Captain Baker requests.

"Make it quick." General Rokossovsky says blatantly.

Captain Baker plays a few more files. What they see is the vehicle and a few others fighting the Chaurus and the Falmer, shocking most of the room, except the doubtful General. Eventually they do see Lieutenant Clarke in frame talking to a hooded figure who runs, as eventually a dragon appears out of nowhere. Next they see that they begin to fight a dragon and bronze colored automatons, and eventually their travel to the surface.

"As you can see sir, me and my men are no deserters." Lieutenant Clarke finishes as the recording ends.

"This doesn't make sense. You'd make for a good video editor if you were not a peacekeeper." General Rokossovsky says.

"We still do have the body camera footage of Privates Magnusson and Holland, sir. Would you like to see it?" Captain Baker asks.

"Baker, prepare the footage." General Rokossovsky orders.

Captain Baker reaches for the envelope again and takes out another flash drive. Switching it out he then proceeds to go to the middle of the file and play a random one. For the better part of the hour they see the interactions of 3rd Platoon, 2nd Squad with the citizens of Solitude. Lieutenant Clarke explains while the video plays of everything that happened in the city, all the way to the fighting with the Stormcloaks.

"If you have the time, sir. We can go through the rest of it as well." Lieutenant Clarke says.

"Before that, who were those men you helped, and subdued?" General Rokossovsky uses a laser pointer at the TV.

"There should probably be a dossier included, made by the people who interviewed us, sir. It should contain the current political status of that world, categorized probably under The Empire, sir." Lieutenant Clarke points at the envelope.

"Continue with the footage then." General Rokossovsky picks up a pile of papers from the envelope, held together by ring binds.

They decide to continue to watch the footage. Continuously explaining everything that had happened until the cameras of his unit had shut off due to either losing power or running out of space. Eventually they move on to the testimonies of Captain Baker and Lieutenant Duquesne with their interactions with Calcelmo and to back up the proof of the construct.

"Mister McKenzie, does this sound like desertion to you?" General Rokossovsky swivels his chair towards the attaché's direction.

"No, I don't think so, if anything this is a special case, General." UN attaché Tyrese McKenzie, a decently sized, white man with a mix of British, and Dutch features says after a long pause of contemplating.

"I agree with you, Mister McKenzie, but why did you interfere with local issues and problems?" General Rokossovsky asks, turning both his chair and gaze towards the lieutenant.

"Yes, and I also heard that you promised them help with a… dragon problem. Did you try to think of the feasibility of that, Mister Clarke?" McKenzie asks.

"Regardless of whether or not it would work, my top priority was to bring everyone home, sirs. Even… even if it meant lying to them." Lieutenant Clarke struggled to say the last sentence.

"Then you did well to fulfill and complete your top priority. However, with regards to your interference and promises made to the locals, that is another problem you must deal with." General Rokossovsky puts down the dossier on the table.

"Precisely. What you have caused, is a First Contact scenario built upon the premise of help instead of discovery. You put us in a very delicate situation, Mister Clarke." McKenzie grabs the dossier from the table.

"First and foremost, the charges of desertion against Lieutenant Clarke and the 3rd Platoon of 14th Company have been dropped due to substantial evidence against charges. Secondly everyone in the aforementioned group, those who came into contact with the construct, and the group, and the people in this room are to be quarantined for a week until we can determine if there are any form of disease present from the construct." General Rokossovsky sighs heavily. "Lieutenant Duquesne, please leave us for now."

Lieutenant Duquesne leaves, attempting to keep a distance from anyone in the hallway. McKenzie straightens his black suit jacket as he begins to speak. "Now, Mister Clarke. I need you to fill us in on the current crises happening in this other world. Contrary to your belief we do want to help, however the next words you say will determine what I will relay back to the Secretary General in regards to talking about this."

"Especially with this… Civil War. What exactly are the two sides fighting for? What are their ideals? Their ambitions?" General Rokossovsky takes out a pen and pad.

"You are not concerned about the dragon crisis, sirs?" Lieutenant Clarke says, dumbfounded at their focus.

"While it is indeed… concerning. It would be hard to convince those in the General Assembly and the Security Council that such a threat exists. At least the Civil War is more fact than fiction." General Rokossovsky says plainly.

"Well sirs. We can start with the Imperials, they are a human run empire spanning most of the continent of Tamriel. Currently they are engaged in a civil war with the Stormcloaks, a secessionist movement who believes that their province is for their people only." Lieutenant Clarke gives them a shorter answer.

"Tell me more about both factions, and if there are any third parties." General Rokossovsky continues to write.

"Yes, specifically about this Thalmor government." McKenzie flips through the dossier.

"Well, sirs. The Thalmor are more of the members of a political party known as the Third Aldemeri Dominion, most of their philosophies lie on Elven supremacy and domination, almost a carbon copy of the Third Reich in my view." Lieutenant Clarke mentions.

"Damned racists, and supremacists. What is their role in this Civil War?" General Rokosovsky stops writing for a moment.

"Well they just ensure that their treaty, the White-Gold Concordat is enforced, however I do feel that they want the Civil War to keep on going, sirs." Lieutenant Clarke voices his opinion.

"Careful with opinions, Lieutenant, we need facts, not bias." Captain Baker reminds.

"The White-Gold Concordat? And what do you mean by then want to keep the Civil War going on?" General Rokossovsky flips to another page.

"It is very long, sir. I advise you to read the dossier instead. But it is about giving portions of Imperial lands to the Elves, and outlawing worship of a human god and an inquisition against his worshipers." Lieutenant Clarke mentions.

"I see. About these Imperials, and Stormcloaks, who are their leaders and what are they like. Especially since you've met both at this peace talk you helped host." McKenzie asks.

"Who is this… Stroeus? A Dragonborn?"

"Well in Skyrim, the representative of the Empire is General Tullius, he seems to be a tactical genius, not too hard headed to open to diplomatic and posible humanitarian attempts. Ulfric Stormcloak of the Stormcloaks is a bit less like his counterpart, sirs." Lieutenant Clarke moves in his seat. "Stroeus is a dragonborn, he seems to absorb the souls of dragons and then use them for power to shout himself to become nigh invincible, and go faster, those are the only things I've seen myself."

"Absorb souls? Alright, but is he important to any form of politics inside and or outside this province of Skyrim?" McKenzie asks.

"What is the role of the Dragonborn in this world?" General Rokossovsky notes down.

"I am not sure sir, but he does seem to be popular with the masses." Lieutenant Clarke says honestly.

"Could be a useful tool." McKenzie says under his breath.

"Indeed, and perhaps the right person to bring as a witness seeing how he has no political affiliation." General Rokossovsky comments.

"Bring, sirs?" Captain Baker asks.

"Why yes, it'd be best to bring a local from this… Skyrim, to make your case for help even stronger." McKenzie says in a monotonous tone.

"I am of a mind with Mister McKenzie. While General Tullius or Ulfric Stormcloak would be good candidates, we can't openly show favor to either since it would look like we're siding with them." General Rokossovsky states.

"At least not yet. Primarily we will be attempting to solve this civil war through talking, however if the situation goes hot we need to determine who we will stand with and end it quickly." McKenzie adds.

"Lieutenant Clarke, come with me when I visit the construct, I'll need to talk with this Calcelmo figure." General Rokossovsky asks.

"Yes, sir. When do we depart?" Lieutenant Clarke asks.

"In half an hour. Enough time to prepare some ChemSuits for protection." General Rokossovsky says as he stands up and opens the door.

"Yes, sir." Lieutenant Clarke and Captain Baker give a salute as they leave, also attempting to keep a distance from others in the hallway.


Cox Bazar, 30km from Command Post Sbādhīnatā, Bangladesh

14th Peacekeeper Company, 1st & 3rd Platoon

[Duty: First Contact Unit] 1300 Hours

Dressed up in a ChemSuit, a gasmask, and a UN helmet, Lieutenant Clarke, General Rokossovsky, Attache McKenzie, and a few other peacekeepers inside an unmarked UN utility Humvee had just passed through the checkpoint of the construct, also dressed in ChemSuits.

After a few more minutes they arrive at the construct itself, which is now swarming with people holding devices, presumably to detect radiation or any other pathogens. However they registered no such radiation or pathogens, however it paid to be prepared.

Upon disembarking, the small unit had proceeded to walk into the construct. They would have preferred to wait for the news helicopters to leave, however time was essential for now and went ahead and walked inside.

"Who goes there?" Calcelmo yells as guards from the different holds jump to attention.

"It is me, friend. I have a few people who want to talk to you." Lieutenant Clarke says as his voice is muffled by the gas mask.

"Clarke! You're alive! What in Oblivion are you wearing? And who are these people?" Calcelmo exclaims.

"Yes I am, friend. Being alive is fun. They had us wear Chemical Suits in case there were diseases here that were alien to us. I told them there were none but they love to be cautious. These are my superiors. General Alexandr Shaposhnikov Rokossovsky, and Attache Tyrese McKenzie." Lieutenant Clarke explains and introduces.

"Good afternoon, you must be Calcelmo. I understand you run this whole operation" McKenzie extends a rubber gloved hand.

"I am General Rokossovsky, a pleasure to make your acquaintance. We have some questions for you about the construct if you don't mind." General Rokossovsky extends a hand as well.

"I am Calcelmo, Court Wizard of Jarl Igmund of Markarth, a pleasure to meet you. What do you wish to know about the construct?" Calcelmo shakes their hands.

"About as much as our Lieutenant here knows. We are here to discuss a few matters with you however." McKenzie replies back.

"Please, tell me. I will help in whatever way I can."

"First and foremost, Lieutenant Clarke told us that this construct runs on… souls?" General Rokossovsky adds in.

"Yes, specifically the grand souls of mammoths trapped in soul gems. Like these ones." Calcelmo holds up a soul gem for them to see.

"Is it supposed to be black? We're the mammoths killed humanely? Did they suffer?" McKenzie looks at the Black Soul Gem.

"Yes, since this is a Black Soul Gem. As for the mammoths, we did our best to kill them swiftly, since the spell only lasts for a short while." Calcelmo says with slight disappointment.

"That is regrettable, however we cannot blame you, it is hard to achieve that with such crude weapons." McKenzie states.

"Crude? We have been using only the finest of weapons! Though compared to what you have, they are indeed crude… What else would you like to know?" Calcelmo asks.

"Can this construct be built anywhere else? And if so, does it open a new one in our world, or does it connect to the pre-existing one?" General Rokossovsky asks.

"As far as we now know, it is impossible. But further research and experimentation could prove otherwise." Calcelmo puts a thoughtful finger to his chin.

"Maybe we can build a replica and the experiment with that instead." McKenzie ponders out loud.

"Perhaps, but we don't know if the initiating mechanism has to be on this side or if it can initiate from your world." Calcelmo wonders.

"Well when we create a successful test version we can move onto that as well." McKenzie replies back.

"That would be best. Is there anything else you would like to ask about?" Calcelmo asked.

"Nothing more for now. Mostly to convince myself that another world existed." General Rokossovsky says with candor.

"Now. We will be informing you that a security and operations team will be sent here to first, keep this portal open, and two, keep the area secure. Do you find this in order?" McKenzie asks.

"That… would make sense. Especially with the threat of the Civil War and random monsters appearing." Calcelmo says.

"Thank you for your cooperation. We will now take our leave." General Rokossovsky says.

"And if you feel sick, tell the guards here, you may have contracted a disease from our world." McKenzie reminds Calcelmo.

"O-of course… Watch the skies, friends." Calcelmo sees them off.

"We prefer to watch the ground, only birds fly where we come from." McKenzie jokes as the group leaves.


Cox Bazar, Command Post Sbādhīnatā, UN Quarantine Holding Facility, Bangladesh

14th Peacekeeper Company, 1st & 3rd Platoon

[Duty: None] 1900 Hours

Amidst the quarantine facility it was some form of chaos with now roughly 100 or so soldiers having nothing to do except exercise and fool around had caused quite a lot of noise disturbances. However they were also in their happiest and angriest versions, such was the case between Lieutenant Duquesne and a Slovakian crew chief having a fight about being dragged in.

The quarters provided for General Rokossovsky and McKenzie had been separated, a lot more quiet but still close enough to hear the peacekeepers blasting music of different genres in the exercise areas.

McKenzie slams his fist onto the thin wall of his room, which had a few lights and consisted of a bed, a table, and a chair. "Rokossovsky, meeting in five. Get dressed you oaf."

The reply came back with one thud to the wall and a grunt. McKenzie booted up his laptop and had connected a bluetooth earpiece as he put on more presentable clothes and his black suit jacket. Reaching out to the internet he makes his way to an application and dials up a person.

"Good evening, Attache McKenzie. How can I help you today?"

"Connect me and General Rokossovsky to the SecGen."

"Please hold."

After a few minutes of silence a response comes back.

"This is Secretary General Kaarina Virtanen, who is this?"

"Secretary Kaarina, it's Attache McKenzie, on the line with Lieutenant General Rokossovsky. We've an update about the Cox Bazar Incident."

"What is it?"

"Well we sent you the dossier of this Skyrim. Currently it is in a civil war, recuperating from a massive continental war, amidst a giant lizard problem."

"So you are saying there are people there? As in humans?"

"Humans, and more, Madam Secretary. The person we met with was an elf of sorts." General Rokossovsky interrupts politely, adding his information to the table.

"Precisely ma'am. But Lieutenant Travon Clarke, leader of the unit that went missing over a month ago had promised to help them with their problem. I think it is rightfully so to help them as well." McKenzie empathizes.

"Okay, now explain to me how this helps any of us asides from resources? Who in the right mind would send troops to a new world?" Secretary General Virtanen pinches the bridge of her nose.

"Well the Permanent Five might." McKenzie jokes with General Rokossovsky stifling a laugh.

"But think of the possible new resources we can find, maybe even infinite energy." McKenzie says with optimism.

"Do you take me for a fool, McKenzie?"

"No, ma'am but it is possible, the construct is made of a metal we have never seen. Trade, business, cultural opportunities. A chance to prove that we aren't useless, Madame Secretary." McKenzie tries to persuade her.

"I agree with Attache McKenzie, Madame. This could be the perfect chance to find new resources not found on earth, eventually delve into… whatever magic is in that world, explore and establish friendly relations with governments to ensure peace, and assist in their development as a civilization." General Rokossovsky adds.

Silence swallows the call for a few minutes, causing the two men to wonder if the call had ended or not because the screen had also gone dark. After a few good minutes, the call ends. Disappointed, both men sit down in their respective rooms, until McKenzie's phone rings, revealing a message sent from an email.

You win.

Other nations have heard wind of the construct already and news containment has failed. I'm calling for a meeting in a few weeks. After your time in quarantine and determining that there are no deadly diseases or pathogens born to Skyrim, and Tamriel, you are to inform the necessary people to come to us to talk in front of the following councils:

The United Nations General Assembly

The United Nations Security Council

The World Health Organization

The United Nations Educational, Scientific and Cultural Organization

The United Nations Development Programme

The members of 3rd Platoon, 14th Comapny are subjected to a week of leave before reporting back to the UN Headquarters in New York. I expect a response by the end of the week on their attendance. Tell them to bring whoever may be able to show us proof of their dragon problem. If no one shows up, you are fired.

Kaarina Virtanen

Secretary General of the United Nations

"Hey, Rokossovsky, I'm going to borrow a few cars from you." McKenzie says with a mix of joy and morose.


Blackreach, FOB Blackreach, Province of Skyrim, Tamriel

14th Peacekeeper Company, 1st Platoon

[Duty: Diplomatic Mission] 0800 Hours

It was a busy day for the outgoing convoy. Luckily there was no proof of deadly diseases or pathogens native to Skyrim, however as a precaution, a disinfection gate had been set up. Attache McKenzie had finally finished putting on his suit as he his assigned room.

The base that had been set up now had proper lighting and running water. A few shipping containers and hastily set up buildings were seen all around the area as peacekeepers walked about patrolling the area. A small vehicle pit had been set up as well for repairs. Sandbag walls had been placed in certain areas, and a few wire gates lined with sandbags lining the inside with two gates for incoming and outgoing traffic, along with a small sandbag square with a manned DShkM heavy machine gun.

"Lieutenant Duquesne, are we ready to head out?" McKenzie asks.

"Yes sir. Nilsson, Velikov, King, Kazimir! Load up!" Lieutenant Duquesne orders as the sergeants and their respective squads mount their vehicles.

The convoy consisted of four HMMWVs, a lent Mowag Piranha APC, and a UAZ-469 for the diplomatic team. They had eventually pulled out after getting clearance from the surface team. Moving out and onto the ramp, Attache McKenzie grabbed the radio and spoke to the rest of the unit. "Alright guys, our first stop is a place called Winterhold in accordance with scouts who checked the other holds earlier this week. It's past the city of Dawnstar. Do not stop for the Stormcloak patrols, and put those coats on chaps, it gets very cold from this point on."

Having left the swamps, the only thing they had seen were forests so unbelievably lush, eventually moving onto a scenery of white plains. It had gotten cold enough that some of the vehicles who had their maintenance checks put on hold to start having problems because of the cold, nevertheless they would make it.


College of Winterhold, Winterhold, Winterhold, Province of Skyrim, Tamriel

14th Peacekeeper Company, 1st Platoon

[Duty: Diplomatic Mission] 1400 Hours

Grinding to a halt, the rest of the unit had dismounted, now clad in cold climate gear, with the exception of the diplomatic team who were wearing either trench coats or winter jackets of neutral colors.

"I'll take the lead, Lieutenant Duquesne. Have some of your men follow us, pick three." McKenzie says as Lieutenant Duquesne starts pointing at three people.

After having picked the group, McKenzie and his team made their way to the gate, where Faralda was standing there, as if anticipating their arrival.

"Cross the bridge at yo- your clothes look familiar. Are you with the students Yeo-Jin, and Bæk?" Faralda squints to see them with the snow.

"If you mean Private Hwang Yeo-Jin, and Corporal Christoffer Bæk, then no, they are with us. Attache Tyrese McKenzie at your service. We're here to see the… Dragonborn." McKenzie extends a gloved hand.

"You're here to see Stroeus? What business do you have with a student of the college?" Faralda asks as she returns the handshake.

"You should be familiar with Lieutenant Clarke, he made a promise to help Skyrim with the dragon threat during the Peace Council. We're here to make sure it's fulfilled." McKenzie says.

"Oh yes, of course. We've heard about the Peace Council but we never truly believed it would be fulfilled. Please follow me, and watch your step." Faralda leads the rest of the group.

"Has the Dragonborn defeated this World Eater yet?" McKenzie asks as they walk up the ramps of the college.

"Yes! However, many dragons still roam the skies despite their leader being dead." Faralda says in candid joy.

"Very good news indeed, unfortunate however for our objectives. I am assuming the news has spread fast?" McKenzie asks with annoyance, well hidden at least.

"People talk, so I'm sure it's reached the ears of those in power." Faralda says as they near the gate.

"Unfortunate. I guess we will have to work harder to achieve our goals, now where is our good friend located?" McKenzie asks as they arrive at the courtyard of the college.

"Please follow me, and do not go far. He's watching" Faralda leads the way.

"Not fond of him?" McKenzie asks about the black robed elf.

"Him, and his… ideals. As a High Elf, I completely disagree with what the Thalmor stand for." Faralda says as she opens the door to the Hall of Attainment.

"Ah, them." McKenzie replies back as the rest follow suit.

Walking into the circular room, Faralda leads them to a room on the second floor, passing students who looked at them with the same interest when 3rd Platoon arrived. Faralda knocks on a closed door to announce their presence.

"Stroeus? Are you awake? You have important guests." Faralda says through the door.

"I'm awake. Come inside." the muffled voice of Stroeus comes through.

"Were you expecting anyone, Stroeus?" Aela's voice comes through.

Faralda opens the door to see Stroeus being watched over by Aela. Seeing that the room was small only McKenzie and Lieutenant Duquesne entered.

"Corporal Nillson, wipe that blush off your face, you're embarrassing yourself." was Lieutenant Duquesne's last words before entering the room.

"Good afternoon, Mister Cannalla, can you still remember the peace talks?" McKenzie asks as he puts a hair closer to Stroeus' bed.

"Of course, I was the one who planned it. What do you need?" Stroeus sits up on the bed.

"Then I assume you know why I'm here." McKenzie pulls out a small notebook. "I'm here to try and make sure that pushes through. But it seems that the civil war will be back on."

"Really? Then that's great! As for the Civil War, yes. Word spreads quickly in Skyrim, it'll reach the ears of Tullius, and Ulfric quickly." Stroeus says the last line in morose.

"Do you think we can convince them to stand down for now to deal with the remaining dragons?" McKenzie asks.

"General Tullius would most likely agree to it easily. Ulfric on the other hand, is hellbent on restarting the war." Stroeus drinks water from a cup on his side table.

"Well we have to try somehow. I'm also here to give you this invitation." McKenzie pulls out an envelope containing the formal invitation to the UN Headquarters in New York to proceed with the aid mission formation.

"This is rather formal isn't it. What'll be my role in all this?" Stroeus takes the envelope.

"Mediator and leader, you are the balancing factor between the Empire and the Stormcloaks. Along with proving to the rest of the UN that everything seen here by Lieutenant Clarke's unit and us is all real." McKenzie puts back the notebook.

"I understand. Do you think magic works in your world? I heard two of Clarke's subordinates are enrolled here, and only those with magical affinities are allowed to enroll." Stroeus asks.

"It has been proven that it does not work there, however we are thinking it is because they are not as adept as others, the debriefing of those two was rather embarrassing." McKenzie tried not to cringe at the memory.

"I have something in mind that could prove Skyrim, and to some extent, magic exists. With that being said, I'd like to bring someone along." Stroeus adds in.

"Oh you can bring a few people to prove it, it's written in the invitation." McKenzie points to the envelope still in Stroeus' hand. "Who would that be?"

"So that's what it is." Stroeus tears open the envelope and "Arngeir, the Greybeard who helped me arrange and host the peace council. He can help me prove Skyrim."

"That's fine. Bring who you can for proof and or security. If they need help getting to us, please inform us ahead of time so we can provide transportation. We need them there in at least five days, same place." McKenzie mentions.

"I'll leave for High Hrothgar tomorrow, and meet you Blackreach. I might have to pass by Jorrvaskr first to drop off equipment. Hope you can help, Aela." Stroeus lists down mentally.

"Yes, of course. It'd be good to have some mead and sit by the fire with the other Companions. Can't wait to punch Farkas in the arm again." Aela reminisces at the moment.

"Leave the poor boy alone. If you want to punch someone, go punch his brother, Vilkas." Stroeus laughs a bit.

"Well if that will be all, we will be heading towards Windhelm. Thank you for your time, Mister Cannalla." McKenzie extends his hand "See you in five days."

"See you then, Mr.?" Stroeus indirectly asks for a name.

"McKenzie, Tyrese McKenzie."


City of Windhelm, Province of Skyrim, Tamriel

14th Peacekeeper Company, 1st Platoon

[Duty: Diplomatic Mission] 1800 Hours

The convoy had simply sped past the Stormcloak held forts as to not cause any unwanted trouble, however the moment they arrived, a horse rider had arrived to tell the guards of the approaching strangers, however stopped at the evident scene and realization of him being late.

"Halt! Who goes there?" a Hold Guard yells.

"I got on a horse and rode as quickly as I could to inform you that something strange was approaching, guess I was too late. This… thing outran a horse!" the rider heaved in cold air.

"We're here to uphold our part of the peace talks. We would like to speak with Jarl Stormcloak, please." McKenzie speaks.

"And who might you be? I never received information on people like you." the Hold Guard asks.

"My colleagues have worked with the Dragonborn, I think you would know my colleague as Lieutenant Clarke." McKenzie says.

"I'll go to the Palace of King's to confirm. Please wait here." The Hold Guard leaves.

After waiting for a good 10 minutes, the guard had finally returned, this time with a torch in hand. In the time that has elapsed a few people from the outer parts of the city had decided to get closer to the Peacekeepers.

"All right, you've gotten permission. Please get down from your… wagon, and follow me." the Hold Guard turns around to lead the group.

Walking through the streets of Windhelm, it was obvious that the city had seen better homeless were strewn about, huddled close to sources of heat, buildings having crumbled a bit and seem ready to collapse, anti-Imperial talk bussled all around, and the city generally had a dark and depressing atmosphere.

Eventually they arrived at the Palace of Kings, where upon opening the door the first thing they see is Ulfric Stormcloak himself sitting on his throne. The group had simply walked inside, stopping a few meters from him and his large guard.

"So, what brings you earthlings to my throne room?" Ulfric asks.

"We prefer 'Terran' actually. But I am here to invite you to a United Nations meeting to initiate an aid mission to Skyrim." McKenzie produced another envelope from his trench coat.

"Very well, Terran. And what is this United Nations, and this aid mission, hmm?" Ulfric ponders.

"I am here to answer any inquiries you have, sir." McKenzie adds.

"Then explain what this United Nations, and aid mission is." Ulfric sits up straighter, the relaxed look turning into guarded intrigue.

"The United Nations is a collection of nations aimed at resolving world issues with the application of force being the last resort. In the sense of this mission to Skyrim, we will be helping in, first and foremost, removing the dragon threat, and secondly, the development of the lands." McKenzie recites in near perfect memorization.

"And what sort of land development would your United Nations be doing?" Ulfric asked.

"Well, technological if ever. Imagine farms producing near ten times the amount they yield now? Indoor plumbing, industrialization that does not harm the environment, and so much more." McKenzie answers back.

"And what about weapons, hmm? Will those be provided as well considering the state of Skyrim right now?" Ulfric picks out.

"It would depend on the needs of the state, however we condone the trade of weapons." McKenzie became slightly more conscious of his next words.

"I see… and how long would these projects take? And where would funding come from? You can't expect us to fund a project during the Civil War." Ulfric critiqued.

"Most of the funding would come from us along with an oversight committee." McKenzie returned.

"Who would form this oversight committee? Because I want someone under me to be on the committee." Ulfric demanded.

"They're there to make sure the projects reach our safety standards. There will only be a few of them there, most of the people on the main committee will be yours, in fact we urge that the majority of the main committee be your people." McKenzie says.

"Good, good. That sounds agreeable to me. I hope that your people are efficient and effective in their jobs." Ulfric visibly becomes comfortable.

"They are, of course, screened as always. I assume you will be accepting this invite then?" McKenzie pulls out the invitation and envelope, handing it over to Ulfric.

"Yes, of course. Give it to Galmar, we'll discuss this further later." Ulfric directs his pointing finger to Galmar who accepts the letter in a polite way.

"We will see you in Blackreach five days from now. Good evening." McKenzie bows as he and his other compatriots leave.


City of Solitude, Province of Skyrim, Tamriel

14th Peacekeeper Company, 1st Platoon

[Duty: Diplomatic Mission] 1000 Hours

"Your highness, general. On behalf of the United Nations, we hereby invite you to the first ever Inter-World Summit to discuss the development of Tamriel and seeing to the peaceful end of your Civil War." McKenzie recites as he holds the invitation towards both Jarl Elisif and General Tullius.

"Thank you for the invitation, Ser Diplomat, would you be so kind as to enlighten us about what this Inter-World Summit will specifically do?" Jarl Elisif asks as she grabs the invitation.

"We will be discussing the development of Skyrim and then Tamriel as a whole, then of course ending the dragon threat once and for all." McKenzie replies back.

"That is an admirable goal indeed. Skyrim is in need of a large scale revitalization after the Civil War and the dragons. Though, how exactly will the dragons be dealt with?" General Tullius asks.

"By the use of air supremacy, general." McKenzie simply stated.

"What do you mean by air supremacy?" General Tullius' reaction is one of both confusion and amazement.

"We have harnessed the power of flight, general. We possess the means to traverse the skies to either rain down hell upon our enemies, however in this case, we will use it to fight the dragons on an even scale." McKenzie put it lightly, knowing well the capabilities of a fighter aircraft.

"What sort of magic does this require? I imagine it needs a great deal of magical input?" General Tullius asks.

"It achieves flight by means of combustion, however I am not the one who should explain it to you. I have problems knowing how to fix my toaster back home sometimes, let alone a jet engine." McKenzie jokes, earning a few laughs from peacekeepers and diplomatic team members present.

"I… I see. Very well, I believe we can put our faith in you, especially after what Lieutenant Clarke did for us." General Tullius concludes.

With that, Attache McKenzie had given a curt bow and left the grounds of the Blue Palace. Walking through the market area he had noticed some of the bullet holes left by Lieutenant Clarke's skirmish with the rebels, however they were only noticeable if you wanted to look for it.

They had quickly mounted their assigned vehicles and had set off. The convoy had begun rolling down the road into the parts where there was snow, however at some point smoke had begin to erupt from the lead Humvee, causing the rest of the convoy to veer onto the side of the road.

"Christ almighty, Mark, I thought you had this thing serviced a few days ago." Sergeant Nilsson complains as he slams the Humvee door close, his winter coat roughly put on him.

"I did, sir, don't blame me, the fucking roads out here are cobblestone. Shit could've easily found its way into the engine block." another peacekeeper fires back as he opens up the hood of the Humvee, causing more smoke to rise out.

"Shield 1-1, this is Shield 1-3. Engine just got fucked, we're trying to fix it now." Sergeant Nilsson speaks into his radio.

"Shield 1-3, Shield 1-1, how long until we can get the convoy rolling again?"

"Unknown sir, Mark said it could've been cobblestone lodged in the engine block."

"See what it is, I'll try to request for a recovery vehicle. Out."

Sergeant Nilsson and his subordinate look at the engine block again, this time with less smoke. Sergeant Nilsson however pulls out sticks of wood, shredded by the main fan of the engine.

"You see any sticks on the road private? Private are you even-" Sergeant Nilsson stopped talking after seeing that his private had pulled out a yellow, metallic arrowhead which had been deformed.

"Shield 1-1! It was an arrow that fucked us! It's an ambush!"

After the report was heard, the gunner of the M2HB sprung to life as the Piranha APC overtook the rest of the convoy, with the diplomatic team's UAZ and half the unit in tow. However the convoy had grinded to a halt, the tires of the vehicles creating one hell of screeching sound, causing Sergeant Nilsson and a few others to cover their ears.

In front of the Piranha APC was an elf in her usual Thalmor garb on a horse, accompanied by other mounted infantry.

"Greetings, humans. Allow me to introduce myself, I am Elenwen, ambassador of the Aldmeri Dominion to Skyrim. It has come to my attention that you have been gallivanting from Winterhold to Solitude. On what business might I ask?" Elenwen speaks.

"Driver blast the horn for a while, if she does not move, run her over." Lieutenant Duquesne orders.

For a few seconds, whatever animal was at peace with the world, was disturbed by the mechanical sound emitted by the horn. Causing Elenwen and her escorts to cover their ears. However Attache McKenzie had begun running towards her despite the opposition from the peacekeepers behind him, it would also appear that he had arrived just in time as the Piranha APC had audibly begun shifting gears.

"Duquesne! Don't turn them into roadkill!" McKenzie yells as he flails his arms in front of the optics and driver port's visible optics.

"Were you the ones who shot at us?"

"Hmm, how rude. The arrow was an accident, my men were trying to simply kill the rabbit running down the road when your… thing showed up." Elenwen still spoke with confidence despite having almost become one with the road.

"Right, perhaps it is/" McKenzie pretends to agree while Lieutenant Duquesne, from the commander's cupola scoffs angrily.

"Is there a reason for stopping us?" McKenzie asks, regaining his composure.

"So, you've been travelling around Skyrim inviting people of great import, might I ask if you were coming to meet me next?" Elenwen says in a semi-insulting way.

"Yes, we have. I cannot agree to that, my superiors did not specify to invite your people. Unless there is a reason we should." McKenzie smiled behind the facade.

"And why not? I assure you my branch of the Aldmeri Dominion must uphold the Inquisition, and I must know what happens in whatever it is your gathering these people for." Elenwen shoots back at the covered insult.

"And do you have proof, Madam Ambassador?"

"The White Gold Concordat is proof enough."

"Regardless, there is no invitation for you. However if you would like to come along I can inform my superiors and return with a response."

"Good, and I expect a favourable answer soon. Come, let us go." Elenwen stirred the horse's reins as she and her cohort left.

"You're not serious, are you, sir?" Lieutenant Duquesne leans over the commander's cupola hatch.

"I have to inform them, but I hope to God the Secretary-General says no. C'mon let's go." McKenzie walks back to his team's vehicle.

"Nilsson! Can that vic move or do we need to call for a recovery vehicle?" Lieutenant Duquesne yells.

"Yes sir, Lieutenant! It's going to be a new definition of heavy metal though." Sergeant Nilsson said as he entered the passenger's side of the Humvee, as it began to produce sounds that no driver would ever want to hear.


Blackreach, FOB Blackreach, Province of Skyrim, Tamriel

14th Peacekeeper Company, 1st Platoon

[Duty: Diplomatic Mission] 0800 Hours, September 13, 2020

It had been two days since the giving of invitations. The first party to arrive was General Tullius and Legate Rikke, along with an escorting party along with Ambassador Elenwen and a Justiciar, both of whom had recently discovered the shower. After a general messy intervention of a crash course on how to use a shower, the next party to arrive was Ulfric Stormcloak, accompanied by Galmar Stone-Fist, and lastly Stroeus with Aela and Arngeir in tow. As of the moment the Skyrim delegation was put in a few buildings close to each other in order to keep track of them.

Attache McKenzie, followed by a few doctors with hard cases walking up to the compound, it was recommended by the current Director General of the WHO to have them vaccinated in order to avoid unfortunate accidents.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, your attention please! These here are Doctors Weibel, and Vulcan. They will be administering vaccines to all of you to avoid any of you catching diseases native to our world. After this we will be having breakfast, and then preparing to leave for New York." McKenzie felt like he was a tour leader in the way he said it as the two doctors and their nurses set up a table and lay out all the necessary equipment to administer the vaccines along with a curtains area..

"What is this vaccine you speak of? And what does it do?" Stroeus asks as he puts on a tunic.

"It helps stimulate your bodies to fight off viruses which would otherwise kill you, making you immune to the possible diseases you will encounter from Dhaka to New York." Doctor Vulcan says as he lays out a case of syringes on the table.

"Airports are good places to get these diseases, and since we will be going to one of the busiest ones in our world, you will be needing it." Doctor Weibel says as she smiles brightly to ease them.

"Such a power exists? If only this was accessible to Tamriel then diseases and plagues would never happen." Stroeus comments

"What is an airport?" General Tullius questioned.

"It's where the aircraft I told you are stored and loaded, General Tullius." McKenzie replies back.

"Now, who would like to go first." Doctor Weibel puts on her latex gloves.

"Ooh me, pick me! I would like to go first!" Stroeus walks up, attitude akin to a happy child.

"Please enter the curtain and pull your trousers down." Doctor Vulcan asks the Breton.

"Pull down my trousers? What for?" Stroeus asks as he steps into the curtain, some laughs being heard in the back.

"It has to be administered in the buttocks, sir." Doctor Vulcan states as he pulls out a rather large syringe.

"Oh my gods…" Stroeus freezes.

"Here, you can put this in your mouth." Doctor Vulcan passes Stroeus a clean rag, which he accepts.

"Don't remove it, what is your favorite color?" Doctor Vulcan asks as he gets ready for the administration.

"Grey…" Stroeus spoke but soon screamed, muffled, but not a complete scream.

Behind the curtains the rest of the Skyrim delegation began to have second thoughts on getting it, however it was either the risk of dying from an alien disease, or a few hours of pain. Soon enough Stroeus walked out of the curtained area, rubbing the bart of his bottom that had been injured.

"Next!"

After everyone was administered a shot of Bicillin, everyone was in different forms of pain, and fatigue, with equal methods of dealing with it. Most of them had simply yelled curse words and resulted in engaging in fights with the stone buildings, most notably Elenwen and Arngeir had fainted right after the shot, causing concerns amongst the delegation.

The breakfast service was handled by Peacekeeper cooks as a proper catering company could not be called in due to the many unknown variables of the portal. However their job was more than enough considering the ingredients they had at their disposal, mainly whatever fresh foods and non-prepared foods and ingredients could be scrounged up from the Officers' Mess Hall.

"By the Eight, what did we have to go through? I never thought I'd experience that in my life." Elenwen complained aloud as she looked at her plate filled with whote rice and some beef and spices, the grains looking very alien to her.

"Such filthy methods to 'ensure' safety. Are they sure this is going to work?" the Justiciar guard complains as he picks at a piece of bacon.

"I was certain the wounds I sustained from battles were much worse, I suppose I was wrong." General Tullius comments while scooping up some scrambled eggs and toast, sticking with something already familiar to him.

"Well I for one think it hurts as much as a dragon claw, wouldn't you say Aela?" Stroeus adds in as he puts a mouthful of rice and spiced chicken.

"Around the same pain, aye. Although I shudder to think where they had to put it." Aela agrees as she digs into her plate of assorted meats and bread.

"Hmph, weaklings all of you, I for one did not feel anything." Ulfric comments from across the table, despite rubbing the side of his bottom where the needle went into.

After the breakfast service, the group led by Attache McKenzie were lead into a convoy of UN Peacekeeper acquisition vehicles, some of them still belonging to other UN branches operating in the area such as the UNDP and UNHCR.

"Ladies and gentlemen, please enter the vehicles, we will be arriving in Shah Jalal International Airport in a few hours." McKenzie announces.

"What are these 'vehicles' we are entering, Ser Diplomat?" Elenwen attempts to open the door to a repurposed 4x4, prompting the Peacekeeper driver to exit his position and open it for her.

"They are like your carriages but do not require a horse to pull it. You will have to share vehicles since we could only acquire a few of them that are air conditioned." McKenzie explains to the elf.

"I would like to stay with Rikke and the Aldmeri representatives if that's all right." General Tullius announces as he and Legate Rikke move to another vehicle.

"In accordance to traffic rules, only three people can be seated in the middle row, so one of you will have to be sitting in the far back. Colonel Rodrigues, could you put down a seat in the back for one of them, please." McKenzie asks as the head of security for the convoy, who simply replies and does as said before opening the door for them to pile into.

After having them and their luggages settled into their respective vehicles, an up-armored Humvee takes the lead and starts the trip. After entering Dhaka city, a police escort had eventually met up with them to allow for a faster trip to the airport.

Arriving at the entrance of Shah Jalal International Airport, there was a massive media presence, almost all of the major news outlets were present at the scene, causing their armed escorts to tense up slightly having to potentially push and shove their way through the crowd.

The first to get out were the armed peacekeepers who had to form a perimeter around the convoy, arms stretched as the Skyrim delegation got out of the vehicles and gathered their belongings.

"Stay in a tight group, do not answer their questions yet, you'll get the chance to do that in New York." McKenzie yells as the reporters begin their barrage of questions at the group.

"What are these flashing lights? What are they doing?" Stroeus asks as he shields his eyes as he tries to adapt to the lights.

"They're cameras, they are taking pictures of all of us." McKenzie answers as he signals the lead peacekeeper to start moving.

Eventually reaching the inside of the airport where both the peacekeepers and airport security hold back the media crowd. Reaching the check-in counter, McKenzie puts his suitcase on it and produces nine sets of documents proving that the persons behind him are the real ones, along with their boarding pass.

"Ok, ladies and gentlemen, you will now have to be stripped of your weapons and armor for the flight due to safety reasons, but don't worry you will get them back, just put them in the cases." McKenzie points to peacekeepers bringing in padded hard cases brought in by airport security for them to store their equipment in.

"We're not going to get attacked mid-transport are we? I'd like to keep my weapons on me. You can never be too sure." Ulfric defensively replies.

"No, Colonel Rodrigues and his two subordinates, along with some Air Marshals will be protecting you and everyone else, it is just standard safety protocol to ensure the safety of everyone on board." McKenzie tries to calm them down.

"I see, how accessible will they be while in transport?" Ulfric asks.

"They will not be available, but you will be able to get them back when we land at JFK International." McKenzie replies back.

"Hmph, you better make sure nothing happens then." Ulfric and Galmar put their weapons in a hard case.

"Before any of you start removing armor, let's proceed to a private lounge so you may do so in privacy." McKenzie adds as he leads them deeper into the airport.

The group had marched off into a private lounge, where members from both first and business class had begun to look with intrigue from their laptops, phones, and paperback reading materials. Entering another enclosed room, the windows had their blinds lowered automatically as the last member of the group closed the door.

After a few minutes the group had left the lounge again towards their boarding gate. McKenzie and Colonel Rodrigues seemed to be in a very rushed and stressed mood as they looked at the many signs and PA system announcements as they rushed through the scattered groups of people.

"I don't see any sort of town crier, where is the voice coming from?" General Tulius looked everywhere as the voices continued.

"They're coming out of a PA system, I'll explain later." McKenzie continued to cross reference the gate numbers on the boarding passes and the signs.

"Gate number 24, Flight number UB-3775 heading from Dhaka to New York will be opening for boarding. First and business class passengers please line up."

"There! Gate 24! Let's go." McKenzie yelled as he grabbed Ulfric by the arm and went left, leaving the Jarl in a state of shock, who immediately after regaining balance yanked his arm back.

"What are you doing?" Ulfric asked as he got his balance righted.

"Sorry, the line for first and business class tends to go fast, I don't want you guys to be waiting in a longer cue." McKenzie explains.

As they got to the gate, a team of flight attendants were present to handle the verification process. McKenzie pulled out the nine boarding passes of the delegation and a document with the signature of the Secretary General. After verifying this they began to call up each of them by name, cross-referencing their pictures to the real person, skeptical about the true urgency of the document, however headlines today have been proving the document correct.

Entering the plane, they were directed to their seats by flight attendants who were adamant about putting their things in the overhead bins, some who had the flight attendants do it for them because of their confusion, with some of the air marshals and escorting peacekeepers helping along.

After a while and the pre-flight checks were complete, the plane had begun to take off towards New York.

"What in Oblivion are we doing? Are… are we flying? Like what dragons and birds do?" Galmar asked a person across the aisle as he gripped the seat harder.

"Oh… oh… it's you guys! Uh… yeah, we are flying. Are you scared of flying?" a man in a navy blue suit responded.

"Scared? No, I've never been scared of anything in my life. Wrestled a bear at the age of 7 I did." Galmar responded with fervor but stiff body language.

"Well, alright, alright. It's safe though, don't worry." the man responded.

Along the flight there were some problems involving the on-board entertainment, especially the problem of operating it, whereupon a significant number of the flight attendants had to assist the nine delegates. However the rest of the flight had gone relatively fine, except for when Stroeus had played with the overhead lights and opened and closed the window shutters continuously.


JFK International Airport, New York City, New York, United States of America

[NO UNIT ASSIGNED]

[Duty: Diplomatic Mission] 0200 Hours, September 13, 2020

They entered JFK International to see a still very active airport, despite it having been 2AM. Their first stop was the baggage claim area where they had immediately retrieved the hard cases containing their metal equipment. They were escorted to a lounge area due to a large presence of the press, and their accommodate vehicles were still stuck in traffic.

"Oh, I advise you don't change into your armor, it's 15 degrees outside." McKenzie commented as he donned a black trench coat from his suitcase.

"What? It's 59 degrees outside, what're you on about." a police officer commented from nearby.

"In celsius, good sir." McKenzie clarified causing the officer to nod in understanding.

"What is this degree and celsius you speak of?" Arngeir asked as he sat on a table nearby, helping himself to a bowl of clam chowder.

"It's how cold or hot it gets, I'm guessing you're not going to bother with the temperature since you all live in a place that seems to eternally snow." McKenzie commented and received grunts of agreement.

After another hour they were told that their convoy had finally arrived. Three SUVs with black tinted windows and a black color scheme, two NYPD police cruisers were at the front and back. By the entrance the crowd of press and journalists were being held back by airport staff and police officers.

Employees from the UN had ushered their passengers in and got them comfortable before they had taken off into the streets of New York. As they raced through the city, they were constantly in the company of the blaring sirens of the NYPD and the radio chatter on-board as they saw some streets cordoned off by officers.

"What is that dastardly annoying sound and light?" Aela asked as she rubbed the sleep from her eyes, leaning on Stroeus who was not as tempted to sleep as his counterpart.

"Sirens, ma'am. They help other motorists know to move out of the path of our convoy." the UN employee who was driving responded back.

"What are motorists?" Aela asked.

"Uh… other people who drive cars. People inside the cars!" The UN employee focused back on the road.

"Ahh I see, something like a carriage I suppose." Aela answered back as she fell back to sleep amidst the ride.

After a while they pulled up on the famous Broadway street where they were greeted by the lights that never turn off. One of the larger LED screens was playing a live news coverage of the Tamriel Delegation's convoy barrelling through the street as early morning onlookers took their gazes towards the vehicles.

"What is all of this… All the lights, all the colors… What are these for?" Elenwen stared out the tinted window, looking at a billboard advertising a sandwich with a piece of brown charred meat in between it.

"Oh, they've put the McRib back, they removed those in South Africa. I'll go order one later." McKenzie was fighting to stay awake in order to entertain any questions the delegation had.

"McRib? I know what a rib is but what is a Mc?" Elenwen was still looking at it, having to twist her body a bit more to look at the billboard.

"Oh, oh, they're advertisements for products or news, like that screen." McKenzie pointed at the LED screen playing the live feed of them going down the road.

"Advertisements for products? Like display cases?" Elenwen pondered on the new term.

"Uh, yes, if you put it that way, then yes." McKenzie answered back.

"Oh that looks like a wonderful dress I could wear at the embassy." Elenwen said candidly, shying back after realizing her statement.

"Oh, a Prada designer, nice catch. You could buy one after the summit if you'd like, although we still have to figure out the exchange rate of your currency." McKenzie began to remember the worth of gold per gram if they did use gold coins that is.

"Oh, pay no heed to me, merely a slip of the tongue."Elenwen said flusteredly as she looked down into the carpeted floor of the SUV.

After a few minutes the convoy had arrived at the Marriott hotel's main entrance, the press members who were already present had swarmed the delegation. There was a small number of them there since they did not know which among the hotels the other worldly delegates would be staying in. The doormen of the hotel had opened the doors for the delegation while bellboys had gone ahead and taken whatever baggage was there to transport.

They were able to make it in without having to answer too many questions. Inside they saw the warm yellow light of the hotel, dimmed down to accommodate the darker outside. McKenzie had told them to follow him to the concierge table to get their rooms, on the way he saw the security details of South Korea, Finland, France and Saudi Arabia, the French Republican Guard, who visibly cringed and began to talk amongst themselves at the oddity of the situation.

"Well this is a lavish place isn't it? We could use something like this in Tamriel." Elenwen looked at the surroundings of the hotel and their furniture as her bodyguard simply nodded.

"Who are the ones standing over there? The ones with the same clothes as you?" Stroeus asked Colonel Rodrigues.

"The smug looking pendejos? Or the other ones?" Colonel Rodrigues looked around.

"Pendeiho? The ones over there, with the weird facial hair." Stroeus points at the French security detail.

"Don't point at them." Colonel Rodrigues pushed down Stroeus' arm. "That's the French Republican Guard, they're here to protect the French president. That one there with the big guys are the Finnish Security Intelligence Agency, the ones who look like they're squinting is the South Korean security detail, and the one with the head covering cloth, they're here to protect the king of Saudi, or prince."

"The Republican Guard sounds interesting, although I don't know what a republican is. Those Finnish folk look like good strong Nords. As for the other ones, I don't find them too interesting." Stroeus commented, earning a rather antagonizing look from Colonel Rodrigues, who dismissed it.

"I got the rooms, let's go." McKenzie turned around with five keycards.

Getting them into the elevator was interesting so to say. The UN employees had taught them how to use the amenities of their suites and to take proper care of them. Most of them had been shocked at the premise of both hot water and internal plumbing. Everything had gone smoothly since most of them opted to go to bed immediately first since the World Summit was to be held at 10AM.


Headquarters of the United Nations, New York City, New York, United States of America

[NO UNIT ASSIGNED]

[Duty: Diplomatic Mission] 1000 Hours, September 13, 2020

The convoy had left the Marriott at 8AM after having had the breakfast reception with the presence of the French, Finnish, South Korean, and Saudi leaders, who seemed to be hurried and none of them paid heed to each other except in greetings.

At this point they were stuck in the traffic of the world leaders. They had begun to discuss their morning experiences while they were waiting for their turn to be dropped off.

"Toilets here are….weird… too weird." Galmar commented to Ulfric as the limousine inched slowly forward.

"Running water everywhere you go, this can't be magic. I don't think this is magic, it'd eat up too much mana." Tullius added, he was not a magic user, however still knew the strain of using spells.

"Those… hashbrowns, did they call it? Those can't be potatoes can they?" Aela was shocked that potatoes could be turned into such a thing.

"It's weird not having ale for breakfast, whatever this coffee is though, it's a lot better at waking you up."Stroeus still had a paper cup of coffee with him, his intrigue causing him to bring one more along.

"Well I'm glad you enjoyed the morning. I hope all of you who will be speaking at the podium have your speeches ready. It will be a very long day today." McKenzie told the group. "But today we will find out if my superiors will send you the help you need."

They finally arrived at the entrance. A police officer opened the limousine door and Stroeus was the first one out. Clad in noble looking clothes he and the others took their step up the stairs towards the entrance. In front of them stood the flags of 196 nations, waving proudly in the morning wind. The confidence Storeus and the others felt did not falter, if anything, at the site of so many nations potentially sending help, they felt very, very optimistic.