GATE: Thus the JSDF and (ERROR! ERROR!) — uh, oh dear! Chapter 2, a X-overs + Gate - Jietai Kare no Chi nite, Kaku Tatakeri Crossover fanfic

Elements from the franchises of Saints Row, Borderlands, Jurassic Park, and Kill La Kill were added to this crossover. A number of fanfic story schemes used here actually came from the GATE JSDF/Battlefield crossover, published by the writer Gunkatas (Thank you though!).

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3 months since the U.S-Japanese expedition (D-Day) to the 'Special Regions'….

A small group of ten Indonesian natives made their way, as silent as they could within the surrounding vegetation, toward a large palm oil plantation in the middle of the night. The oils of these plants are essential ingredients in the making of baked goods, candies, ice creams, hair shampoos, butter, cosmetics, cooking oil, and other numerous commodities. Yet the palm fruit bunches remain attached to the mono-cultured flora for a few months with only the few survivors knew why.

"Looks like nobody is there at this time," whispered the local leader at the front observing the terrain. "Remember, one or two bags of oil palm fruits per person. Anymore than that will bring more troubles and attentions to all of us or just one of you."

"Nadjii sir," said one man. "I don't think it's going to be enough to get us rich through the black market."

The leading figure sighed, "It's just enough for our families to cook with for a month at best; and don't forget about this one story where I witnessed a previous band of men being torn up to bloody shreds by those 'visitors' in this same plantation for being too greedy. Everyone, move quietly now."

As the party move softly to the nearest oil palm trees, they hear the sounds of gunfire and explosions far from where they're currently positioned. "Sir, do you have a guess on who's attacking who?" a follower asked.

"I have no time to wonder about that question or who's stupid enough to attack 'them.' Keep going," the leader spoke in a low voice.

Just when the small team reached the trees, a companion suddenly tumble toward the ground face-forward and hit something on his forehead. "Ow! What the heck did I hit my head to?"

"Are you alright my friend?"

"I'm not sure- ouch. Okay, let me turn on the flashlight and see what was… th- oh... shit," said the man standing up to then see something gruesome on the ground with the portable light device. A human head… severed and beaten… among hundreds of rotting, disassembled corpses that scattered across the field while moving the light beam.

Nadjii walk to the shocked person and place one hand on the shoulder. "We need to continue on for our beloved family members that are still alive. I'm just as frighten by this as you do but I cannot let bad recollections in my head to halt this necessity. So please, do the same and dim the light right now." The fellow listened, lower the brightness, and head for the first tree being harvested - albeit slowly since they didn't brought bladed tools with them. Or any tools rumored to trigger violent retaliations from these 'aliens' - as informed by other survivors. While the party pick the palm fruits by hand among the newly-grown greenery, echoes of screaming and begging are heard after a pause of firefights. The poor sounds have jogged memories of his encounters with the unknown foreigners on this same agricultural field.

They first appeared suddenly about four months ago when he was once a worker of many, picking those fruits for the local palm oil owner in Indonesia. Nadjii at the time was more concern of getting as much money as he could despite the controversial nature of the plantation to cut down irreplaceable forests for agricultural use and the businesses' abuse of its laborers for more profit. On that day though, he and others nearby were surprised at the appearance of a 'man' fully covered in a mixture of grey, black, and white armor. A guard noticed this shortly later and confronted the out-of-placed intruder within the estate. After several failed attempts in yelling and physically forcing the strange person to get out of the area, he called in more guards with guns to make the message clear. Instead, a bloodbath occurred when all the guards at the spot were ambushed by similar metallic beings who then beaten and ripped apart the men to death barehanded. Workers like himself ran far away to safety in response to witnessing such frightening event. For a week, the palm oil field and several more that Nadjii heard in the local news became hellish places as groups of laborers trying get the fruits were massacred without warning; leaving the rest hesitant to do their jobs. Angry at the stagnation and eager to resume the money flow, the affected corporate managers made plans to arm their work forces with guns and have them (along with hired mercenaries) remove these 'murderers' out of their lands. Days of preparations later, the corporations launched the removal operations… which became a brutal slaughter for the humans. Hidden high-explosive traps rocked their battle formations heading toward the occupied estates, leaving behind heavy casualties as a result. The poor worker himself was gusted by one of the predetermined explosions and hit a tree that left him unconscious for several minutes. When he slowly woke up, the Indonesian saw the aftermath of the battle with scattered bodies of his coworkers and mercenaries (dead and dying) covered in multiple ablazen holes; and plenty more cut in half which also shown burnt marks along the lacerations. After some time looking at the macabre scene in a disturbed state, he noticed a squad of those 'metal men' holding unknown firearms at the edge of the plantation before they just vanished in front of him. Minutes of observations dawn on him that not a single body of those aliens was found among the deceased on the battlefield and a small fraction of the local hundred-size attack force survived. Overall, the maneuvers ended in failure with an estimated death toll of six hundred on their side and zero for the mysterious opponents. Half an hour later, the affected company leaders were attacked and tortured to death by the same kinds of 'demons' in their buildings before they had a chance to communicate their government affiliates. From then on, the concealed adversaries continuously cause havoc and make 'judgements' on Indonesia's unlawful practices like tree logging vulnerable ecosystems, illegal trades on endangered wildlife, over-fishing, drug smuggling, fossil fuel overuses, and piracy; regardless of the side effects presented on the country's populations and 'civilized' development that includes international and corporate interests.

"Brother? Is that really you brother?" A surprised male voice from one of his group snapped the native leader back to reality and brought attention to the rest of the party. "By god, it is! You're really him! Where had you been? Our family had been worried about you!"

"What is going on over there, Bakaiguah?" asked Nadjii as he walk toward one of his coworkers. Once there, the leading human spotted a man with crisscrossed green lines all over the exposed head, arms, and legs revealed with a flashlight. "Uh… who is this, my friend?"

"Oh, pardon my joy, sir. This here is my brother, Rabolo. He has been missing from my family for months until now. Hey Bro! Say hello to this man here!" No response.

"So… what's with those green lines all over his face?"

"Eh, he must had been to a tattoo shop somewhere. Anyway, come and help me with the picking brother!" The arrived 'man' did not move or responded to Bakaiguah as he walked a little before noticing the stillness. "Hey Rabolo, aren't you following your sibling to the oil palms? [A few seconds of silence] No…? Well that's alright. You can help us carry some for our families back home. I'll get to work then!" The smiled laborer walk to the picking site.

"Okay… what just happened?" the leading native puzzled. When he carefully look at the person, the Indonesian notice several green lines indicated to intersect all over the body, the green color of the eyes, and surprisingly… a PKM machine gun with a modified 150-round ammunition box attached to the weapon that this individual was holding with both hands. "Uh… Rabolo, could you put away that gun before running into-?"

"Command denied," said the color-marked man in a distorted, electronic voice who pointed the firearm at the leader being a bit too close.

"W-W-What the…?" the human standing still realized something was wrong with this fellow; just by the machine-like sound and the illumination of the colored lines and the glowing eyes.

The returning earthling saw the moment but interpreted differently. "Hey, what's with that voice man? Have you been taking in so much narcotics or alcohol while you were gone? Ah… I swear, we're going to clean you up to shape and find out about your absent. But whatever, here are the two bags for you bro." He put the bags on top of the person's arms and gun, which lowered down by the extra weight and let the fabric containers slide to the ground. Both Nadjii and Bakaiguah are both confused by the situation.

"Sooo… what kind of person was your brother?" questioned the leader.

"He was a nice person to almost everyone in my family for years since childhood, sir. However, he did had difficulty dealing with stress and lack of self- esteem months before his disappearance. Thus whenever my brother can't get a job or other things not in his favor, he tended to take drugs or other substances that caused us concerns." The neutral expressed person then turn his eyes toward the PKM. "Oh wait, where did you get that machine gun? Can't grab the bags for us while having that weapon occupied your hands." The firearm remained in the hands of the warped individual. "Uh, can you let go of the weapon please?"

"Invalid order," replied the person in the same digital sound.

"Order… it's actually a request from your family member! So look, let me help you remove th-"

"WAIT Bakaiguah! I don't think your brother's soul is in that body anymore!" warned the head of the group.

"What did you just say?"

"Look at him! There something seriously wrong with a lost sibling carrying a heavy gun, glowing tattoos in his body, and a robotic voice. Perhaps it's possible that the aliens captured him and turned your drug addict into a sl-!"

"That's enough! I don't want to hear more truths about Rabolo and his drug abuse for several months! And I highly doubt the possibility of some sci-fi subjugation on him!" said the more aggressive worker getting closer to his 'brother.'

"Stop what you're doing and calm down! Any closer now will make him kill you!" Nadjii tried to tell his friend before receiving a hard fist to the face that landed him on the ground. "Ow…"

"Just shut up for once at this time!" The earthling then focused on removing the PKM from his sibling's hands. Unfortunately, the grip on the weapon is quite strong. "Damn, you sure do have a tight grasp on the gun. Eh, funny how unlikely for you to shoot someone at this- [10 rounds from the automatic firearm pierce through the abdomen] W-What… the… ugh… ha…?" The misguided, wounded man fell backward on the ground and the rest of the fruit gatherers view the incident in shock.

"Subject sustained critical damage. Probability of death is 95 percent," stated the programmed cyborg.

"Good lord, how on earth did-?" one wondered prior to an unexpected appearance of a 'metal alien.'

"Well… that went pitiful," said the metallic being in the local language. Seconds later a couple more came to the scene as well as some modified humans with mindless, empty expressions and armed guns.

"This doesn't look good sir... what are our options now?" A coworker asked his local leader, fully conscious and upright, for valid directions on the event unfolding. No one have yet to make a move for some time until the injured earthling made an effort to speak despite the tremendous blood loss.

"Hey… who the hell… are you… people? And… Rabolo… why did… you… opened… fire on… me? You… don't… norma-" Bakaiguah just stopped and become lifeless. One of the clearly bipedal 'robot' walk to the body and check for any sign of life:

It's negative.

"Jesus, this clueless guy died without know the fate of his brother," commented the synthetic intruder who turn his attention to the group. "I bet you peasants want to know what we did to these heavy drug users, yes?"

"I… guess so. Do you... know how?" Nadjii hesitantly responded.

"In all honesty, the sickened people did it themselves. Their high use of narcotics had permanently damaged their own thought processes or uh… 'souls' in their heads even before our arrival. We could just let them die like that, us do mercy killing on the addicted, or help them recover as much as we could."

"Wait… you could have help us?"

A short moment of silence before a reply. "What do you think peaceful interventions would lead to? World peace? New friendships? Better societies? Or would those options actually result in more debaucheries, naivety, hubris, lies, and other wicked deeds you humans ignored for centuries?!"

"Uh-wha-hold on! You seriously think that we would descend to absolute barbarities if given a peace offer?"

"That possible outcome was very likely ever since we set foot on your country and saw all sorts of significant problems such as man-made degradations on your environments, unchecked criminality, and massive corruptions within your government and industries that only benefits the few on top rather than the unfortunate rest of the people like you."

One upset laborer said, "Is that it… the reason that many of our friends and families were killed was because of all the desolation you foreigners saw that were out of our hands?!"

"Ugh… look, as terrible as our assaults were on your nation; they served well as warnings/reminders of your fragile consumer societies, failed responsibilities to make a better place for all forms of life on this planet, and the necessities to find effective solutions not blinded by egotism. Thus in accordance to add insults on your stagnant efforts to heal the addicts, we injected nano-machines inside those brain-dead junkies; which later transformed them into killer… 'robots' under our control with ease."

"Ah-wha-what?!" The local leader was confused by that science fiction word. "Why is that so?"

"Well sir… once inside the self-desecrated mortals, the nano-sized devices self-replicate exponentially and convert much of the organic materials inside their own bodies into different matters more suited for combat. And that includes remnants of the users' brains being replaced with computerized systems programmed to obey our orders and fight without emotions, thoughts, memories, pains, and other attributes you humans took for granted. Compare that to artificial intelligence like us whose computing powers are above those puppets and even your species' level as a collective group."

"Artificial… uh-wait a minute, does that means that all of you here are nothing more than machines?"

"You're… kidding, right? 'Cause if we're just simply machines, then it would not be so easy for us to annihilate hostile mobs of fanatics many days earlier… or completely defeat a whole company of your country's police officers and military soldiers; which actually happened at the other side of this plantation several minutes ago."

A moment of silence until the same native spoke up. "Did we really heard from you that you guys had drawn blood from our army today?"

"Hate say this but yes; we did decimated the Indonesian military's retaliatory strikes on our platoon for this night."

"Retaliatory… eh, hold on? Why are both of us talking to each other like this? You umm… 'aliens' haven't made any conversation toward us since your arrival; only destruction on your part."

"Huh, you actually notice this circumstance. Hmm… do you think anyone will believe in our dialogues if words get out?"

The human group, still standing on the same spots and being aimed by the mind-wiped earthlings, were confused and lost for words by the inquiry. Nadjii soon asked, "How about... your own guess for that question?"

"Well in that case, we suspect arrogant people living on this country to be skeptical about these strange discussions without a doubt."

"Are you so certain on the answer?"

"We definitely think so, but that's up to you and your group to decide on the options to reveal what has happened or not." More confusions and silence among the natives followed until the synthetic speaker recognize something. "Oh right, you locals were wondering why the military forces of Indonesia attempted to fight back at us recently? Quite frankly, our black-ops battalion had given sufficient difficulties at a constant rate for them to adapt in terms of economics and logistics for the past months; considering their primary power sources in the form of nonrenewable fossil fuels and their budgets connected to controversial businesses that left behind desolation on even your homeland. Having said that, they didn't took the widespread situations seriously until a separate squad from our forces butchered a very corrupt official who had multiple relationships with the Indonesian armed forces over a week ago."

A different worker from the local party remembered, "Hey wait… are you talking about the gruesome death of Sumarko Bwaya that was heard nine days ago in the news?"

"Yeah… that's the correct name for the assassinated target. Still, we sort of wished that the armed forces should continue focus on self-sustainable development and cleaning up corruptions; instead of counterattacks in response to the gory execution."

The leading native replied, "With all due respect, I don't think many in the military or the public would remain silent on such barbaric killing no matter how amoral that victim might be and after experiencing massacres for a long time. Apart from a possible downfall of our military, you uh… 'people' may have overlooked our allies outside of Indonesia that are capable of both helping us and fighting your forces here."

"Eh… good luck on them to try that approach if they're not kept busy by other groups of our corps all across the Pacific Rim."

"Uh… a corps?"

"Forty thousand heavily armed operators creating disruptions in the United States of America, People's Republic of China, Russian Federation, Australia, Cambodia, Philippines, Taiwan, Vietnam, Thailand, Mexico, Colombia, Canada, and other countries on lands connecting to the vast Pacific Ocean."

"Forty… thousand… against that large number of states and three world powers?!"

"That's affirmative. If we exclude the numerous combat pets, airborne drones, and the converted robots that accompanied us."

"Combat… pets… like what?" Nadjii asked before hearing the screeches and squawks of unknown animals, follow by the sounds of bullet fire, and the screams and cries of panic humans in the direction of where the now-alerted native group came through.

"Unfortunately, that's confidential; as well as where we came from. Anyhow, it is almost time for you guys to grab your supplies and get out of this area for two months," said the artificial person now supported with more metallic 'humanoids' and nano-modified people arriving at the site (including one that used to be a woman).

The nine remaining humans reluctantly agreed as they grab their bags of palm fruits and then move out toward the same vegetated route they came. After some time walking along the path, the natives spotted a ghastly scene of eighteen dead men being eaten by packs of… dinosaurs? In actuality, the creatures are more like 4-foot tall birds with feathered tails, two feather-covered arms with four clawed fingers in each hand, and jaws lined with serrated teeth instead of beaks. Dispersed items on the same site includes pistols, sub-machine guns, shotguns, rifles, and other types of firearms once belonging to the former owners. One person from the group quietly asked, "How did these poor souls got their hands on that many guns?"

The local leader answered, "I really don't know. I'm more concerned with getting back home intact than their identities. Let's get out of here." The party travel carefully around the area. One of the feathered dinosaurs did see the earthlings on the move but surprising, it just shrugged the sight and continue eating one of the corpses. Same goes for the other feathered creatures even after the humans passed the gory site.

"Huh… guess we can draw in the comfort that the big guys from China, Russia, and America are suffering too. Isn't that right sir?"

"Please, let's just go back to our people." Without incident, the natives managed to head towards their homes…

Minus the knowledge of a concealed synthetic operative in command of the 'raptor' packs and the bodies' recognition as criminals in service to the Triads (who were prepared to intercept any gathering group for the lucrative product by force if necessary).

And let's not forget about one hidden, special-ops soldier that listened to the whole conversation… and then learn the fact that the robotic intruders are fully aware of his presence all this time and they wonder if his military are going to fight again or not.

A couple of days later in an intruding cattle ranch bordering the Amazon rainforest.…

A man wakes up from his bed as the sun rises in the morning and shine on the family house of the ranch complex. Sounds so picturesque if ignoring the reality that the pastures were once rainforests of the Amazon basin many months ago before being cut down and burned for grasses that livestocks like cattle can eat - which in turn being raised and processed for the growing and voracious appetite for energy-intensive meat worldwide (With beef as a symbolic example). Consequently, the under-pressured ecosystem surrounded by encroaching logging, mining, and agriculture industries slowly loses its abilities to absorb more carbon dioxide gases and regulate the delicate rain cycles as old-growth trees continue to dwindle by human hands. To make things much harder to recover, the cows in the hundreds of thousands emitted the more potent methane gases almost nonstop into the atmosphere.

Right now though, the rancher is more focus on keeping the domesticated ruminants well-fed until the time to transport them to the slaughterhouse comes. He did heard about new methods and technologies available and in development to reduce the environmental footprints of every cattle ranch on Earth, but the cattleman feels skeptical about the importance of minimizing climate change damage than lifting his wife, children, and himself to a higher standard of living. As the man get ready to go outside, he heard several poof sounds and turn his head toward where his herds of cows are currently in placed. Still being calm, the rancher walk to the outdoors and have two of his employees travel with him to check the animals.

It didn't look pretty when they arrived at the location… to see over 300 cattle dead on the ground with big, burned slices along the horizontal halves of the adults while the calves had either burned holes in their skulls or cauterized decapitations of the young animals' heads. "Oh good lord, who could have done this terrible act onto the poor things?" questioned the ranch manager in horror as the men look closer at the carnage.

To add more to the fright, they subsequently find a body nearby that was actually one of their workers… now riddled with bullet holes. Unluckily however, the ranchers are killed off swiftly in the back by multiple plasma projectiles fired from three camouflaged attackers. Among the cloaked assailants is the active leader of a mechanical platoon surrounding the farm compound.

"All platoon units, initiate termination on all selected targets at once!"

With that command, the robotic troops come out of hiding and begin firing energy projectiles and particle beams at all personnel at the estate: men, women, and even children. Many are mown down in the relentless volley while more of the panicked staff go inside the buildings to find cover. But alas, the gunfires very often pierce through the protections both thin and thick; and the combatants always locate and destroy the rest of the residents in cold blood — even on those begging and crying for mercy. At the same time, the black-ops operatives eliminate the remaining cattle regardless of age.

"Objective completed, sir. No survivors, but should we proceed to salvage viable reproductive cells?"

"Negative, let the dead bodies rot to nothingness. Platoon, move on to the next area to evaluate."

Hours goes by since the covert group left the seemingly, lifeless ranch and now into the late afternoon; the fading sunlight shining on the ground now filled with decaying bodies of animals and people, which attracted scavengers like the native vultures and flies. Also arriving at the site by foot is a woman wearing a hooded poncho, backpack, and a bolt-action rifle with a leather strap on the individual's right shoulder. As she enters the area step by step, the individual steadily turn her head left and right to gaze at the unkind aftermath with a sense of unhappiness — along with crossing in prayer.

"Rest in peace, everyone."

{electronic buzz}

"...criminal investigators continued their search for answers and details on the gruesome ends of all the twenty cattle ranches' families and staff. The losses of over 8,000 livestocks across the Western Hemisphere has begun to affect the price of beef in many food markets of the Americas, including the United States..."

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"...funds had been allocated for the commercialization of artificial meat within several biotech facilities in response to continual decline of..."

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"...eyewitness reports of unknown intruders in cloaks kept on circulating into the growing records of law enforcement agencies across the Pacific Rim. At the same time period, groups of unknown creatures that resembled feathered dinosaurs are spotted near the..."

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"...an infamous drug lord was found dead and in pieces that were lying on the floor of a family mansion within an urban area. Sadly, all of his bodyguards and even the entire family are found murdered in the same manner as..."

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"...ten large explosions were heard across the vast border zone of Mexico and America that demolished the finished concrete sections of the controversial border wall under construction. The U.S. Department of Homeland Security has made efforts to..."

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"...wood product values continued to climb as dozens of timber companies struggled to illegally retrieve more sawed tree logs from vulnerable, nearby forest systems; as well as casualties of loggers said to be caused by attacks..."

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"...footage from a camcorder trap of a wildlife expedition in Cambodia revealed more of how the discovered poacher's body was torn apart. The perpetrator of this horrible act looked like a person in camouflaged armor and had the strength to rip out a hand with ease. In addition, the poacher's plea for mercy was ignored..."

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"...chemical manufacturing plants in both U.S. and China had just claim to experienced multiple sabotages by heavily armed trespassers who somehow bypassed the facilities' security zones. Despite of them being recorded to dump massive amount of toxic wastes in rivers used by the public for drinking water and recreations in a 30-year-period, the factories remain..."

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"...software engineers identified today not just one but forty different computer viruses inside the financial networks of Wall Street and other stock markets worldwide. Experts advised that these invasive programs are unbelievably adaptable against the latest anti-virus software and capable of actually reallocate stock values and digital funding to..."

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"...oil prices are now $8.00 per gallon in much of the gas stations from the Americas to the Asian nations near the Pacific and even in Australia. The major oil corporations stated that the difficulties to provide such material were..."

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"...investments from oil companies were committed to advance the synthetic production of petroleum, whether it would be artificial photosynthesis or genetically modified algae on a massive scale. The corporate entities will also hire more scientists to help..."

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"...specialized police units stormed the locations of a discovered terrorist cell, only to find ripped-out body parts all over the targeted sites. These manners of torturous death eerily matches the fate of previous victims associated..."

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"...repeated assaults on the solid barriers of the U.S.-Mexico borders had raised uproars and doubts on the validity of these immigration walls. Billions of taxpayers' dollars were poured in the constructions and repairs of such ambitious project on border security, and yet these huge fabrications were destroyed in a matter of minutes. Residues of the destruction indicated a diverse array of weapons ranging from high-yielded explosives to even an unknown form of acoustic..."

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"...more of the power substations connected to electric grids across the Pacific countries are out-of-commissioned. The technicians working in one facility tell us that the transformers and other essential components were completely burnt out. The intelligence agents who came there noticed similarities with previous electrical substations that had been shut down almost seven months..."

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"...emergency protocols had been established in much of the sovereign nations of the Pacific Rim to effectively rebuild their infrastructures and economies. The technologies being used to help bring back power to the public includes better solar panels, wind turbines, nuclear reactors, desalination plants, and..."

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"...recovered bodies of teenage boys presented physical evidences of them being eaten alive by unidentified animals. Half of the townspeople and their kids had mixed feelings about their final fates since these teenagers did show constant bullying behaviors in..."

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"...park rangers of the Democratic Republic of Congo began to recover bodies from a discovered campsite associated with illegal activities inside the Congo Basin. What's more, the tools related to criminal actions like animal traps and chainsaws are all damaged beyond repair..."

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Over six months afterwards at Alnus Base

(Sometimes designated as Fort Gondor, Camp Arnus, Fort Gate, Camp Omega, Temple Base, Asshole Fortress or Rear End of the Fantasy World — as a stupid joke by someone due to the native name rhyming with an anatomical part, etc.)...

'Hmm… blue skies, grassy plains and hills, and some forests. Oh wait, almost forgot about the trench lines, minefields, barbed wires, and bunkers. What a nice view to see from our little, separate fort… for over nine months. Well, 9 months and 16 days to be exact.' Private Preston Marlowe looked at the peaceful scenery while carrying his assault rifle and standing on one fortified wall of the medium-sized hexagonal camp… with an uninterested face. Though he can barely see one of the eight forward outposts that circled around the six-pointed star-shaped main fortress almost two miles away (as well as the other five encampments being a hundred yards away from the primary base in a circular pattern aligning with the spaces between the star points).

'So let's recap on what has happened during that period. After our forces obliterated the massive counterattack from the enemy on the first day, we proceeded to establish a defensive perimeter around the magic gate one and a third mile in diameter. Eleven days and a couple more divisions later, the military fortifications were completed and the coalition waited for any major offensive by the primitive opponents.

The next day… nothing.

Several days later: still waiting.

And so we waited some more.

And waited.

Over one month into the expedition came the engineers who constructed a more permanent bedrock for a bigger stronghold that would accommodate the JSDF, US military, and their allies from other nations of Earth; which includes Russia — whenever their expeditionary units were ready to go. Even when the fabrication started, the adversary haven't yet appeared in our observations.

Thus, we continued to wait.

And waited.

An-... oh yeah, B-Company did met our Japanese counterparts and other allied soldiers after the trench-works; as well as doing our best to train each other for better behaviors during the waiting game. Without the hazmat uniforms for 'Bad' Company, of course. They're fine people alright, although some got very cautious about a number of our umm… livelier personnel due to having unusual uh… 'experiences' from a couple of incidents associated with us. On the other hand, most of coalition forces stayed within the large occupied zone surrounding this magical portal. The exceptions were the special elite troops who initiated their covert operations to gather information on the new world, sabotage enemy infrastructures behind the front-lines, test the latest techs for similar undercover activities, and rescue civilians rumored to had been kidnapped by the barbaric opposition during the Ginza Incident. Despite not knowing their names, we wished them luck on the latter.

Anyway though, construction of the airfields began on the third month — along with helicopters and airplanes arriving thru the gate. Meanwhile, our combat group continued to be monitored for any symptoms associated with unknown diseases. Unsurprisingly, the enemy didn't showed up.

Another month came by and the result was still the same: no hostile legions being spotted. However, the high command decided to build six more camps around the main base for additional deterrents. One garrison in particular was selected for B-Company only.

Which brings us to the present day: new outposts, several captured uh... magicians, fourteen rescued captives,... no enemy army showed up,... and we're all still waiting for an attempt. Including the Russians that arrived just days ago. Oh wait... there also the issues of pests like rats, mice, ants, spiders, and even raccoons that somehow sneaked thru the 'Gate' despite the securities back in Tokyo. Now then, it would have been better for Bad Company to receive at least a rotation order like everyone else had done and probably be redeployed somewhere else back on Earth; with considerations that all personnel are clear to move freely without hazmat suits two weeks ago and all the bad shits that we were given from the news channels. Nevertheless, the top brass insisted on us to finish our current deployment that was added by one month after recent scrutinies on the related circumstances.

Making the duration a total of 13 months.

And that… made us bored.'

Few minutes later, the private descend to the base floor by stairs and then take a walk throughout the walled encampment that has its own barracks, motor pools, helipads, armories, and so on. Just as he reached one of the motor pool buildings, Marlowe then heard sounds of incoming vehicles and turn his head toward the main entrance gate now opening. Out comes an unarmed U.S. Humvee and a JSDF Mitsubishi Type 73 light truck en route to that location. Once the vehicles parked at their destination, the drivers and passengers exit out revealing some familiar faces.

"Kon'nichiwa, Private Marlowe! How are you feeling today?" said Lieutenant Youji Itami.

"Well lieutenant, it's just the same as yesterday and the previous days for the last nine months. So what brings you here sir?" Preston responded in a somewhat neutral tone.

"Just decided to check up on you Americans here. And relax, you had plenty of time to do things other than just waiting for combat."

'That LT is Youji Itami: Japanese 'Hero of Ginza.' He's an okay soldier.'

Shino intervened, "Sore wa, shumi no tame ni mainichi iyana zairyō o yon dari mi tari shite imasu ka?!"

Itami sighed, "Shinono shikan, sono kudan ni tsuite anata ga yurumeru jikan ga arimasu ka?"

"Taida ni chokumen shita toki ni, gunji rūchin o ushinau koto wa hotondo arimasen!"

'Unless you're one of many people not very tolerance of him being a heavy consumer of manga and anime products or in Japanese: otaku. Like Miss Shino Kuribayashi over there and even some of the top military officials from his country's self-defense forces.'

As an argument devolve from there, a female Chicana personnel from the Humvee walk to the scene facing the U.S. Army private. "Need something, ma'am?"

"Si, can you tell me where Sergeant Samuel Redford is positioned right now?" She asked.

"Looking for me, miss?" replied the Sarge just arriving at the site.

The lady saluted to him. "Specialist Mirenda Rios here to notify you of a briefing from General Braidwood, señor."

"Thanks for informing me, Rios." Samuel thought a question to ask. "How soon do I need to get there?"

"I would say 20 minutes from now, but Braidwood preferred you to be in his office sooner than that."

"Acknowledged, I'll be on the way."

"Sarge, do you want the squad to accompany you?" Preston wanted to know.

"Eh, that might not be necessary at this point," said Redford.

Kuribayashi interrupted and saluted, "Greetings to see you, Sergeant Redford, sir!"

"Uh… do you really have to say that Miss Kuribayashi? I'm not as important as a goddamn emperor."

"Sorry Sarge, but I think you should receive more respect than otaku losers!"

"Oh wow! That's quite honorable for Miss Cow-Teets-for-Brain to say!" exclaimed a Corporal Johnny Gat wearing his rectangular sunglasses and standing next to the vehicle building (and a shack hidden out of sight).

"What did you just say to me?" Shino growled at the former gangster-turn-soldier.

"Corporal Gat, I truly suggest you to apologize her for that inappropriate behavior before I make an abuse report toward high command!" ordered Redford who was displeased by such conducts.

"Alright, alright then. My sincere regrets for saying such remarks to you Sergeant... Balloon-Chest Dolly."

'Boy, that is quite abrasive for Johnny to say toward Kuribayashi.'

"RAAAAGH! That is it, you gaijin street rat!" The female soldier aggressively walk in the direction of the Asian-American who stroll away with a smirk in return. The Sarge and the others grumble and sigh at the scene. As both participants run, an explosion occur at the concealed shack next to the motor pool structure. The blast knock Shino toward the pavement with her back as she was closer to the source than Johnny. The JSDF woman survive but left unconscious.

The US soldiers of the encampment heard the erupted sound and move toward the fuming site with their weapons ready, while the JSDF visitors get the downed sergeant toward a safe area. Outside, the entire military perimeter is put on high alert. As Preston, Sarge, and several personnel have gotten into position, the shack door opened and out came four soldiers that trip over each other to getaway from the smog. The last two stumbling out are Haggard and Sanford passing through the other culprits before folding down and coughing. Some of the converging soldiers relaxed a little, including Private Marlowe.

"Tarnation [cough two times], that didn't work," said the redneck.

"Haggard! Sanford! What the hell just happened over here?" the African-American demanded.

"Well Sarge [cough two more], I was just show- [ahua], showing these boys and Sanford here [a burp], ugh, a special technique for combat. [More coughing] Didn't go as planned though. Bleah."

"Yeah, just like that." said Bobby as both he and George start coughing again. Samuel ignore them and stride into the makeshift building for a closer look. The Texan nonchalantly move away in secret until confronting a suspicious and irritated Japanese lady who just woken up rather quickly.

"What on earth are you walking away from, Haggard?" Kuribayashi asked with her eyes squinting at him.

"Well ma'am, uh... it isn't like I have something to hide fr-"

"HAAAGGAAARD!" shouted Redford as he move out of the shack toward the redneck in an angry state. "Am I seeing what I think you two are doing?!"

Facing his sergeant and able to ordinarily respire again, Haggard paused before saying a response. "Okay, you're not seeing what you think we're doing."

Shino back away a bit and snicker at the situation as the sarge got madder at that answer and then right at George's face.

"What gave you the bright idea of brewing moonshine on a military base?!" Redford's statement made every soldier loosen up in the locality (as well as causing a few to inquisitively look at the damaged structure). Youji tell his translation of the bewildering incident to the other two JSDF passengers (who are Takeo Kurata and Soichiro Kuwahara), which they let out a weary expression.

"Katsute anata no yōna shikan kōho-sei o kunren suru shigoto wa jikan ga kakaru to omotte imashita." stated the older man known as 'Demon Sergeant' who take a view at the American officer yelling on the four men involved in illegal alcohol making.

'I don't think any drill instructor can fix their bad habits at this point,' conjectured by Takeo in his mind.

In the meantime, the JSDF lieutenant return to the front passenger seat of the light truck in a gloomy position where he contemplating on the off-duty actions of the 222nd Armored Battalion B-Company: including a strong memory in which Haggard detonated a collection of otaku materials like manga and anime DVDs with C-4 explosives... very close to his hiding spot during a tracking training exercise when Itami was the target. He was almost nowhere to be found but unfortunately, the Bravo One Charlie squad was picked as the trackers for the practice. When they couldn't find him, Private George Gordon Haggard decided to separate from the team and grab as much otaku materials from every Japanese personnel as possible (Youji's manga and anime stuff included regardless of them being indoor or in the open) for their explosive demise. Many people on the military zone chagrined at the unprofessional antics of this pyromaniac; even in the U.S. military leadership.

Preston looked at the sobered person and proceed ask a simple question, "You feeling alright, sir?"

"Well, I may need to rest for some time whenever unexpected things like this happened. Oi, I sure hope you find something to do other than blowing things up."

"Noted."

'Hmm, not sure if Haggard was truly at fault with this. 'Cause when Bad Company get bored, things eh... tend to happen.'

Afterwards, Samuel Redford communicate the radio command control to clarify the blast as a false alarm and cancel the alert; along with the mess that the guilty party had to clean up. "Now the need to find and talk with that Corporal Gat on etiquette."

Somewhere on the Pacific Ocean of Earth

A commercial fishing trawler propel itself through the oceanic water toward a predicted location where there should be large congregations of their highly prized fish species; despite their endangered status and the area being very close to an off-limit fishing zone. Weeks ago, these swimming vertebrates managed to multiple in numbers albeit slowly thanks to fewer amount of ships capable of catching them in bulks. Why's that less?

Over a year ago in human rumors, fishing vessels started to be captured and cut off from communication networks by the intentions of unknown assailants that boarded them superficially out of nowhere. The disappeared ships often reappeared stranded on islands, beaches, and other different landing sites belonging to many countries bordering the Pacific Rim - usually without any of the original crew being alive and definitely no trace of the attackers. Several months later, more commercial vessels for the fishing industries were attacked while being docked in port; even as far as those located along the Atlantic coastlines of the Americas. The numerous assaults ranged from detonated bombs to electromagnetic overloads that burned out the essential electronics. Fishermen and criminals worldwide who were so angry at the violations gather as many fighters and armaments as they could and then launch retaliations on these hidden perpetrators. Only to came back in shambles and with heavy loss from gunfire, bomb traps, rockets, and even laser-like weaponry. The sporadic raids continued on regardless of naval interference until a couple of months ago, when they mysteriously stopped. Cautiously, the people of the fishing business rebuild the vessels. A growing number of fishermen had installed new techniques and tools that would make catching fish more sustainable than before. Quite frankly, the commercial ships that were untouched had practiced such ocean-friendly methods for many months or years. Even so, there still plenty of boats that hasn't changed their technologies for the better (meaning that the usual commercial tools can grab a high payload of fishes but harmfully damage the number of catches for future generations, populations of non-targeted species due to by-catches, and the underwater ecosystems that reinforce such ample supply of life in return).

At the moment, the fishing trawler is traveling closer to the presume site; though the crew did spotted dozens of ships that seemed to move toward the anticipated location despite the heavy clouds in the sky. Upon inspection in a shorter distance, the commercial vessels all come in various shapes and sizes and being crewed by different nationalities; whether each boat would be Chinese, Taiwanese, Filipino, Japanese, Russian, Australian, American, or other country of origins. And load and behold, thousands of those slow-maturing animals are sighted below the water surface. Everyone on all the fishing ships quickly prepare their catching methods when the engines, navigational systems, light bulbs, and other devices die out suddenly. Every boat crew is mystified by the circumstance and then see the schools of fishes disperse from the area. As they figure out the unknown cause of this mass disruption, the fishermen then heard big rumbling sounds coming from the sea - including bellows and songs similar to the audio of whales. Next to appear are many luminescent spots arranged in rows or columns that changes from yellow to orange to blue to violet to green to red and so on. More notable are two sets of 'eyes' centered within the front section of these elongated patterns of lights on the move. Judging by the size and distance, the phenomenon is estimated to be a thousand feet long — way longer than the blue whale. After some time, the bright arrangements begin to go deeper and deeper into the oceanic abyss. Presuming to be gone for good, the fishing teams went back trying to fix the problems. A minute into the aquatic scenery however, the same bellowing and singing are heard again but progressively gets louder and closer to the immobile fleet with every seconds.

At that moment, a huge armored entity rise out of the water with great speed near the middle of the boats; taking several of them high above the ocean. While much of its body is in the air, two giant clawed arms spread out that made this 'creature' reminiscent of a titanic lobster or scorpion without the legs and antennas. Panic on the ships takes over as gravity brings the massive 'monster' down onto the large collection of commercial vessels. The resulting splash devastates a significant number of them and the rest frantically trying to start the engines. Yet the efforts are futile as the gigantic object sank the remaining vehicles thru its enormous claws or sheer mass, leaving behind floating pieces of shipwrecks. With every boat all destroyed, the blue-green colored entity submerge and slowly disappear into the deep blue sea. The survivors swim to the nearest floating piles of debris to stay out of the water and later think about what just happened and how to get back on land.

Very soon however, they witness multiple objects slowly rising from the depths below. A dozen are more than two thousand feet long and shaped like enormous battleship-aircraft carrier hybrids with stealth characteristics (two or three bridges within the command/island deck located in the mid-section of the wide-expansive flight deck, along with hidden armaments of heavy-caliber cannon turrets, smaller AA guns, and missile launchers both above and below; 4 thick-armored hangers below the top runways and each two next to the central command structure; many autocannons attached to the broadsides protecting the four elongated hangers; four powerful thrust engines in the rear and four anti-gravity propulsion close to the underneath hull for each 'carrier' now floating in the skies). Escorting those 'flagships' are 72 slightly smaller 'destroyers' arranged in a formation not unlike a carrier battle group (Six per 'carrier' ship). The other 120 floating objects at present are a mixture of large, gun-less 'transports' and 'frigates' covered in cannon and missile turrets. The remaining crews are shocked at such a tremendous sight. After a minute, the unidentified flying objects start moving in the direction of both North and South Americas.

One quarter of this 'alien' fleet heads for the debatable U.S.-Mexico borders while under optical camouflage.

Around the same time inside a JSDF building...

"A survey mission you say, Major Higaki? Well that sounds a very nice ride to-"

"Don't give me that slacker bullshit! You're selected for this task too for your information!" clarified the Japanese major.

"So uh... do I have to complete it on my own?" asked the otaku lieutenant.

"Eh... seriously? What made you think that we wanted to do it unprepared, dummy? The plan is to send six teams for deep reconnaissance and intelligence gathering, each composed of Self-Defense Force personnel and our international allies. In other words, your squad will be attached to units of the coalition to complete one of these operations... without screwing it up! And so, you better make sure to cooperate and form friendly relationships with local residents whenever possible."

"Well uh, I guess you're right about that."

"Very well then! First Lieutenant Itami Youji, I hereby grant you command of the third recon team!"

Youji sighed at the order and later walk out of the building. He did had a thought of something but he shrugged it. "Eh, let's not worry about who my squad would team up with for some time now! I'll bet they'll be nice fellows to talk about."

Within General Braidwood's office meanwhile...

"Let me get this straight with all due respect, General. You order my team of the most rambunctious soldiers of the entire United States military to scout around and win the 'hearts and minds' of the local inhabitants while being attached to coalition allies; without somehow triggering another war by mistake. Is that correct, sir?" Redford is dumbstruck at the somewhat ridiculous command while also having Haggard, Gat, and Sanford stand together in the same room. Near the door however, is Mirenda standing straight.

Braidwood sighed, "It is what it is, sergeant. As of now, your unit will received armored hazmat uniforms for this outdoor mission. Additionally, Bravo One Charlie will meet up with the third recon group on a predetermined area by tomorrow's morning."

"Out of curiosity sir, but who's leading this recon team?"

"Quite frankly soldier, I wasn't given the name of the leader as of today. Still, you boys shall arrival at the location whatsoever. As for better communication with the native populous, Specialist Mirenda Rios will be temporary assigned to B-Company for four months under your charge, Sergeant Redford."

The female personnel replied in confusion, "Uh... general, are you certain of me to join 'Bad Company' sir?"

"Well ma'am, you did manage to hide your ability in 'collecting' items up to this point. Now then lady and gentlemen, dismissed!"

Flashback — somewhere in a town of the Pandoran Continent

A person covered in a ragged cloak and wearing a black bandana mask arrived at a makeshift town in a layout close to that found in 'Wild West or Frontier' habitations; if excluding the presence of the humans and humanoids living there for over a millennium since the Orkish invasions. This individual continued walking toward the saloon where travelers come by and talk about many topics related to this land, the rest of the planet, and/or even the entire galaxy mostly dominated by the Eldar civilizations; while also picking up thoughts coming from the inhabitants' minds and carrying a small bag of money coins underneath the outdoor covering. As the figure got closer, the entity telepathically caught words of interest about a magical portal in Falmarius (sometimes called Falmart or Sandera after the most 'dominant' empire of the magical landscape... or was it Sadera? Whatever then).

"So where does this mysterious portal on this Alnus Hill leads to?" questioned the 'native' human sitting at a round table.

"Well... from what heard from my synthetic friend here, the inter-dimensional doorway had open up on a place called Tokyo," the Eldar adventurer on a chair answered.

"Toh-kee-yoh? So then, how can I picture that word?"

"Hmm... you could start with a building made out of concrete or other ceramic materials. Accompanied by many taller ones that are about dozens of floors high. Other structures are as tall as a mountain or as big and wide as a sport coliseum. Their purposes can range from being places to live in to expansive markets for selling and buying; along with different buildings designed for the city leaders to govern."

"A city you say? So what else did your pal told you about this Toh-kee-yoh?"

The cybernetic visitor intervened, "That the entire city was built and maintained by humans without supernatural magic. And let's be clear about something: you'll find no chances of meeting elves, eldar, dwarves, orks, draconians, verans, felinoids, wolvenoids, or any kinds of humanoids other than imaginary stories read by human children. Same goes for magical creatures like dragons or griffons despite the vast amount of species living on that planet."

"Only humans over there? Well uh um... "

"Organically speaking, they're very compatible — or more accurate to say identical — to the humans living on this world such as yourself, my man. Aside from the Nipponese overall population having black hair and slanted eyelids."

"Oookay... that part sounded like a big difference to me."

"Actually though, that is just one of many differences founded in hundreds of diverse human cultures and nations on that Earth such as skin colors, hair styles, metabolism, and so on. That being said however, those physical traits still constitute a very small fraction of who they are in a biological sense."

"Huh... do every man and woman understand all of this uh... revelation?"

"Not everyone, unfortunately." The cyborg stop for a while and have his back resting on the chair.

The eldar continue speaking, "From the information that my people were given recently, there said to be thousands upon thousands of humanity still committing brutal acts of violence against their own fellow species; whether it be out of desperation, psychological torment, absolute power, or higher fanaticism in the name of religions. But that is just one of many problems plaguing the entire human race and the diverse environments that kept them alive."

"Like... what kinds of problems?" the Pandoran human asked.

"I'm talking toxic waste pollution, financial corruptions, self-denial of actual facts, and other critical issues that these... people... uh..." Before finishing the sentence, the advanced elf sense a powerful but familiar character just outside the saloon who then opens the front door and into the big room of tables and a bar counter.

Several eyes lock onto this hooded individual with either curiosity or caution.

"So, what can I get for you?" quizzed the bartender.

"A cup of pear cider sounds good; or alcoholic apple if you don't mind," the person spoke in a feminine and non-distorted voice. Almost everyone in the indoor space were a bit surprised by either the female sound or the identity that was revealed when hearing the audio signature. Especially for the number of Terran and Eldar guests inside.

"Fine with me, miss." the employee replied.

Soon, she grab a chair near the table of the current conversation and sit between the cybernetic being and the Eldar wanderer (exposing her right arm wrapped in ragged cloth... and some 'skins'). "Go on now, what was it about this humanity's mess on the other side of this space-time opening?"

The techno-organic decided to talk. "As he was saying, these parallel humans had created themselves a serious global situation brought on by greed, lies, hate, negligence, dangerous ambitions, and other insane acts being out-of-control. Any more missteps at the wrong time will certainly bring in more devastating disasters exacerbated by their own undoings, if not an outright mass-extinction event of all life on that lonely blue dot in a cosmic ocean."

"In other words, they're getting closer to destroy themselves unless the people as a whole can change their lifestyles for the better."

"Preferably without delays. But from what I heard from our military organization, they are sending in a full corps of asymmetric operatives to the island country of Nippon."

"Wait just a minute," she caught on the military action with some concerns. "Why not send diplomatic envoys instead of a high-tech guerilla army?"

"Can you really expect every human being on that alternate Earth to repair their only home or be genuinely kind to all men, women, and children after we peacefully pointed out the incoming dangers that they artificially made? Considering the unpunished fallacies and bigotries that had been going on there for over a century, we concluded that millions of the people will still conduct volatile violations for their own short-benefits; regardless of the dreadful consequences on their neighbors and ecosystems that allows complex organisms to exist and thrive. Thus, one of several jobs for this corps is to assess the damage of the situation and give the appropriate activities and warnings on the offenders."

The lady gives a suspicious look as she think about the statement. "Fine, fine. Do whatever you want with such discoveries. It's not like the first time you guys meddled with great 'success' such as this living, breathing example over here." The female individual pointed her right thumb toward herself while closing her eyes (indicating who the woman was to both visitors).

"Here is your pear-apple cider mixture, madam." A barmaid handed the mug of mixed drink on the table.

The recipient just stare at the cup and turn her head towards the bartender... and back to the more expensive beverage. "Oookay... eh, whatever. This will do." She put down her mask to take a small gulp of the drink, which reveals her 'human' face aside from her hair.

"That would be 24 credits or 12 silver coins, please."

The customer take out the coin bag onto the table and retrieve 12 silver coins from it, though they do bear Imperial markings. "Here you go miss." The cloaked lady put the coins on the palm of the worker's hand.

"So... anything else about this uh, Nippon?" quizzed the human who was a bit left out.

The synthetic terran answered, "Yes, the country is also called Japan in a certain language. What's more, the calendars being used over there are practically identical to those in our original universe."

"Then what is the time period when that portal opened to this foreign land?" the female character questioned.

"To be frank, this parallel world is around a couple of decades into the 21st Century of the Anno Domini calendar or Common Era for a more neutral notation. Which is thousands of years backward from where our actual home universe is currently at."

"Hold on, does that makes us time travelers to the past?"

"It would had been so, if not for their history being different from ours."

"How different are the-?"

The eldar adventurer intervened, "Ryona, you will have plenty of time finding additional information from the recent Terran databases about these historical deviations; if you decided to join this latest surveillance operation near the dimensional tear."

The broad gave some thoughts about that. "Hmm... on the contrary, I would rather go there all by myself than joining in the spying club. Unless you allow me to wear the latest nano-enhanced combat suits available on my choosing."

That statement got the three listeners confused. The cyborg decided to ask her carefully, "Are you willing to tell us what has happened to your last exoskeleton, Miss Matoi?"

The woman frown at the question, "No."

"Well, guess that settled the conversation," said the pointed-ear traveler.

"Yeah, no answers... no clothes for you. Alright then, see you later."

Ryona Matoi grumbled as the two started to leave, "Okay okay, you won! But we'll be walking far away from here for me to talk more."

"Do you know-?"

"Trust me," stated the beauty as she finish drinking her beverage — without any sign of alcohol intoxication. A minute afterwards, the trio walk miles away from the town and into the quiet desert.

Once there, she told them about her first encounter with a boxy, yellow robot called Claptrap (or was it Fragtrap)... who likes to talk a lot and panics sometimes. No idea how it arrived at first, but the lady nonetheless tag along with the one-wheeled droid that often danced and made jokes with little tastes while trying to locate its 'friends.' She later learn that the bot attempted to teleport two Imperial cohorts to a 'golden land of plenty' for the ill-guided sake of friendship (with the help of battle mages from the military groups in making a magical wand). Obviously, it didn't go as planned since the robot and Saderan troops were transported to a less than ideal place — which is Pandora of course. They got mad at him for taking them to an arid land of hostile creatures instead of a lush paradise; in addition to his cowardly behaviors and unpredictable outcomes from Claptrap's signature software. At one particular time, an armored skag rammed into the sentient machine that resulted in him being launched into the air and landed quite away from its original location; which was why the woman found it alone. After a few hours, the duo found a dozen legionaries being all injured at a campsite and separate from the cohorts already scattered away in smaller groups. Those soldiers got their fears up and defense positions ready when they saw her monstrous-looking set of armor that Ryona was wearing. Even so, Claptrap tried to heal them up with magic and digital programming while lacking a good sense of judgement. The lady let it slide regardless of the naivety of the act and the possibility of the warriors trying to kill her.

After a flash of light, ...nothing. Nothing happened at all and the Imperials remain injured. Could have said the same thing on a Ryona Koishna Matoi, if not for the items that were missing on her:

Combat suit, bra, panty, and even the zerg-liked hair follicles on her hair! They were all gone! (questionable on the undergarments' existence though) All turned to black ashes!

She was in a state of shock at the exposure of her entire body. To made matters worst, the yellow robot started to blabber out lewd jokes and other indecent statements about her nudity that left her embarrassingly flabbergasted. The medieval soldiers can't believe what they were seeing and began laughing at the comical scene since the imperials never thought that a beautiful woman was inside that beastly suit of armor. That hilarious moment was short-lived unfortunately, when armed bandits arrived at the area and decided to kill everyone and steal their loots. The raiders consisted of psychos, midgets, gun-wielding marauders, quad-wheeled technicals, and their 'bad-ass' versions (coined by the boxy droid who ran randomly across the battlefield while being scared as shit). Still having her high-tech sword intact though, the enraged broad sliced and stabbed at the incoming foes — which was before all the poor legionaries ended up dead. With virtually all the psychotic creeps deceased, she scavenged as much clothes, tools, and other items as needed from all the dead corpses (aside from hearing the machine's misplaced optimism and nonstop nonsense). In essence, the lady's uncomfortable interactions with it lasted for 8 months. Within that period, she had to be careful with Claptrap/Fragtrap's chaotic battle software that doesn't always digitized the appropriate action package for each situation; while also tinkering a new device inside her hidden dwellings that was capable of disabling the glitchy program and let the robot be... well, Claptrap. However, Matoi did received assistance from a 'friend' in dealing with the unpredictable bot. Once the gadget was completed, the woman firmly installed the tech onto the droid (far from her Pandoran habitat) and got the results as intended. When that's finished successfully, she then throw the machine high into the air with her recovered telekinesis at a very long distance... northwards.

The woman's reason: the robot being a big annoyance for far too long. Later on, she came to town for a break, which then lead to where the group is at the present.

"Well that's an interesting uh... explanation," said the enhanced elf feeling confused on whether to give sympathy towards the human chimera, yellow droid, or none at all.

"Yeah, and I may add 'strange' to such clarification," noted the cyborg who soon came up a request for her. "Aside from your lengthy answer, may we obtain a copy of your schematics on this restraint device you had spoke of?"

Ryona grumbled, "Hmm... whatever! Just wait here while I make haste to my hideout and back again." After ending that sentence, she ran rather quickly to her dwelling for the design sketch and weapons to bring along. By the time Matoi got back to the same area, she spotted two armed Warden dropships waiting for her. "Boy, isn't that just typical," the cloaked beauty irritably commented.

Even so, she boarded onto one of the aircraft that then took her to a large starship floating within the atmosphere. Once inside the airborne vessel, the lady looked at the selection of highly advanced combat nano-suits and armaments (as well as modifying them)... for two months. Not quite happy for Ryona to be involved with the testings of the latest weapon systems against the Falmarian gods and their apostles inside the massive ship, considering that she was designated as a 'stand-in' for the divine entities (despite herself being more potent than even them and regardless of which exoskeletons being worn). In the end however, the woman virtually defeated every one of those 'superweapons;' aside from several synthetic opponents that gave her much stronger challenges than she'd have anticipated - including a familiar 'rival' upgraded in 'angelic' complex armor. When the hovering aircraft was just miles away from the magical portal location after two months of intentionally slow travel, the human chimera picked her choices in spite of the situation and left the ship — while fall from the air to the ground unharmed. As she got nearer to the site of attention at her own pace, the dark armored beauty psychically sensed a big gathering that surrounded the holy hill. Under invisible camouflage, the woman discovered a massive construction project on top of the magic portal. It was obviously under Sanderan/Saderan jurisdictions, although she did spotted a covert platoon of special forces that slipped through the space-time opening without being seen by the Imperials (indicated by tiny optical distortion linings along the veiled cloaks that gave her their positions away with HUD). Once at the area undetected, the lady met up with the hidden observation teams who recorded the circumstances for over three months; upon which she checked thru the collected data while spying the building process simultaneously.

Fast forward two weeks, the Imperial structure was completed and accompanied by a massive army — including their camp followers — of the human empire. By then, the protective covered broad had finished analyzing the information a couple of days ago... and was feeling quite pissed on the few uncovered details. "I can't believe you guys on duty allowed these 'civilized' barbarians to kidnap unprotected civilians from their homeworld without any form of punishment on them."

"What else can we do? Directives from Terran and Eldar authorities strongly dictated us with reasons to observe the dimensional anomaly and not intervene the natives: Imperials or otherwise. As for those taken, our micro-scaled swarms nearby had already marked the captives with specific nano-scaled fluids inside for easier tracking and health monitoring. Yet they were just a tiny fraction out of the nearly 8 billion humans living on the other side," replied the overall surveillance leader in digital comm.

"Yeah, yeah, the huge population that I cannot ignore. Still, it may not be so good to just identified them as statistics." Ryona stated.

"Well regardless on what you just said, the captured people will eventually be rescued when their lives are in critical danger. As well as sending them back home once the other star-gate is completed on their dimensional reality, assuming that there are no political plans in placed."

"Oh, that sounded so heroic for AIs like you to do. Although I could say the same thing for your batshit-crazy buddies rampaging the parallel Earth on the-"

"Newsflash to all surveillance units, we spotted several mages circling the finished structure." A cloaked soldier notified everyone to see the magic-users doing... something.

"So... how long does this portal remain opened?" asked the lady.

"From the stories and speculations about this Falmarian 'Gate' at Alnus Hill, we would estimate it to be at least a year before closing. That being said however, these glory hounds appeared to be willing to go through great efforts to permanently fix the space-time portal into that Greco-Roman building." The company's leading unit commented.

"Okay... that relates to my next trivia: raise your hands if you think that this magic stuff is going to fail," said the armored woman who received hands being raised and radio confirmations from practically all combatants of the spying teams... except for her of course. "Wait... really?" Before she can say something though, a big flash of light appears at the center of the holy hill that blinds almost everyone across the wide terrain. When the luminescence was gone, the Imperial structure now looked energized under the magic-image sensors from the hidden groups with surprised looks on their faces. "Well that's certainly unexpected for you boys to see, eh?" Matoi spoke with a little smirk.

"Dear Lord, surprisingly indeed. All units, contact Command on this sudden change of event and for orders to follow!" As the Imperial war ceremony is underway, the spying teams have reach the higher commanders in planetary orbit thru telecommunications and inform the updated situation. Nevertheless, the authority units insisted on following surveillance protocols, get the robotic swarms ready for incoming civilians being captured, and not intervene whatsoever. "So that is it, huh? Fine then... all observation units, stand still as ordered from Command."

And so they did... but not for the irritated female who did eavesdropped on the digital conversations. "You can't be serious in just following commands, aren't you sir?"

"That's the way it is right now. Except for you with a rebellious streak who may wanted to start killing camp followers over there right away."

"What! Killing unarmed women, children, and the enslaved of the soldiers? I ain't going to go that low to stop a massive incident in the making! My intention now is to get this misguided army of savages far away from that... thing on the hill," retorted the hybrid while walking toward the site that is a kilometer away.

"Yes, yes, we understand tha-" the recon leader then received updates from their armed forces, which the beauty noticed and proceed to hear carefully. One detail is quite significant. "Okay then, here are the coordinates for bombardment."

A reply was soon followed, "Uh... sir, those coordinates also included the rear section of this enormous invasion force and they're mostly weaponless." She was quite alarmed at who are the targets when covertly looking at the digital map of the area.

"I can see that; but I was given exclusive order from the top echelon to annihilate the invaders if Miss Matoi here proceed to start killing every man, woman, and child of the aggressors current on the field. Understood?"

"Understood, sir. Out."

The offended gal walked close to him. "What the hell was that?!"

"A backup plan, just in case you decided to fight over there instantly."

"Are you fucking kidding me?! Those camp followers are roughly innocent to the corrupt decisions of their government!"

"That is true indeed, and yet those followers are also part of the Imperial army of legions as logistical supports — which makes them valid targets for destruction."

"Fuck that validity on those harmless people!" yelled the woman as she grab the metallic being and lift him up with both hands. "How about reconsidering other options to-"

"I should have mentioned that killing me or any personnel here will automatically trigger the naval barrage onto the massive invasion with high chance of collateral damage."

Now she's irritated at what had been activated without her knowledge. After some thoughts in frustration, Ryona drop the officer who just landed with ease.

"So let's be clear: if you don't want to see artillery shells raining death upon the scores of unarmed women and children in service of the Sanderan legions, then stay at your position and refrain yourself of any attack on the conquerors until all individuals of the Empire left the Alnus Hill zone or the commanding echelon say otherwise. Is that clear?"

"Errr... crystal... clear," said the mixed breed as the legions and auxiliaries enter the 'Gate' portal covered in flags and banners.

As time goes by for each passing hour, a number of things had been observed: the 93 people with different nationalities from Earth being captured (who were later get stung by the waiting swarms of micro-drones), more than half of the camp followers crossed the threshold of the physical portal, and... the massive number of panicked legionaries and auxiliaries running out of the magical entrance near the end of Day One. Around 112,000 of the invasion had yet to return back to Falmart/Falmarius/Sandera by Day 3, if ever. By that time, the remaining strength of this Imperial 'expedition' was just outside the base of their sacred hilly landscape and expecting the so-called barbarians to storm out of the 'Gate' — which did not come to fruition at this instant. Meanwhile, newly arrived drones in stealth mode fly towards the dimensional structure where they sprayed gallons of liquids containing millions of modified nanobots that quickly infiltrated themselves into the building materials and then permeated to the whole structure without being spotted. A few days later, a squad of scouts in hazmat uniforms appeared in front of the Alnus/Arnus gateway who began to collect data and samples of the unknown environment for further studies. To the eyes under the gas masks, the building looked the same as the one in the middle of the Ginza district (now under quarantine like the rest of Tokyo and in the process of having a big concrete dome covering it). Subsequently, they went back to the Japanese city with no realizations that both sides of the 'Gate' were actually saturated with nano-machines that uses energy from the sun to covertly reconstruct the internal framework of the Falmarian portal for greater reductions of space-time distortions. [Put it in another way, making two highly efficient star-gates within these Saderan constructed facades that allows the supernatural openings to stay open for many years — before any dimensional complication show up]

A week added to the wait and virtually nothing has materialized at the holy area. On the other hand, the Saderan/Sanderan army initiate their plans to barricade the enchanted access to the 'new' world and setup layers of defenses for a siege victory or possible destruction of the supernatural entry. A couple of days afterwards, the encirclement and the obstructions blocking the opening were nearly completed. Four legionaries and one centurion were on top of the Imperial doorway observing the improvisation for the upcoming siege. As they overlook the erections of these barriers, the warriors talked about several subjects like the outcome of this operation to defeat the off-worlders, going home victorious, reconquering the lands beyond, looting the enemy's treasures, enslaving the population for the slave markets, and the chance to uh... raped any alluring woman at their own pleasures. Okay... that last statement would piss off anyone with good amount of decency, which now includes an armored Matoi (invisible to the naked eyes of the legions of course) standing on the same roof for three days and showing small protrusions of zergish traits all over her body. A few days before the medieval fabrications, the top tiers of the Terran military hierarchy rescinded the drastic measure to stop the Imperial forces and relocated the recon company several meters more away from the sacred terrain. Logically speaking, the Empire suffered a devastating failure to dominate the other side of the space-time gateway, the surviving camp followers left the area safely, and there was a need to minimize exposure of their synthetic presence whenever the alternate Earth's counterattack arrives. Obviously, the rebel mutant ignored the commands — even if they're not actually designed for her — and move straight to the building unseen with her signature blade and a stealth-modified S3X Hammer plasma shotgun (fitted with a self-charged battery system for two years and able to fire in either scatter shot or solid shot modes).

So why the 'Gate' still intact? Well... before leaving on her own, she received a dare from the surveillance teams to utterly destroy that dimensional abomination like a terrible monster Ryona was perceived; added with denying the violated humans on Earth the obligations to seek proper justices on the Imperial attackers. Once on the rooftop, she figured that the inner skeletons modified by the nano-sized robots are already strong enough to resist multiple blows from powerful beings like herself. Even if that's not true, the idea of terminating such noble efforts to set things right sounded thoroughly... wrong to her. On that account, the concealed gal waited and watched the events unfolded. At this point of time though, she can't stand any longer on the blind arrogance and other excessive 'sins' presented to the chimeric human — despite all the losses they got when facing with automatic guns and cannons.

'To Hell with their unpunished vices. If I didn't like these primitives before, then I surely hate them now,' she voiced her disgust in her protected head. The woman soon walked behind the centurion and then kicked him hard to the air for many yards away from the top of the Greco-Roman structure, who eventually fall down to his death. While the four legionaries looked at what has happened in confusions, the female interloper on the same spot hand-grabbed two of them by their heads and bloodily smashed the warriors' skulls together. "Eh, guess their thick crania didn't stay solid for long." She passively throw the corpses to the holy ground, leading many more hostiles to pay attention. The last two tried to stab her by the sides with their gladius-styled swords but the defiant lady stopped them with her god-like telekinesis. Both imperials were in the air as she raised her arms upward... and then pushed the two flying away from her flanks with great force. Cohorts and auxiliaries draw their weapons in attack positions toward this beastly 'savage' that dare to assault them (with no clue of her inner appearance). Suddenly, they hear faint noises of buzzes slowly coming to Alnus hill. As that sound grew louder and louder, the Imperial forces at last witnessed its source: four airborne swarms of modified Bug drones in the millions converging to the 'Gate' and escorted by hundreds of Super-Bug variants per mass. Shock and awe permeates the medieval warriors with weapons at the ready who immediately shifted their aim at these 'insect' hordes that swiftly organized themselves in assault formation. The feisty trespasser showed no signs of surprises though, as she had 'borrowed' the swarming robots from the spying units before going solo — with permission to be exact.

"Alright everyone... have fun!" exclaimed Matoi with a slight smile underneath her combat helmet as she signaled the entire flock to attack the legions and mercenaries in the vicinity. Any fool that decided to stand and fight was given a huge volley of energy projectiles that shredded an organic individual to bits.

"STAND FIRM, MEN! EMLOY WILL PRO-!" A centurion's life was cut short by two volatile plasma bombs from a Super-Bug.

"By the gods, RUN!" "MUST RUNAWAY!" "RUN FOR YOUR LIVES!" screamed the terrified soldiers as entire cohorts and auxiliaries units were gunned down with ease; and sometimes got tossed around viciously into the skies by the sheer numbers of drones that collectively grabbed the unlucky ones with their robotic arms.

"Ha, ha, ha! That's right you little IMPS, RUN!" laughed the violet-eyed rogue sitting on the portal's rooftop while other groups of those flying droids commenced the dismantling process on the barricades plugging the entryway and the siege defenses surrounding it (In addition to repairing any damaged machines from the slaughter and 'cleaning up' the deceased).

Moving on to over three months time, the dimensional building continued to exist as it was in the darkness after midnight; apart from the zerg-armored killer overseeing the vast hill and several dug-up positions made by the six-wheeled drones that had guided more scouts for more information before heading back to Tokyo many times since last month. During that recon period, the camouflaged beauty monitored the Japanese and on occasion American activities as the newcomers studied the unknown environment before them. Did they saw any swarms nearby?

Nope. The metal bugs under her directions were all busy in creating turmoils on the Imperial army and their reinforcements (for the purpose of keeping them very far away from the enchanted gateway). Nevertheless, the woman's control over the deadly drones expired four days ago due to growing 'resistances' from the gigantic swarms as time goes by and the leaked knowledge they read from her mind about the coalitions' actions and plans. When those robots returned to Terran starships, forty thousand fighters of the Empire cautiously regrouped and marched steadily toward Alnus/Arnus Hill. Tired though, the legions and auxiliaries camped near the wide, outer base of the holy ground at late afternoon of yesterday. As the hours came closer to dawn, the female chimaera lying on the roof with her back promptly sensed rumbling sounds entering through the parallel Earth side of the 'Gate.' All thanks to her being in physical contact with the exterior materials acting as transmission mediums for the advanced artificial frames inside. Speaking of which, the interior structures on both sides had now 'grew' root-like micro-filaments underground and undetected from scientific experts. Particularly so for the Tokyo-attached entry that already had the reinforced concrete dome being infiltrated by hundreds of those tiny metallic threads without altering the outside appearance.

With the rumbles becoming more easily audible, Ryona activated her invisibility powers of her battle suit and stand near the edge of the top. Out came Type 10 Hitomaru and Type 90 Kyu-maru tanks of the JGSDF moving side by side with M1A1 Abrams MBTs from the U.S. Marine Corps. Following the direct-fire heavy-hitters were Type 89 infantry fighting vehicles, LAV-25 armored reconnaissance vehicles, Type 75 and M109A6 Paladin 155mm self-propelled howitzers, and multitudes of other vehicles setting themselves into defensive formations. Imperial scouts spotted the military buildup at the entrance and thus quickly report this to their army encampment. With words about the foreign encroachment widespread, the Saderan forces assemble as soon as possible in battle order.

"Teki ga mokugeki shita!" stated a self-defense force tanker by radio as that exclamation got troops in armored hazmat suits to professionally exit from the troop transports and occupy designated battle stations with their lethal arsenals. By dawn, both combatants can visibly see each other their numbers and war gears. Minutes later, Imperial horns sounded the start of the assault to retake the sacred site... which ultimately lead to their utter devastation in this lopsided battle (or slaughter since the coalition received no harm at all).

At the very least for the concealed combat beauty, she got the chance to see the 'fireworks' displayed by the allied expedition. Afterwards, it's all about observations on the operations of this expeditionary force in secret... for nine boring months with no real battles coming up. That being said, the lady did found enjoyments that randomly appeared from time to time whether inside or outside the military installations. They included hunting and cooking pesky animals that slip thru the 'Gate' such as raccoons and rats; eavesdropping on different cultures within the task force; retrieving music, history, science, and other data from their vast and compacted digital storage; and checking out the firearms and vehicles at their disposal. Frankly though, much of these killing machines are quite old when compared to the newest arsenals back on Earth (M60A3-SLEP Patton, T72B3 Ural, and Type 74 Nana-yon battle tanks to the more contemporary combat vehicles that were redeployed back to the other side for examples — except for two dozen Abrams tanks crewed by American marines). Still, these 'antiques' remained deadly to the medieval armies on this magical continent.

If only that could had been said on the most interesting military group of this human alliance: the 222nd Armored Battalion B-Company or 'Bad Company' as infamously been called by U.S. personnel for confidential matters. These soldiers were not provided protections for chemical or biological threats, which were virtually nonexistent at the moment, under the pretense of evaluating the potential damages from unknown microbes. In truth however, the reason they got the word 'Bad' in the military unit was due to unprofessional behaviors significant enough to had a great majority of them transferred in the first place. The most notable of those continued to act on such misdemeanors was an American redneck who has a tendency to make things eh... explode, regardless of who's stuff belongs to. Overall anyhow, Matoi deemed these unorthodox soldiers and their naughty antics to be... well, funny.

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And that brings her today as she reclined on top of the completed dome in the dark, early morning and contemplating her thoughts while being stealthy simultaneously. Kind of think about, B-Company also shared the same nickname and bad habits with another company under Terran 'control.' The difference now is that the punished group of cyborgs and other artificial intelligence were often sent to the battlefields as expendable assets since the missions given to them all had greater chances for the penalized combatants to die. Oh wait, the powerful woman is quite a rebel toward her Terran pals and thus qualified for 'Bad' Company. Logically nonetheless, the explanation for her not being sent to that collection of malfunctions was the high probability of the female freak to completely annihilate the whole unit; if she gets rubbed in the wrong way. And the higher authorities simply can't have that to happen. Out of curiosity, Ryona did wondered where had the misbehaving Terran company gone to in this universe. Aside from the usual Ork territories, there were rumors of them being deployed to one of a few planets inhabited by human migrants who came to the magical dimension thru the original stargate in interstellar space many centuries again. This far away world in a distant star system had been a hub of experimentation on magic and the unique physics of this cosmos for a long time. Regrettably, that habitable globe is now home to super-powered troublemakers reminiscent of powerful villains that usually existed in very old stories related to literature, arts, and other entertainments from many ancient cultures. Or so said the speculations that the armored gal heard with little interests, considering that she's forty-five years old and not yet feeling fatigued on this supernatural planet.

'But enough of that pondering, how about some rest for a moment?' she considered in her mind; which soon happen on the reinforced structure that sealed the 'Gate.' Ten minutes before daylight morning, the chimeric human wakes up, look around, and wait once more.

"Well, let's see what's coming up this time around."

For some clarification, the physical 'Gate' will be more like the one in the manga version.

In addition, a hint for some of these starships: sharpened pencils in different lengths being arranged.

9/03/2017: Edits on a couple of numbers and laughing.