A/N: Glad to see people enjoy this fic, there are differences between this verse's Chimeran War and the original, which you and the Strike Witches are about to see, so here's chapter 5

Chapter 5: Past of Armageddon

Minna quickly contacted Allied Command, and after sputters of disbeliefs, accusations of hallucinating, and assertions that the Allies most certainly did not have a fleet of flying battleships, they ordered the 501st to find out who exactly were these people, and to make sure that there were no hostilities.

Meanwhile, the entire squadron had been flying closer to the fleet, and had noticed something rather startling about its condition. Every ship had taken some degree of damage. Of the three smallest ships, one had taken light damage, another looked like someone had run over most of the top with a giant lawnmower, and the third had so many damaged parts it was a miracle it could still fly. Not that flying was normal for a ship anyway. The six kilometer ship had wrecked sections all across it, and almost the entire hull was lined with scorch marks. The carrier, however, had its entire left hull filled with gaping hulls, torn open bulkheads, and hastily patched on armor, and everyone could see repair crews on all the ships.

"What happened to these people?" Shirley wondered out loud. It was a good question,this fleet had wiped out a force of Neuroi that could have taken out a good portion of the region, so what could have caused this kind of damage to these ships?

Regardless, everyone, jets and witches alike were nearing the carrier, and began landing on a relatively small section of the starboard hull. The girls quickly followed suit, disengaging their Strikers and taking them off.

"Wow, this ship is huge!" Yoshika exclaimed, eyes wide as she stared around, taking in the dozens of crewmembers rushing around the deck. "Agreed, this is the biggest ship I've ever seen." Mio replied, looking at one of the turrets scanning the skies. Everyone else was also looking around at the ship. Shirley stared enviously as the planes were taken below deck as sections of the hull began to lower.

"Excuse me ladies." Everyone stiffened and turned to look at a squad of soldiers with strange weapons. Their leader continued speaking. "I've been ordered to bring you all to meet the Fleet Commander, the flight crews can handle your weapons and, ah, devices. Don't worry, they won't tinker." Minna nodded in response. "Very well, so long as you don't damage anything, we'll leave them in your hands."

The Strikers were quickly taken by the flight crew with any fuss on the witches' part was silenced quickly by glares from their officers. After the crew had taken the Striker units, the leader motioned to the Witches to follow him. "We'll be taking a trip down with the jets." He said cheerfully as the group stepped onto one of the platforms and railings popped up on the edge. "Grab onto the railings." He suggested as it began to quickly lower into the deck of the ship.

The trip down took only about fifteen seconds. After which they emerged in a massive hanger. The girls stared around in amazement, everything seemed so much more advanced then anything they had ever seen. Everywhere there were strange aircraft and several ground vehicles being organized, while technicians and security teams scurried around the area. Even as the witches looked around, bewildered, the platform they were on lowered into the floor, and the plane they had taken the ride down with was quickly moved into formation with several others, and several mechanics quickly began examining it as the pilot walked out and rushed to the rest of his squadron. Shirley frowned, there was something familiar about him, but she just couldn't place it.

After allowing the group to stare for about half a minute, the leader of the strange soldiers cleared his throat. "Glad to see you all are enjoying the stay, but we have to get moving, the Fleet Commander's expecting you." Everyone quickly turned their gaze away from the planes, crew, and various pieces of advanced technology, and nodded. "Lead the way." Minna said.

The man nodded and led them past the hanger and through several winding sets of corridors, a couple elevators, and eventually led them to the bridge. Along the way, the witches saw several impressive sights, from bright panels to drones and auto turrets and computers. Oddly enough, most of the people they encountered were young, around their own ages, or just a bit older. There were only a few people that they could identify as older than thirty. Even stranger, the crew seemed to come from all over the world. They heard and saw Liberions, Karlslanders, Gallians, Romagnans, Africans, a handful of Orussians, people from all across Columbia, but almost no one from Asia, and no Fusoans at all.

The two guards at the entrance to the bridge stiffened and saluted. "At ease men, I'm just bringing these girls to meet the Commander." The two guards relaxed and the door opened. The bridge was occupied by a couple dozen or so people at various stations, monitoring the situation throughout the fleet. The emblem of the UED, the Earth with crossed rifles above it, with a strange (i.e.: Chimeran) skull in the background.

Most importantly however, the Fleet Commander and the Captains of the four other ships of Third Fleet had been standing up, awaiting the witches' arrival. The leader of them was about forty or so years old, with short brown hair and eyes. Now the group turned to the squadron, with the Commander speaking first.

"So, you must be the girls we saw fighting. As I've said before, I'm Fleet Commander Holtz Jorges. Welcome aboard the Vengeance of Japan.These are the captains of the Third Fleet." The rest

A woman in her 30's with black hair and brown eyes walked up. "Captain Mira Hayes, of the Shockship Charlie Tent. Pleasure to meet you."

"Jason Mells, of Blazer Escort Liberty 1." The man looked African, and rather young.

"Harris Lenns, of Liberty 5" He seemed to be from Columbia, and was in his late twenties.

"James Reins of Unity 3" This man seemed to be from Liberion, and was about the same age as Lenns.

"It's a pleasure to meet you all." Minna responded. "I am Minna Wilcke of the 501st Joint Fighter Wing, the Strike Witches. I'm grateful that you came, we desperately needed assistance."

Jorges smiled. "And the rest of your girls?"

"I am Major Mio Sakamoto, second in command of the 501st, from the Fuso Imperial Navy." Mio said, stepping forward.

"I'm Sergeant Yoshika Miyafuji, from Fuso to. It's nice to meet you all." Yoshika offered.

"I-I'm Sergeant Lynette Bishop, from Britannia." Lynette said shyly.

"Flying Officer Perrine Cloisterman, from Gallia." Perrine said stiffly.

"I'm Francesca Lucchini! Nice to meet you! I'm from Romagna." Francesca said cheerfully.

"I'm Flying Officer Erica Hartmann." Erica offered.

"I'm Flight Lieutenant Gertrude Barkhorn, from the Karlsland Air Force." Trude said, giving a quick salute.

"I'm Flying Officer Alaxandra Litvyak, call me Sanya please. I'm from Orussia." Sanya said, giving a slight smile.

"I am Flying Officer Eila Ilmater Juutilainen, from Suomus." Eila said, stepping in front of Sanya protectively.

"And I'm Charlotte Yeager, call me Shirley. I'm from Liberion." Shirley said smiling. "Thanks for coming, you probably saved my life."

"No problem-" Jorges blinked. "Wait, your last name is Yeager?" Shirley nodded. "Yeah, is something wrong?" She asked, confused. "Oh, no." Jorges winced, things were getting weirder and weirder. "On to more important matters. "I'm afraid we've never heard of any of the nations that you've mentioned. Furthermore, you said that the year is 1944. Last time I checked the calendar, it was 1992."

All the Witches looked like someone had told them that there was irrefutable proof that the sky was actually green.

"Even stranger, the geography of Earth is different from what I'm used to. There are landmasses where there should be open sea, and vice-versa. Also, I have never seen anything like the devices you were using to fly." He looked at the Witches. "I can only assume that my entire fleet has been transported into an alternate universe."

Everyone, UED and Witch, stared at him. "With all due respect sir, you can't be serious-" Mira began.

Jorges cut her off. "Be real captain. Completely different geography, fucking witches, and if it really is 1944, the Chimera should be waltzing right through Russia right now, and we'd have seen any excavated Chimeran towers from orbit. And you can bet your ass there weren't any goddamn Neumanns during the Chimeran War."

Mio blinked. "Neumanns?" She asked.

"Those aliens you were fighting." Mells explained. "Oh, we call them Neuroi." Mio said.

"Neuroi or Neumann, whatever." Jorges said, exasperated. "The point is, this entire world is different from what we're used to. Regardless, the Third Fleet has a duty. It was created to protect humanity. Even if this is an alternate world, we still have that duty. Make no mistake, we'll try to find a way home." Jorges looked solemnly at Minna. "Until then, we stay here and fight. Where is your headquarters at? We'll need to meet with your leaders to get a view on the situation."

Minna told him the location of the Strike Witches headquarters. The Commander nodded. "Alright then, I suppose we'll head there so you can get in contact with your superiors. Sandman here." He motioned to the soldier who had led them to the bridge. "Will take you to the recreational room. We'll be taking it slow, so relax and have a fun trip. I'm sure you have many more questions but now's not the time to answer them." Sandman nodded and motioned to the girls. They followed him out of the bridge."

The leaders of the Third Fleet turned to each other. "Did you notice something interesting about their names?" Lenns asked. Jorges nodded. "All but that Russian girl's name were very similar to those of the old 501st United Fighter Wing during the Chimeran War."

Mira blinked. "The 501st? The 501st that had all but two members KIA?" "The same." Jorges glumly confirmed.

Vengeance of Japan

recreation room

Everyone stared in amazement at the room filled with radios, arcade games, video games, and pretty much every entertainment source known to mankind. Several other crewmembers were already there. Sandman grinned at their expressions. "We'll be taking it slow, so you'll have an hour or so to enjoy yourselves. Someone will come get you when we get to your base. You need anything, just ask the crew. Have fun." He walked out, leaving the 501st to themselves.

Everyone turned expectantly to Minna, who shrugged. " I suppose we should all just relax for now. But see if you can find out about this, Chimeran War that Commander Jorges was talking about." With that everyone split up to go there own way. Sanya and Eila fell asleep in a couch, heads relaxing on each other. Erica had dragged Gertrude over to a flight simulator, and the two quickly began trying to shoot each other out of the sky. Everyone else seemed to go there own way, either talking to crewmembers, inspecting the games, or simply relaxing after their exhausting fight.

Shirley however, wanted to go see the jets again, and quickly left and retraced her steps to the hanger, asking for directions along the way. Eventually she reached it, and smirked as she saw a strangely familiar man tweaking one of the fighters.

Howin had grown up around planes, and as such, was busy tweaking his Black Widow when a female voice called out. "That's a nice plane you have." Howin turned and saw one of the girls who had been fighting the Neumanns. He gave a quick grin, like any pilot in the UED, he loved to talk about his plane. "Yep, F-23 Black Widow. It was designed for air-superiority over anything anyone can throw at us. It's got a shield generator, internal ordnance bays, and is Mach 2.5 capable."

Shirley's eyes widened. "Mach 2.5, no way! What else have you got?"

The two went on talking about the different planes of the UED for quite some time, while Shirley explained a bit about the Strikers. After half an hour though, they were interrupted. "Hey, Yeager!" Wolverine Squadron's Second Erik called. "Yes?" Both answered at the same time before looking back to the other in surprise.

"Your name is Yeager?" Howin asked, confused and hoping he had heard wrong. Shirley nodded. "Yes, I'm Charlotte Yeager, but call me Shirley." "But I'm Yeager, Howin Yeager."

The two stared at each other before a thought came upon Howin. "You wouldn't have happened to have broken the sound barrier, would you?"

"Yeah." Shirley said, feeling rather uneasy.

"And your Wing is the 501st?" "Yes, what are you getting at?"

Howin winced and pulled out a book. "Take this, page 14." Shirley stared at the cover. "Memoirs of the 501st United Fighter Wing?" She turned to page 14 and was confronted by a picture of a Liberion male grinning, his arm resting on the fuselage of an aircraft. Howin winced. "That man if Charles Yeager, my grandfather, famous for breaking the sound barrier and member of the 501st. You might be him... as a girl."

Shirley stared at Howin, then looked back at the picture of the man who seemed to be very familiar indeed. Then she stared back at the fighter pilot who was about her age. And, apparently, was her grandson. She did what any normal person would have done in her situation.

She fainted.

Howin winced and grabbed her before she could smash into the deck, then turned and glared at Erik. "What?" He asked defensively. "I just called to see how you were doing."

"Then I hope learning how I was doing was worth a week of latrine duty."

"What." Minna stared flatly as she looked from a recently awakened Shirley to a very nervous Howin. She had been trying to get information about the Chimeran War that had been the subject of many of the games in the recreation room. With out much success, when asked, everyone either fell quiet before saying that it was a long story and the Commander would tell them, or quickly changed the subject.

Now she had just been called to one of the ship's medical rooms to deal with what could best be called AU family shenanigans.

"I'm... ah... apparently Shirley's alternate universe grandson." Howin managed to squeak out, shuffling his feet." Minna stared at the teenage pilot in disbelief before one of the doctors butted in. "DNA tests do confirm that the two are related, and much of Shirley's history matches that of Charles Yeager, aside from being a female magic user that is."

Minna rubbed her forehead in exasperation. First an entire fleet from another universe and now this. "We'll be arriving soon, so get ready. I don't want to hear about another incident before we get back." With that she left, seriously considering investing in headache medicine.

The two Yeagers stared at each other awkwardly. "Well, what now?" Shirley asked.

Howin shrugged. "Well, I can't call you grandpa, so how about you just call me Howin, and I'll call you Shirley." Shirley nodded at that. "It was nice meeting you Howin, I'd better get back to my squadron now though."

"Of course, it was nice meeting you, Yeager." Howin grinned as Shirley left.

Shirley grinned back. "You to Yeager."

September 7th, morning

Vengeance of Japan

Conference Room, above 501st Headquarters

It had been a day since the Third Fleet had arrived, and Allied Command had already been informed. They planned to send diplomats, generals, and other leaders to discuss the specifics of what support the Third Fleet could bring.

Right now though, the entire 501st had been invited to the conference room of the Vengeance of Japan.

"Well," Jorges started. "I'm sure that you're all curious about what the UED really is, am I right?" All the Witches nodded. "Very well. The United Earth Defense is the military arm of the United Earth Government, a coalition consisting of every nation on Earth. The nations are still sovereign entities, but are subservient to the UEG. The UED has multiple space fleets that patrol the Solar system, as well as a powerful ground force. Each nation retains its own military to keep feral Chimera at bay, and competition between nations means new technology designs."

Minna butted in. "I've been meaning to ask. I heard you talk about this Chimeran War, and now you're talking about Feral Chimera. What are the Chimera?" Jorges grew silent. "You want to know?" The witches nodded. "Very well, bring the screen down, we've got a couple hours, time enough for a little movie."

A massive screen was pulled down, and a movie showing the history of Earth began.

"Come forth children of Earth, and gaze upon mankind in its darkest hour." The Fleet Commander whispered somberly.

The true origin of the Chimera is unknown to us. What is known is that they first arrived on Earth in the Tuguska Event. In 1904, the airburst of a large object, now believed to be a Spire missile, wiped out a large portion of the surrounding region. From there, the Chimeran virus spread across local villages. Soon, rumors began to spread of entire villages vanishing, with people and animals alike transforming into monsters impervious to gunfire.

The Tsar of Russia paid no heed. He had bigger things to worry about.

From 1914 to 1918, the Great War raged. Started by a simple assassination, and enlarged by alliances and imperial pride, it would be the most destructive war between humans. Hundreds of thousands died in pointless frontal attacks on trenches, gaining mere inches for their sacrifice.

The Witches looked in horror as footage of the charges took place. They noticed that the battles seemed to take place with Brittaninans, Gallians, and Orussians on one side, with the Karlslanders on the other.

By 1918, Germany had asked for terms. Exhausted by war, it was forced to sign the treaty of Versailles, and agreed to humiliating terms. It could have been the forerunner to a new, even more deadly war.

But it wasn't. Fearful of another Great War, the nations of Europe formed the European Trade Organization, to encourage the people of Europe to work towards a new era of peace. However, the Tsar of Russia, having brutally crushed an uprising against his rule, refused to join. He believed that the ETO would threaten his own power. Soon a cold war broke out, with the ETO on one side, and Russia on the other. Russia soon constructed a massive wall, the Red Curtain, around its European borders. Germany was soon restored to its former glory, under the Weimar Republic, it became a full member of the Organization. Technology advanced rapidly, with the ETO soon becoming far more advanced than its foe behind the Curtain.

Meanwhile, the Chimera slowly gained strength. Their virus infected any living being it came across, spread by crawlers, small bug-like creatures that bit and infected their victims. Soon they began excavating massive Towers, structures dozens of kilometers high, abandoned when the Chimera left Earth over 65 million years ago. In 1927, the Chimera began their attack on Russia. The Tsar saw this as a chance to gain power. Eager to enhance his forces with captured Chimeran Technology, he ordered the Russian army to attack and destroy the Chimera.

The screen soon showed dozens of bloody battles. Sanya watched in numb shock as Russians were gunned down in the thousands, their bolt action rifles near useless against the Chimera. Young men and women were dragged from their homes and hurled into the meat grinder, and were slaughtered, with the survivors and corpses being brought to Chimeran held territory to undergo conversion. Meanwhile, a small map of the world appeared, with parts of Russia rapidly becoming black, showing where the Chimera now reigned.

But the Chimera, despite being heavily outnumbered, massacred any Russian army that opposed them. With many towns and villages left undefended, their numbers swelled as millions upon millions were converted. The Towers, now fully excavated, began churning out war machines to aid in the conquest. An attempt to render Russians immune to the Virus instead created a new enemy, the Cloven, humans driven feral by the early, prototype vaccine. Russia stood on the edge of annihilation. Still the Tsar refused to ask for aid. He was proud, and preferred the annihilation of his entire people to the humiliation of the West's aid.

This brutal war continued for twelve years. The surviving Russians, soldiers and civilians, men, women and children alike trying to hold out against the Chimera.

Finally, in 1939, the Russian people had had enough. In defiance of the Tsar's orders, the Red Curtain was opened, and millions were evacuated as quickly as they could be, startling the Europeans on the other side. Meanwhile, broadcasts were hurled across the planet, telling of the Chimera, their war machines, and the horrific war that had been waged in Russia. Soon everyone knew the truth: Humanity itself was under attack.

Military and intelligence experts around the globe conferred, and agreed on one thing. The Chimera had to be stopped. Across the world, factories produced vehicles and munitions for the coming conflict. Even the United States of America, having isolated itself from worldly affairs came to aid the war effort. By 1941, a massive army from across the world marched into Russia to battle the Chimera.

The Witches stared in amazement as they saw millions of soldiers, tanks, planes, ships, and other war machines march into battle against the Chimera. They couldn't see how such a mighty army, so much more powerful than even the Allies forces combined , could fail. The next images, those of huge fields of broken human bodies and vehicles, killed those hopeful thoughts with sickening abruptness.

It was a disaster. The Chimera had introduced even more deadlier weapons to the field. 150 meter tall Goliaths unleashed volleys of Spire Missiles, infecting millions of unprotected human soldiers. Even worse, the Chimeran hordes now numbered in the tens of millions, overwhelming the untried soldiers of the United Earth Defense. Soon it became obvious that Russia could not be held. The battle became a desperate attempt to evacuate as many as could be saved. Years of brutal, hellish warfare passed by as young men and women fought and died to save a few more precious lives. Across Eastern Europe, families were evacuated to safer areas, such as Africa, America, and Australia

Massive fortifications sprang up in every nation on Earth. Gun towers, missile sights, trenches, artillery batteries, anything that could be created by human or salvaged Chimeran Technology was made, to try to hold off the inevitable Chimeran advance on their land. By 1947, the last few civilians that could be saved had been evacuated. The Red Curtain was closed, leaving those few souls left inside to their fate. In August, 1948, a message came from all across Russia, repeated for weeks on end.

"Brotherhood, strength and fortitude... in the face of the angry night."

Then all went silent, Russia was gone.

Sanya had tears leaking out of her eyes as all of Russia became black.

For a year the Chimera remained hidden behind the Curtain, building their strength, while the UED prepared more defenses, evacuated more families, and recruited more soldiers in preparation for the coming storm. Then, on December 25th, 1949, Christmas day, it came.

The witches gasped as a massive wave of black erupted from the borders of Russia and began to engulf Europe and Asia.

Countless Chimera burst out from the Red Curtain in a flood, every defense, every preparation, overrun in months. Poland lasted two weeks. Finland three. Germany, out numbered almost a hundred to one, managed to survive for a month. France held off the Chimera for a month and a half. Italy fell in four weeks. Spain, three and a half. Each area, lost, along with millions who would be converted into more Chimera.

Now almost everyone was crying. Eila stared as she saw Finnish soldiers desperately try and fail to hold their line against massive Chimeran forms. Gertrude, Erica, and Minna looked at the ruined city of Berlin, now swarming with Chimera, having just witnessed the last stand of Erwin Rommel and the Reichswehr. Perrine stared at the ruins of Paris, with a massive Chimeran Tower high above the skyline. Francesca cried as fields of corpses were displayed all across Italian soil. Bodies, so many bodies littered Europe, waiting to be used by the Chimera, as the black stains now spread onto all of Europe

By June 7th, all of mainland Europe had been lost. The remaining UED forces retreated to England. For four months the island nation held, constantly attacked by the Chimera, defended by the Royal Navy, as fighter pilots from across the world fought in the skies to bring down Chimeran Dropships. Then, on November 5th, the Chimeran burrowed underground the Channel, and emerged across England, killing or converting anyone they came across. Bombing shelters became deathtraps as Crawlers snuck in. By the end of October the entire southern half of England had been lost. Protected by massive defensive works, the north held, but it was only a matter of time before it to was overrun.

Lynette sobbed quietly as London burned from Chimeran attacks. British soldiers fought off wave after wave of Chimera, whose numbers seemed endless. Then the screen changed to show British soldiers surrounding a metal cage.

Then, on June 4th, 1951, a remarkable thing happened. British forces had managed to capture one of the Chimeran forms used as leaders, an Angel. This was the one chance mankind had to turn the tide, if they could study the Angel, they could pinpoint any weaknesses the Chimera had. On July 11, Operation: Deliverance began. Tens of thousands of American soldiers, supported by the combined United States and European fleets, launched an all out attack on southern England. Despite taking heavy losses, the UED pushed north, linking up with British forces. Even more critical to the success of the Operation was a new group of soldiers.

The Sentinels, injected with a serum that made them partially immune to the Virus, the Sentinels quickly proved their worth. Led by Sergeant Nathan Hale, they overran a Chimeran base in Manchester, and slowly pushed back the Chimera. Meanwhile, studies of the Angel and experiences of the Sentinels led to a revelation about the Chimera. The Angels were the Chimera's weak link. If an Angel died, then all the Chimera it controlled would die with it. On July 14th, a joint attack was launched on London, where the Hub Tower was located. If a Chimeran Hub Tower was destroyed, all the towers it was connected to, along with all of the Angels inhabiting them, would be destroyed.

While thousands of humans and Chimera fought in the streets, an elite team of soldiers infiltrated the tower, and destroyed its power source. A chain reaction ripped through England, annihilating almost every tower on the island. Without the Angels to control them, the Chimera on the island fell dead. England was free.

Now the witches began smiling as they saw images and videos of cheering soldiers and civilians, standing triumphant over the corpses of Chimera.

It was the first major victory against the aliens. Encouraged by this success, and with knowledge of how to cripple their opponents, a counteroffensive was planned. On August 28th, 1951, Operation: Overstrike commenced. Joining up with surviving resistance forces across Europe, UED forces launched a massive airdrop and naval assault on Europe. Tower after Tower was destroyed or captured in the onslaught. France was liberated on September 9th. Germany was freed a week later. In Poland, resistance forces retook Warsaw on their own, and linked up with the approaching UED armies. Soon almost all of Europe was free again. Across Africa, human soldiers, now experienced with fighting the alien menace, pushed back the Chimera across the continent. Asian military forces fought against hordes of Hybrids across China. Even better, a virus infected the Chimeran Carrier strain, which had been used to carry the bodies of humans to be converted. It would take the Chimera weeks to recover and construct a new strain, weeks that humanity used well.

However, not all went humanity's way. On December 15th, 1951, Spire missiles impacted across New England, and despite a desperate defense, within a month, the entire area was declared overrun. The remaining civilians were evacuated behind Defense Perimeters, where tall walls and towers armed with massive cannons kept the Chimera at bay. For a year, human and Chimeran forces fought across North and South America, where the fortifications built up over a decade held off countless attacks.

Then, on January 5th, 1953, a massive Chimeran Airfleet, consisting of huge, skyline-spanning battleships crossed over from Russia into the Pacific. After laying waste to most of China, they turned their attention on Japan. As many civilians were evacuated, those who remained arms every living man, woman, and child, then battled the Chimera with all their bravery.

It wasn't enough. By March, every living human in Japan was dead. The Japanese people had been wiped off the face of the Earth.

Yoshika cried as she saw her homeland infested with Chimera, Mio also had trouble keeping her emotions hidden, but her lips quivered and a few tears leaked out as she looked over the broken remains of Japan.

On May 15th, the Chimeran Fleet reached the west coast of America, despite taking heavy losses, they overrun several Defense Perimeters, and battles raged across the continent. Soon, they reached Mexico, and began excavating the largest Tower ever seen. Desperate, the UED order the use of their most powerful weapon, the Atomic Bomb.

Shirley looked as America began to become covered in black, before a scene of the Chimeran fleet erupted into blinding light, leaving only ruins. Then the camera turned to New York, where a Tower emitted a huge beam before a massive hole appeared in the skyline.

The Chimeran Fleet was destroyed, but the worst was not over. A massive Wormhole appeared over New York City. It began cooling the Earth to allow the Chimera free reign, as well as to kill humans with the freezing temperatures. Left unchecked, it would be a door to the Chimeran World, allowing tens of millions of the Pure Chimera through.

The first several, desperate attacks on the Wormhole were repulsed, but on June 6th, 1954, the Tower was captured by a UED strike team. Even better, a vaccine had been discovered. Using samples taken from dead Sentinels about to finally succumb to infection, a protein that could kill the virus was made. Soon, millions were being inoculated, and became fully immune to the Virus.

Several of the witches began cheering as the black tide was pushed back all the way to Russia.

The tide had turned. Across every continent, in every battlefield remaining, the Chimera were pushed back, from the United States to the borders of Russia, humanity, now immune, battle-hardened, and equipped with new technology, was winning. But the Chimera had had three decades to fortify Russia, and a full scale assault would have ended in disaster, so a new, more brutal plan was launched. On December 25th, 1960, thirty three years since the first large scale Chimeran attacks, hundreds of supersonic bombers were loaded with nuclear weapons, and sent on an attack to Russia.

Everyone gasped as Russia was suddenly lit up by massive explosions.

Every stronghold found, every tower, every city, nothing survived. Russia became a nuclear wasteland, filled with ruins. The Chimera had been defeated. After thirty three years, and the deaths of three fourths of the human species, the war was over.

The video ended, and everyone was silent for a moment. The 501st looked and saw that all of the UED personnel in the room were completely silent, several were crying.

Jorges sighed. "Well, that's our history, one and a half billion corpses."

Everyone stared. How were they supposed to react? They had just seen war on a scale that was nightmarish. Millions dying in hopeless battles to buy time for others, it made their war with the Neuroi look like a minor food fight.

And bodies, so many bodies.

"I'm sorry." Minna whispered. Jorges smiled. "Don't be, you didn't start the invasion."

"E-Everyone in your Fuso... they're all dead.?" Yoshika whispered, stunned at what she had just witnessed. Jorges nodded. "Pretty much, aside from a few thousand evacuees, no one made it out of Japan." He gave a grim smile. "In fact, we had a version of you girls in the war. The 501st United Fighter Wing."

Everyone stared. "Really? What happened to them?" Erica asked.

Jorges winced. "Well, it isn't pretty, but here goes." He picked up a book and began listing names.

He pointed at Yoshika. "Kanayoshi Mutou, ace pilot from the Imperial Japanese Navy, Killed in Action during the fall of Los Angelas."

Lynette. "Billy Bishop, from the Royal Air Force. Killed in Action during Operation Overstrike."

Mio. "Saburo Sakai, Imperial Japanese Navy, Killed in Action in the fall of Japan."

Minna. "Wolf-Dietrich Wilcke, second in command of the 501st, Killed in Action during the fall of Berlin.

Perrine. "Pierre Cloistermann, French Air Force, Killed in Action during the fall of Berlin.

Francesca. "Franco Lucchini, Regia Aeronautica, Killed in Action during the Fall of New York."

Shirley. "Charles Yeager, United States Air Force, one of the two survivors of the 501st UFW."

Gertrude. "Gerhard Barkhorn, German Luftwaffe, Shot down in the Battle of Britan and infected. Later euthanized."

Erica. "Erich Hartmann, Commander of the 501st. Second and last survivor of the 501st."

Eila. " Eino Juutilainen, Ilmavoimat, Killed in action during the fall of Los Angelas."

Sanya. Jorges looked at him and sighed. "You're Orussian, yes? Your world's version of Russia?" Sanya nodded. Jorges sighed. "I'm sorry, but we have no record of anyone like you. In all likelihood, you were killed before you were given a chance to fight." Sanya looked stunned.

Everyone was silent again. They had been like family. To hear that only two of them had survived the war...

Jorges gave a grim smile. "No need to get grim now girls. You're all still alive. It's our job to fight for mankind. We're not gonna let another 501st get wiped out. You can be damn sure about that."

A/N: I actually rolled a die to see how many members of the 501st would survive the Chimeran War. You just saw the results.

And now you know what's the AU for Resistance-verse, a bunch of Russian soldiers basically said, 'fuck the Tsar' and warned the rest of the world.

If there's anyone acting OOC without justification please tell me, and please review. Any suggestions or tips are welcome!