Ghost Recon: The Gate War

by Skootmeister

2021, for 7 years relative peace has reigned over the world in the aftermath of conflict after bloody conflict. The Ghost Recon force takes on a seemingly inconspicuous mission in Japan. Fate however rolls the dice and soon the team, and the world, finds itself at war with an empire of might, monsters and magic. Once again, war has come to call the members of the Ghosts to action.

3. Prelude to Battle

Saderan Imperial Palace.

The palace that the Emperor lived in was more than just a house. It was his office.

A collection of domed structures and flat buildings at the top of a great hill overlooking the city of Sadera. The emperor lived and ate here, but he also wrote documents and treaties. It was also where the family lived. Aunts, uncles, sons and daughters. It was the center of the Imperial Family. The direct family that is. Sadera's process of choosing emperors from among the eligible candidates was a confusing one for some.

To be eligible to be emperor, one had to be a long-serving senator, a very successful genera, or well regarded patrician. A combination of these was even better. Many of these patrician families rose and fell as time passed, but three names come up constantly. Zorzal, Savagii and Diabo. The three original tribes that stood by the side of Saderus and his brother Serus in those early early days before their city was founded. These same tribes that would eventually grow and become administrators, generals and overseers as the city left its humble beginnings and emerged into the burgeoning powerhouse recognized across the continent today. Indeed, they make up a number of officials including senators among other smaller families. And it is these senators who are given the potential of becoming the next emperor should the current head die or step down. This process would be done through election, one taken after candidates were further weeded out until a scant few remained. While the offspring of a current emperor was unlikely to gain the throne, lest a blatant attempt of monarchy form, there have been exceptions. Upon becoming emperor, the candidate is given the powers entitled in their new position. The emperor, while not all powerful and needing to respect the will of the Senate and people, could still make decisions himself, be it leading armies, passing reforms or making judicial choices. And in the greatest of emergencies the power of dictator were bestowed, for a limited time that is.

But this comes with a price. The man who becomes emperor is "diiunctus." He is disconnected from his patrician ties and family body. Legally a stranger. It is a sacrifice as much as an achievement. A man whose name may have carried weight due to the family he hailed from now only means as much as his performance as emperor shows as now his family ties mean nothing. Some jest that becoming emperor is a way of "lifting the veil" on how much someone is actually capable of ruling. The current emperor, Molt Sol Augustus was once Molt Sol Savagii. When he was chosen as emperor, his name was sacrificed for the title "Augustus." In doing this, a family cannot become too powerful, and those beneath them are given room to get a chance for ascension themselves. Assuming the title of Emperor is not their goal, of course! It is often for this reason why even though there is jostling of power, the direct patriarchs of families and other older individuals do not run to become emperor, instead content with lesser titles and responsibilities.

Though while the emperor himself cannot claim his ties to family, other family members such as sons or uncles are safe from this. The trust in Saderan honesty, and checks and balances, ensure they cannot take advantage of this.

One of the members of this family walked through the elaborately decorated halls. But his concern was not towards the luxurious carpets and large bedrooms. No. He had the attitude of a soldier. His armor elaborate yet utilitarian. His tunic was of a green shade with armor and cape of light blue. Beneath his left arm he held his galea firmly, his cape waving from the force and speed of his walk. At his side stood two men encased in armor from head to toe, brilliant red and virulent green covering them. The Praetorian Guard did like to stand out. The man's black hair reminiscent of a Roman aristocrat, shaved yet finely kept. His face formed in a very clear and unmistakable visage of annoyance. Julius Aurelian Savagii, son of emperor. Of course, with the mentioned structuring of how the system worked, Julius had no expectations of being emperor. He was certain his future would be as head of the Savagii family, ensuring the patrician group continued running smoothly. Julius was not exactly in a happy mood, to say the least. He was summoned by his father with this enemy from the Otherworld in their lands and readying whatever attack they had. Their ponderous yet clear attempt to build a base was enough to indicate what their intent was. Whatever they did after building it, the fact they would have a base at all here meant that they intended to establish themselves in a permanent fashion. Where it would go from there could not be said, but it most certainly would be bad for the empire overall.

And yet here he was gathering his fellows for the upcoming series of events that this would bring. In particular he was seeking his friend and cousin respectively. His friend, Lucius Paulinus Diabo and cousin Martialus Narcissus Zorzal. He already knew where he would find the latter of the two.

"I will handle this." He addressed the guards with him as he approached a set of large doors, indicating he wished them to wait outside. Immediately the scent of exotic perfumes and wine hit his nostrils much to his annoyance. He pushed open the door, entering a large room home to an indoor pool. The massive windows having been completely shut off with only numerous balls of brilliant bright magic across the dome ceiling shedding light down below providing any sort of illumination. Said illumination revealed the form of a single man in the pool, his size the most striking feature. He was easily a mountain of a man with a physique to match. In the pool with him, and among the sides were several nude female forms of humans and humanoids. There was Zorzal alright.

"Ah! Hello there, Julius! A fine day this is, is it not?" Zorzal cheerfully asked, the shadows over that confident smug grin on his face. A goblet of wine in one hand with a woman in the other. Not that it stopped the others from trying to crowd him. Julius didn't give an answer as he entered, letting the door close to ensure no passerby was subject to seeing the man's 'goods.' "Oh come now, my cousin, do not close the door and keep my visage from the world!" Zorzal jested to the amusement of the gathered women.

Savagii just continued staring with a massive frown and furrowed brows. Then, he finally spoke. "I see you're too busy whoring around with your escorts to be fulfilling your duties to the empire." Zorzal laughed, ushering his company to give him space.

"Ah Savagii, always so uptight. You really need to learn how to take a moment to relax." Zorzal emerged from his seat, nothing concealing his manhood from his cousin as he exited the pool. The light of the candles reached him far more now. A scarred body with rich, dark blonde hair in a style much like Savagii's. "You know, some of the girls talk about you when I'm not fondling them. I'd allow you to have your way with them if you'd like."

"You know very well that I have a wife, Zorzal." Was Julius' remark. "I already have a woman to confide in and comfort me."

"Oh come now. Who's gonna know? Besides, you ARE the heir to the Savagii! You could have 10 mistresses and your wife is sure to stick around. Hell, it would increase your chances of having a son!"

"Along with other illegitimate children. I don't need to be filling up the rooms with bastards like you're trying too hard to do. Or is it the distinct lack of children you have that drives you to stick your member in every woman you see to no avail?" Savagii shot back. Zorzal seemed to ignore the jab.

"Mmmm, Miritta works in mysterious ways." Zorzal answered. "But, it makes my life all the more fun. Besides, it's not my fault the womenfolk cannot keep themselves from leaping upon me with adulation and longing."

"And you wonder why your duties are never solved." Came the sarcastic response of Savagii.

"Oh I have retainers for that. Damn good ones at that. Surely you do not expect me to do every little thing expected of me when I become emperor!?" Zorzal responded in amused exasperation.

"If you become emperor, then the Gods will have truly abandoned us. You'd certainly try and take over Miwa for their exotic womanfolk."

"Baaaaaaaaaaaaaaah." Zorzal scoffed. "That's what your problem is, my cousin. You're always so uptight. You need to learn how to relax and let loose. These women can work wonders." The statement was met with the giggles of these undoubtedly tempting sirens.

"And you're too carefree. Maybe if you put some concern into doing your job, you might actually be able to catch that Denzalcian general." That comment hit Zorzal in a nerve, and caused his attitude to take a turn.

"Don't bring him up, Savagii. He causes great pain to all of Sadera ever since his father became a recluse after the last war. Now he skirts our borders and causes trouble. I don't see you doing any better!"

"I'm about to take initiative and see that the Otherworlders have someone to stem any progress they make, they've been quite content to sit at the Gate if recent news says anything, but that can change in an instant. Our dear friend Diabo is surely content in keeping an eye on the Orcish barbarians to the east assuming he isn't up to his head in board games with the patricians. We must each pull our own weight and make preparations. In case you haven't heard, father has summoned us." Savagii said.

"Yes yes, I heard the summons. No doubt to tell us more of what we already know." Zorzal muttered.

"The vassal forces are being prepared, and a Legate is to address the issue. I intend to make my presence known as well. This entire fiasco wouldn't be happening if you hadn't gone across that Gate and into the Otherworld." Savagii said.

"I was ORDERED by the emperor to do so, and brought a large enough force should things go wrong. I was planning for a scouting run. The army was so if anything happened or I found something interesting I could bring it back! I wasn't expecting to find a world full of savage soldiers with magical weapons!" Savagii decided to drop the matter here.

"Then why didn't you just pull back then and there? Save us two legions and a world of hurt?" Zorzal just growled and turned away. Savagii in turn scoffed and left. He had a duty to attend to, and Zorzal was just going to waste more time. "JUST get to father. We have a job to do. And for the love of Solaris, don't be late again."

Savagii moved to leave the room, and heard Zorzal's calling for requests from whoever wanted the 'royal treatment.' He shook his head. That man was more of an annoyance than a damned goblin.

Zorzal; were it not for his brute strength and dogged determination to fight amongst the action himself, he'd most certainly be a useless lump of meat. But then again that 'meat' combined with how much of an aggressive fighter he was made him popular. Not just for the ladies, but across the empire. They say there are three men every maiden wishes to fornicate with in the empire. A gladiator, a chariot racer, and Zorzal. It was his temper, his eager willingness to fight, and his skills in battle combined with his overall handsome looks and bulk that made him so loved. The Saderan people in general had a positive opinion of him as well. Although delusions of grandeur as far as Savagii was concerned, Zorzal's hope of being emperor one day was not entirely out of the realm of possibility. With how popular he was, the throne was practically just an election away. The other thing keeping Zorzal from being a total luxury den lurker was his own vendetta against the Denzalcian Commonwealth, particularly that against their general, Hannibal Barca. No doubt that when things ramp up from this he would strive to go west to address the Tylis situation assuming it wasn't already too late. No word had come from the city besides that the forces sent to reinforce them had yet to arrive. No doubt the cunning Denzalcian would take action on this.

For now though, Savagii sought his friend, Diabo. The man was essentially the opposite of Zorzal. Preferring instead the game of a strategist and commanding behind the lines to Zorzal's bravado and getting into the muck with his men. Diabo preffered thinking, laying out plans, using his brain. Though at times he could be caught thinking about things too long. But when he decided on something, it was as sure and brutal as Zorzal's sword arm. A few minutes of searching later, Savagii found him in one of the palace's gathering rooms, playing among the patricians in what is apparently the biggest game of chess they've ever had. Long auburn hair, less muscled than his fellows, and bearing the physique of a man whose mind was the greatest weapon in his arsenal. A toga of yellow and white adorned his body. Savagii groaned and muttered to himself seeing the sight.

"Check." He calmly declared. The opponent muttered, then made another move. Then more moves were made, ended when Diabo called 'checkmate!' The room filled with the sounds of clapping, only to be interrupted by a clearing throat. "Oh, Savagii. Have you come to spoil yet more of our 'aristocratic drabble?'" Diabo joked, the surrounding individuals let out amused chuckles as they dispersed to let the two talk.

"First I find Zorzal in a darkened indoor pool with his many many mistresses and I find you here in these chambers with old men who have not seen a battlefield for years. Am I the only one here to remember his place in this damn palace?" Savagii growled.

"Savagii, Savagii, truly you understand the fact that we all have a few differences here and there, lest we all end up taking the same roads and clog the flow of life." Diabo with his big words again. it was near impossible to aggravate the man.

"Yet you somehow end up still deciding which of those roads to take while everyone is halfway to their destination." The comeback caused a few chortles and laughs here and there, but Diabo was unfazed.

"Okay okay, you are right in that regard. I wouldn't be too quick to be so cruel though, I'm just enjoying what time I can before moving out. That IS why you are looking for me, is it not?" Diabo asked.

"Yes. Father has summoned us. It is time to gather and consolidate our forces." Savagii answered.

Diabo gave a simple huff. "So, I see Zorzal's bungle is being dealt with at last. After the 4 legions lost, we will need all the manpower we can get. Do we have plans for the rest of the continent? They will certainly not rest on their laurels while we engage these foes." All the men in the room began their murmurs as the two princes spoke.

"Hannibal is sure to cause trouble, the northern realms are for what we can tell content as is, and the east... well... you know." Diabo muttered to himself after hearing the mention of the area of the continent. "Altogether we have quite the situation at our feet with these Otherworlders consolidating at the Gate."

"Baaaaaaaaaaaah, it sounds like you're all we need to do this. Someone must keep an eye on the eastern parts of the continent, and I'm one of the choices to ensure that is!"

Savagii stopped Diabo before he had a chance to continue on. "I'm simply here to tell you father has summoned us. If you wish to filibuster about bout that, take it up with him. Who knows, it may be a chance to avenge your grandfather." With that, Savagii took his leave, the mention of Diabo's grandfather would be a good enticing factor to ensure he would answer the summons. Even as he returned to his chess game.

Having seen to his task, Zorzal dismissed his guards as he returned to the outside of the palace. A short walk later he entered another large dome structure to the sounds of hissing and growls. "Leonius, I have returned!" Shortly after that statement, the sound of what could only be described as deep bestial groaning was heard. But to Savagii, it was just the sound of a friend excited to see him after so long. The structure he had entered was the pen for the dragons belonging to the emperor and his family. They ranged in size and shape, but they all shared the function of mount and companion. And Savagii's mount, Leonius was no different. A few cells in and Savagii found the dragon's snout poking through the bars sniffing for him. The moment those reptilian eyes saw their master, the dragon's joy became uncontainable. Savagii couldn't help but laugh as he came over to the bars, his hands running over the dragon's snout. Said dragon bigger than a horse that bore scales in brilliant shades of teal, ranging from the greener side to the bluer side. The eyes were mesmerizing reptilian irises over pink. The scales were sharp, smooth, with two white horns that curved up. Four legs of thick muscle with strong wings and a tail.

"Ahhhhhh I know I know, I should be spending more time with you. I've been so busy, please forgive me. They took good care of you here, did they not?" His question was met with grumbling growls from Leonius. "Oh come now, it's not THAT bad." More grumbles was the answer. "Oh hold on now, you're the one who went out of his way to sack the storage silos that one day. And suddenly it's MY fault because I trusted you? You realize that just supports the idea of 'locking you up like a beast,' right my friend?" Silence met Savagii after that, the attendant there making with the keys so the dragon could be let out. "I swear, you're too stubborn for your own good, perhaps it's best if we leave you tied up on he- BAH!" The door unlocked, allowing the dragon to push the door open and pounce upon his master. Nuzzles from a scale covered snout followed as more excited groans left Leonius.

"Down! Down! BAHAHAHA down Leonius! Down!" Clearly the dragon was okay and was very close to his master. Savagii received the dragon when he was but an egg as a present for his 5th birthday from the northwestern kingdom of Belka. After hatching, the baby and young boy would go on to become respected and feared. The war he fought against an Ictun invasion saw to that. Nowadays the two busied themselves with simple antics when they were not on the warpath. Until now that is. Leonius finally backed off so Savagii could get up.

"He has been a good boy, if not troublesome when it is time for him to come back inside." The keeper jested. "Leonius is always a joy to have here, I just wish he would listen more."

"Bahhhh he only listens because he wishes, that's just how he is. But he is a loyal friend as any dragon should be. He proved that when the Ictuns attacked." Savagii answered with a grin. "My friend, we are going to the Senate. After that it is south to Alnus Hill, we have a new enemy." Leonius tilted his head. "Yes indeed. Storm clouds gather over the empire once again. A whole new enemy has come to our world." Savagii spoke to his friend as he and the gathering keepers donned the harness and saddle. "They wield strange new magic we've never seen and contraptions only a Dwarf would scoff at. We have much to do over the course of this conflict. I fear it will not be over quickly."

The statement was met with some more grumbles. "Ah yes. Then again if it was easy we would've ruled the entire continent long ago. Ah too tight? There there, how's that?"

"Savagii, is it true that these Otherworlders destroyed 4 whole legions within a week?" Asked one of the keepers securing the saddle.

"Mmmm, unfortunately. Such losses are indeed concerning, so quick in such short a time. We are in for a rough war."

"What is going to happen?"

Savagii responded with a firm smile. "What we Saderans always do. We persevere and learn from this. From there, we will find victory. And should we find ourselves attacked by more foes? Well, that will give us a sweeter victory. Worry not." Grumbles from Leonius followed his declaration. "Oh come now, Leonius. You're spoiling my attempts to comfort the man."

One keeper laughed. "I mean he does give better speeches than you do, Savagii." A laugh was shared between all from that.

"Indeed, who could disagree with such an eloquent speech such as that which Leonius gives? HE should be the next emperor!"

"HAHA! How does that sound? Emperor Leonius of the Saderan Empire! Everyone under him will get all the snacks they want!" Savagii jested securing the last of the harness. Leonius grumbled in response, as though partially amused by the jest. "There we are. Time to get going. Say goodbye to your friends for now, Leonius!" The dragon let out a short series of screeches as Savagii mounted him. He was answered by a small chorus of calls. Some small and quick, others deep and long. All dragons.

After saying good bye, Leonius made for an open platform overlooking the city. It seemed to stretch into the horizon. Beyond the confines of the grounds of the palace, sat short roads build upon columns leading down and into the city itself, and beneath and near these were the estates of some of the wealthiest individuals, often Senators and other very high level officials. A set of walls stood next, separating this area from a layer of barracks that ran across it, where many men were garrisoned and many more were trained before being sent abroad across the empire. This was also separated by a wall and river from the rest of the city. The river itself ran through it with many smaller rivers branching into areas through the city, the river itself emptying into a gulf leading into the Blue Sea, itself giving way to the entirety of the world's oceans. High above the city running down from the nearby mountains were a set of aqueducts that dispersed and ran throughout Sadera. Supplying the city with fresh, clean water. The rest of the city was made up of the living areas, both the better off citizens living in their domus and the working class citizens in their insulae.

"Hmmm what say you, Leonius? A short fly around the city before we address matters?" Savagii's question was met with an enthusiastic screech. "Well in that case, OFF!"

The sound of wings flapping gave way to Leonius taking off from the platform, flying over the sections of Sadera for official and soldier respectively before finally reaching the major parts. He was not alone up here, many other dragons with their own mounts also made their presence known as they patrolled for potential threats. Strapped into the saddle, Savagii had no worries as Leonius stretched his muscles, made twists and turns, and dove every now and then as they flew. They made a flyover of the Colosseum, for a brief moment Savagii could hear the deafening roar of the spectators watching the fun. And this brief moment showed him gladiators testing their skills against the likes of giant spiders. One would be surprised at just how powerful these men were. Those who survive even one match are guaranteed to be dangerous men! Be they condemned criminals, slaves, prisoners or the occasional volunteer with a lust for glory and gold. Such individuals however were very loved by the Saderan public. And with how rowdy these games seemed, no doubt it was hosted by a particularly generous patrician.

Continuing on with his flight, Leonius flew parallel to one of the aqueducts, entire swaths of water flowing down to the city. Leonius went up and left, taking another swoop which took them into one of the sections of the forum, the place where people met, speeches were given, and other grand public events in the city. Itself mutating and changing as the city grew. The section he found himself dropping by was a market area, filled with merchants, stores and people seeking products found across and beyond the empire. And as they say, 'if you can't find it here, it probably isn't worth bothering about.' The people obviously noticed the patrician riding his dragon going about and flying with such energy. For the most part though, they took well to it. It brought excitement to an otherwise ordinary day.

Further ahead, Leonius soared over the Circus Maximus. Yet another massive construct dedicated to the entertainment of the masses. In particular, chariot races. But it also hosted wrestling, athletics, and even plays and recitals. At the moment a very very close race between two teams of four, blue and red, was raging as both teams were neck and neck for the eventual finish line. The fact that there were multiple contestants for both teams was done to throw in more excitement. No doubt there were bets riding on this race as there often were. And of course there were surely patricians funding this whole spectacle. Alas, deaths could happen here as well, and not just from accidents. Fans of opposing teams could get extremely violent, especially if cheating was involved! The building was long and rectangular in shape, the track running across its length. In the center surrounded by the track were platforms for oratory events or wrestling. At times the track would be used for jousting tourneys, a practice that slowly gained strength in Sadera after encountering kingdoms in the north and east whose armies were made up of levies and knights. Though it was accepted more so for the activity itself rather than the somewhat foreign practice of Chivalry itself. The real enthusiasts finding themselves in the worship of Evangelus, the god of Light and Order. They were always the more 'honor bound' of Sadera's bunch. Alas, he himself was not free of such influences in his family, for his younger sister was hellbent on starting her own little order of knights when she was but a child. She's bound to appear at the upcoming gathering. She always wanted to jump at a chance to prove her order's worth.

Continuing on with the flight, Savagii flew over collections of insulae before reaching one of many horreums throughout the city. Large warehouses that store consumables. Mostly grain. But some hold olive oil, wine, other food and even clothing and marble. Such places are for emergencies, and many have been built and constructed throughout the empire. The Horrea Galbae being the largest of them, located right here in Sadera itself. Some horreum are purpose built for storing meat, others are located underground, all share the function of storage. Unsurprisingly, the building was empty of activity save the few Vigiles and Cohortes Urbanae guarding it. Some getting a chance to wave at the noble as he passed them by.

"Well! It looks like the city is doing well for the most part my friend. How about a spray of the sea?" Savagii suggested, earning a screech from Leonius as they gained speed towards the harbor. A truly massive harbor with man-made islands bearing walls and towers offering sentries and protection. The harbor itself home to many many ports. Primary of which were the Portus Classis, the seat of the empire's naval power and home to many ships of the line. A forest of masts with sails tied and closed sitting in port with crews milling about cleaning and lounging. Ships that were out and about ranged from the sloops that maneuver through reefs and shallow waters to truly massive first rates bearing deck upon deck of ballista, scorpion, and catapults. Often lobbing enchanted projectiles of fire to burn ships or ice to shred enemy sailors. All bearing flags and sails bearing the red Saderan dragon on purple.

Nearby this massive military installation was the Forum Piscarium, the great fish market of the empire. As is right for it is here that so many schools of fish are caught and brought back for sale. Most will end up being used to create the empire's most sought after foodstuff garum. Irresistible to all Saderans! Savagii had to remind Leonius that none of these fish were for him. He'd get to eat later. The rest of the harbor being dedicated to drydocks for repair and construction, warehouses for storage and delivery, and other docks for mercantile pursuits.

Savagii was caught off guard by Leonius taking a turn and diving right for the sea. "No nonononono don't you-" He never got to finish his sentence as Leonius dove into the sea, then went straight back up and into the sky. The sound an amused growl was met by sputtering. "Damn you, Leonius. I said a spray, not a bucket! You know I hate it when you do that!" Savagii's protests were if anything met by more amused growls. "I swear, Leonius. One day..."

The patrician let it slide for the time being, taking time to look about the rest of the city as they continued flying. Their next destination? The great wall surrounding the city. Well the most outer one anyway. As the mother city grew, walls became too small. Some were torn down to be rebuilt elsewhere. Others, like the ones surrounding the palace and homes of officials were among the oldest of walls and for obvious reasons stayed up. The walls currently standing were built around a hundred or so years ago, spanning the entire length around Sadera. As it currently stood, there had yet to be any houses coming up outside them due to lack of space. These walls were lined with towers spaced between one another. These towers hosting scorpions and ballistae among whatever archers came to the occasion, all this supported by a smaller number towers further back within the city holding pens for dragon patrols. Leonius ran the length of the wall, going past two gates leading into the city before finally making way back to the Senate building.

One last destination they flew by on the way back; the Pantheon. The greatest temple in all the empire, dedicated to all the gods. Surrounding this massive, magnificent structure of white marble and magical lights were the 11 original temples built long back in the city's heyday. While each temple had similarities such as marble columns, great spaces for the masses, and rooms for lectures and teaching, each had their own nuances and differences in appearance as much as form. They all stood in a MASSIVE circular forum around the pantheon where all the gods could be honored, where in the front entrance of the building lay a massive fountain made of pure glass with water in all the color spectrums. Magic was a beautiful thing.

Upon reaching the Senate, Leonius slowed his speed, making for the ground and finally landing so Savagii could depart. "Now. Stay here. I'll be back." Leonius grumbled his acknowledgement as his master made for the building, an attendant seeing to him. Entering the Senate, Savagii took note of the senators once more gathering. The emperor had already made declarations for what he expected for the future of this war, but like any decision it paid to discuss it further. If for no other reason than to ensure nothing is left to chance. No doubt the biggest concern was interference from outside parties, chief among them being the Denzalcians. For very good reason, as the coins of the commonwealth could often be found in the purses of many who attacked Sadera besides their mercenaries. Be they pirates prowling trade ships or other peoples in a war against the empire. Not to mention agents or even worse, bribed politicians!

"Savagii." The greeting was parroted by just about every senator and official he came across, nods of the head as he passed. He responded in kind to them as he made way to the central chambers. Sure enough, there was his father on the throne in thought. Sure enough, many senators were speaking among themselves before the assembly began. Sure enough, Zorzal and Diabo were NOT there.

"Damned sloths..." Savagii muttered under his breath. He took a damned flight around the city before coming here. And he STILL beats them after sending the summons. "Father."

Molt was broken from his thought hearing his son speak, a smile forming on his face. "Julius, my son." He stood from his throne, embracing his son. "I see your fellow patricians have yet to arrive."

"And after Leonius and I took a flight around the city. Can't say I'm surprised they are late."

"Bahhhh I expected that from Zorzal but not Diabo." Molt said annoyed.

"The two are more alike than we believe." Savagii jested, earning Molt's laugh in response.

"So they are, so they are. Go ahead and be seated for now, we'll talk later when the assembly is adjourned." Savagii did so, letting the time pass before said assembly finally started. Letting his mind wander as the dribble of the many senators speaking to one another. Likely the petty issues in their private lives. Who said that, what was decided there, who had more gravitas. He could care less about such trivial matters. He was never that into politics anyway. The fact he was here in his armor while nearly everyone else was wearing a toga was a screaming sign of that.

"Julius, Julius there you are." Then again, there were those who he was close to. Such as the man approaching him right now.

"Leontius! You old bastard, you never came around to buy that honey I offered!" Came the joyous reply from Savagii. Senator Leontius Titus. An old general, and an old friend to the younger man. He was there to offer guidance to him during those wars when Ictun armies invaded.

"Oh come on come on, my boy. You know I have no pallete for that stuff." Came Leontius' joking response as he took a seat next to the younger patrician. "Enjoy your time flying around the city?"

"Ahhh you saw that?"

"The entire city saw it." Leontius joked.

"Yes I did. Leonius did as well. And I can confirm the city is doing well. And yet I manage to beat my fellows Zorzal and Diabo here after sending for them. What a world we live in where the man who takes a fly over the city before a meeting beats his fellows who had ample warning from said man."

Leontius scoffed. "Zorzal at least can afford it. He merely needs to take off his armor and the entirety of the empire's women would vote him into whatever office he wanted, including the emperor. Diabo has to work harder for that. Though his chances are not that worse off. He will surely become a great administrator in some capacity. What of you? Surey you have given thought to your future."

"Mmm, I'll surely be a great senator after becoming head of the family. I won't wander far from the army. That I assure you." Savagii answered.

"Hahahahahaha, still the little soldier I knew from those years as a child."

"Ohhh hold on there old man, last I checked you encouraged me to follow such a path, especially when father became emperor." Savagii answered with a grin. "Well, what do you make of this situation?"

"The Otherworlders?" Leontius began, "It's concerning, that much is certain. 4 legions lost. It's a devastating tally in such a short time. There will certainly be a call for reserves given how little we know of this enemy, followed by a recalling of mages from Rondel. Magic has proven instrumental against them like it has with any other foe."

"You think we may see a full mobilization?"

"I don't see why we wouldn't. It's all but declared since the last gathering... and speaking of your friends are finally here." Leontius' attention was drawn to the entrance. Sure enough there were the two late arrivals. "Here's a prediction. Zorzal is going to focus his attention on the western regions in case the chance to strike at the Denzalcians comes up while Diabo will be given free reign ensuring the barbarians to the east do not act."

"And me?"

"You will most likely address this situation yourself... maybe even go so far as to investigate yourself?" Leontius answered with a grin. He knew Savagii pretty well. Savagii's own drabble with Leontius dragged on as the senators finally all assembled. Scribes and guards went about gathering the senators for the assembly. Once all the senators were assembled and sat, a single man on the floor came forward as the guards banged on their shields to bring order.

"The Senate is now in session!" The speaker began, an aged man whose voice was raspy yet firm. "We are here to debate on what actions to take on the issue of the Otherworlder invasion. The emperor speaks."

"Thank you speaker." Molt began, "Saderans, senators, friends. As we discussed before, we are to prepare for any advance from the Otherworlders. I have already declared a need for mobilizing reserves and developing new ways to fight from the experiences we've had along with deploying agents. Has there been any debate or discussion on what other actions we should take?"

A senator stood. "Senator Ovid Silenus has the floor." The speaker declared.

"Thank you. Senators, we must not let our fears of the Otherworlders distract us from the other dangers in this world. Especially the Denzalcians! We've already talked much about them, but it is all justified given our history. These strangers from another world know practically nothing, I am sure. But should they learn of this world they wont attack, they will make allies! The Denzalcians, the ICTUNS! It will take more than the forces we have stationed near Alnus Hill to hold them back." Silenus took his leave and sat back down.

"BAHA! Then allow me to address such worries!" Zorzal shouted, gaining the floor. "No doubt those perfidious peoples will make every attempt to undermine us as hostilities drag on. So we need someone to answer any aggression on their part. I propose a motion that I, Martialus Narcissus Zorzal, deploy for the west with the imperium to raise any forces necessary to meet or even punish the Denzalcians for any action they make!"

"And of course he'll likely use any action they make as justification." Leontius whispered to Savagii.

"The motion shall be decided upon later, Zorzal." Molt answered. "We still must see if anyone here wishes to add to the strategy."

"NONSENSE! That'll take forever, let me go now so you can get to that on your own time!"

"Later, Zorzal." Molt repeated more forcefully. Zorzal, slightly annoyed took his seat. Another senator stood motioning his desire to speak.

"Senator Zoticus Brutus has the floor." The speaker declared.

"Thank you. Zorzal, much like Podawan, is correct. We must be wary of potential interference from the likes of the Denzalcians just as surely as we must gather mages and men to fight." Some murmurs were heard as he paused. "BUT! And this is a big but, we must not leap forward before looking. We must not allow the fervor to fight this foe blind us to the future. Podawan, you say the magics we possess has been instrumental in fighting the Otherworlders. Such is true, but we mustn't rush to deploy our mages, especially those who are yet to become adepts, such as those still in Rondel!" Some more murmurs of agreement, even from the man himself. "And Zorzal, since you brought it up, we must indeed be ready to meet aggression from the Denzalcians. But, dare I say it, would it not be better to let them be the aggressors in such an act, let them make the first move so that we are not dividing our attention?"

"And let them strike when we are not looking!? YOU ARE MAD!" The senators began standing and having more intense arguments across the aisle. The speaker and guards banged their utilities to quiet the senators.

"Quiet quiet! I demand the floor!" Leontius yelled.

"Give him the floor!" Molt ordered. The emperor's demand, coupled with Leontius' relative popularity, was quick to diffuse the situation.

"Thank you, your majesty. Senators! Are we children or are we men? Zorzal, it is awfully bold of you to declare that Brutus is mad when you yourself have demonstrated little tact outside of fighting your foe or bedding a woman." A few laughs erupted much to Zorzal's annoyance. "Brutus is no fool. His words should be taken as caution with how different this enemy is. It has been a week since they have entered our world and they have been consolidating their position. And FOUR LEGIONS LOST. You say it is sure the Denzalcians will act, and I agree. But we must not let the fear of their Hannibal striking scare us! I am more worried of the Ictuns to be honest with you, fellow senators. I also believe it is best to let our mages in Rondel continue their studies. There's no telling how long this war will last, and it will be better for them to return as fresh and mighty mages. Let those we have out and about now be ready to meet the Otherworlders!" Clapping from the senators erupted from this declaration. "But by all means, if you feel the need to answer this call you feel, then go. But make an example... go yourself and use your resources to organize this."

Leontius sat down finishing his short speech. "Shall anyone else speak?" The speaker asked. Another senator stood. "Senator Caecus Jacobus has the floor."

"Thank you. We must also be wary of the east, especially those damned green boartooths the orcs. If any are to take advantage of this chaos, it's them." He began. "Save for the Uzca tribes, we need to prepare for a possible strike from them. But I also have an answer to this that I wish to pass as a motion when we reach the point of decision." Jacobus finished his declaration and sat down.

"Oh... I've been meaning to ask." Savagii said to Leontius, "how is your son?"

"Ah, Marius is doing well. He's due to finish his legionary training sometime this month."

Savagii smiled. "Good. You must be proud. Your son is sure to be a great legionary. I dare say he will surely become a great centurion in time."

"I do hope so... it would be a good way to know my son will serve as I once did."

"The motions are now to be decided." The speaker said, gaining their attention. "The first motion as suggested by Ovid Silenus and Martialus Zorzal to send preparations for a Denzalcian attack, under Zorzal's command and responsibility. Those in favor, make it known." Zorzal and Silenus among others were the first to stand, but slowly a majority of senators stood to support the decision. "The motion is carried by clear numbers."

"So be it, Zorzal." Molt said. "You will get your wish... but it will be your responsibility as Leontius suggested. Get your affairs in order and it is yours to command." The smile from Zorzal could be seen for miles.

"I shall, your majesty! You shall not be disappointed!"

The speaker continued. "The second motion. To summon the mages from the city of Rondel for war. Those in favor, make it known." This motion however was met with no standing men, not even Podawan stood, seeing the wisdom of Brutus' words. "The motion is defeated. The final motion, as Jacobus alluded to. Senator Caecus Jacobus has the floor."

"Thank you, we all know save the Uzca, the orcs are well given to infighting and raiding one another and nearby lands. I suggest that we run a propaganda war. We implement tribes attacking one another. They always do this, but we provide enough surefire 'evidence' that they'll be so enraged they'll be too busy killing each other to bother us. And I already have the methods in mind and am ready to carry them out."

"The motion is proposed. Those in favor, make it known." This motion was also carried by nearly every senator. "The motion is carried by clear numbers."

"This may well go down in history as the shortest Senate meeting ever." Leontius jested to Savagii.

"I believe we are well ahead of schedule for once. Does anyone have anything else to suggest or propose?" Molt asked. A moment of silence passed.

Then Savagii stood. "I do."

"Julius Savagii has the floor."

"Thank you." The man stepped down onto the floor, taking a moment to collect himself, unsure of how this would be received with how uncertain the war was. "Senators, I do not stand to make a motion, but rather an announcement. As we know, we are facing a very uncertain time with the Otherworlders at Alnus. We have already stated the need for knowledge and experience, but we have no real pool to draw upon. We need men to go out and gain this knowledge, and right now it is from the unfortunate bloodshed. With this said, I make the declaration that I, Julius Aurelian Savagii, intend to make way for Alnus Hill to spectate the upcoming battle."

This declaration was met with major murmurs and a concerned Molt. "In addition, I take upon myself the duty of answering the call for conflict as the Otherworlders make a sure effort to advance into our lands, and will be at the forefront to meet them. I cannot guarantee it will be expedient or quick, but I do swear that as with the Ictuns, I will do with the Otherworlders, and work to our eventual victory over them. Driving them out of our world and out of OUR EMPIRE!" The declaration was met with applause.

Soon after, the assembly addressed more trivial matters, then was adjourned. The fact that Savagii himself pledged to go and see the battle and learn of the Otherworlders would be spread to the people the moment these Senators left the chambers and the scribes sent their notes to the notice board. Already Savagii could feel Zorzal's unhappy gaze on him. This little stunt was going to pull some popularity from him no doubt, unintentionally that is. Not that Savagii cared. Though he knew his father would have some say in this.

"Savagii."

And speak of the man. "Father."

"Son... I... appreciate your boldness and your initiative. But there are better ways to do this."

"You mean agents and spies? Well and good father, but we need to start somewhere. The men who've survived cannot properly pass on their newfound wisdom. They're either mutilated, lost in the wind or being reorganized into other legions. And agents? That will take too long for us to get tangible results from. We need someone observing this without getting mixed up in the battle. Besides, what better way to prove to the people I'm a better choice for emperor than Zorzal as you would want many to believe."

"Your son makes a good point, your majesty."

"Good point yes, but that doesn't mean it isn't reckless."

"Father, you wound me," Savagii answered with a laugh. "Surely you don't think I would rush out into battle like Zorzal! I will stay back and be more calculated and observant like dear Diabo."

Molt scoffed. "Baaaaaah. You play a dangerous game so early in this war."

"As all Saderans do when wars happen. I'll be careful father. You worry too much." Savagii answered. "Besides, if not me, then someone else will do it. Better me in case it turns out I am no longer fit for command."

"YOU? No longer fit? Insanity! Alright alright son, but if things become too dangerous I want you out of there."

"Hey, it's me. I know my limits. Now then, I must see to Leonius. I must get affairs in order before I make way south." Savagii bade farewell, making way to the exit. He was encouraged by the senators he passed by on the way. He was about to mount Leonius when the sound of armor clanking reached his ears. Someone running by the frequency of it.

"Brother!"

"Gods dammit not now..." His annoyance was evident as he turned around. A woman entering her twenties came forth to him, hair red like fire tied into a long braid, well kempt with eyes to match. Her armor bearing shining gray with patches of red and pink, a rose emblem on her chest. It was her younger sister, Pina Coretta. "Hello, Pina. What do you wish of me."

"You are going to Alnus." She said matter-of-factly. Of course she'd know. Technically she wasn't supposed to be in the Senate building, a rule that applied to many a patrician, without an invite. But she had a habit of being more rebellious than her fellows, yet every now and then someone would get caught eavesdropping. Pina being a repeat offender. Savagii shook his head at this repeat offender behavior, looking back to mount his dragon. "I wish to go with you!" Savagii did a double take staring back at Pina.

"Sister, forgive me, but are you mad!?" Savagii turned fully looking straight at her. "Do you know what you ask of me? You wish to join me to the site of battle?"

"You intend to go and learn about the enemy. I want to go with you so I too can learn."

"Pina I may only be there to investigate and learn about them, but it's pretty clear that this escapade of mine is going to be EXTREMELY dangerous." Savagii reasoned.

"Then there's no problem with me going with you. I'll be staying behind with you... and my fellow knights."

Savagii grew more exacerbated. "You did not just say that."

"They are not as useless as you think, brother! They just need a chance to prove themselves!" Pina shot back.

"Well it won't be me they find it from. That is father's busine-"

"Father will never give us the chance to show our mettle! We must take the opportunity when it presents itself as you did when you first stepped forward to war!" Pina was not wrong. While woman were not barred from war, construction and other demanding jobs in the empire persay, it is highly encouraged that women stay home to ensure the children grow strong, the sick are healed, and should all else fail, be the guiding influence on the more temperamental of men. Pina however, as entitled to privileges and responsibility as she was has never really been able to get anything truly 'worthy' of her knights. The emperor himself has often seen to that, despite being the one to grant her request of becoming the head of her own order of knights. A father granting his daughter's request yet never letting her actually go through with it. He likely wouldn't have allowed Julius to go forth in the war against the Ictuns as a matter of fact, but his successes would put rest to any complaints that existed.

Savagii sighed. "Come now, Pina. Don't take it so personally. Father can be a pain in the rump but he is only looking out for us... you especially. He never got the chance to really reprimand me for my boldness in going south. You still have much to learn, dear sister. You simply need to be patient-"

Pina began to grow agitated, interrupting Savagii with, "I'm not a child anymore, Julius! I started this entire idea when I was merely 10 years old, and thanks to Grey we actually know how to fight! I'm tired of constantly being ignored for a chance to serve while you get heaps of praise for your actions! Gods be good, I was at this longer than you were in command of an army!"

"Don't you DARE assume you are more competent than I am!" Savagii yelled, his patience reaching its limit. It was one thing for his sister to be so confident in her own abilities, so sure of herself and longing for battle. But this? This was a step too far. "The most you and your order of women have done is fend off fifthly little goblins and the occasional bandits. I faced down the combined armies of the Ictun city states and defeated their phalanxes in battle! Not to mention that minotaur I killed, the story people love to circulate was NO easy task I assure you! Do you forget the burden that is placed upon men like me?!" Pina, taken aback held her tongue. This was the first time her brother ever yelled at her like this.

"Our titles, our achievements, our damned lives are for the empire. I had to pick and choose where and when legions marched and which cohorts to sacrifice if need be. War brings glory, but many battles bring disaster if not handled correctly! And the only thing worse than having to sacrifice the lives of your people is to see them wasted by a bad call or worse, arrogance! And when I go to Alnus there is a good chance I just might end up assuming command due to an allied commander's incompetence! I ask this of you sister, do you know of what I speak?"

Again, Pina said nothing.

"When you finally get your chance, you WILL know of what I speak of, and just how hard it hits. You are NOT coming with me. This conversation is over." With that, Savagii turned back to Leonius and mounted the dragon, leaving a dejected Pina and a collection of bystanders behind as he took to the skies. Leonius grumbled when they made a fair distance going back to the Palace to get affairs in order. "Perhaps I was too harsh, but she needs to realize war is as dangerous as it is glorious. There's so many things that can go wrong, and many dangers that are not obvious.

…

"He still out there?"

Itami's question to Kurata was directed at the scouts they were keeping an eye on, and being watched by, on their current watch. The base was being further established with many towers and emplacements for machine guns and mortars. Heavier guns such as FH70s and L16 mortars were already brought up to lay the hurt on any approaching armies. But such rounds would be wasted on mere scouts in a situation like this.

"Yep. He's still there... he's looking at me with that telescope of his." The situation wasn't unusual. Awkward, but unusual. A sort of 'phony war' erupted after the initial battle as the Coalition built up its position at the Gate while being watched by the enemy. Some of the Europeans Itami overheard brought it up, very much like the period of inactivity in Europe after Germany invaded Poland, sparking World War 2. Plans were made but actual military movements were all but nonexistent. Very much like what's happening now. "Man this is weird. We're supposed to be at war, right?"

"Yeah."

"So shouldn't we, you know, shoot him?" Kurata asked as though it was obvious

"He's probably wondering the same thing." Was Itami's answer.

"Yeah so?"

"Well, I guess what's the point? They kinda already know what's happening, and there's been no reports of more incoming enemies... soooooo yeah."

Kurata scoffed. "You don't care, do you?"

"Nope."

"Shut up, both of you. Seriously..." The voice of a woman came. Sergeant First Class Kuribayashi Shino. Clearly not amused about being stuck with these two. "I'd shoot him."

"Why don't you then?" Came the voice of another man, Sergeant Major Soichiro Kuwahara. A man who reached the age of 50.

"Well..." Kuri seemed to have no response talking to the man suddenly. Kuwahara shook his head. "I've only known you for a few days, Kuribayashi-san, and I can already tell your behavior is better suited for something other than soldiering."

"B- I'm better than those dunces over there!" She protested pointing to Itami and Kurata.

"Maybe, but at least they listen to orders and keep to themselves. I seem to recall you being a bit of a pain in regards to the menfolk in your unit."

Kuribayashi's face reddened at that. "NO I WASN'T!" An unamused, expectant stare from Kuwahara caused her to eventually say, "Okay maybe a little..."

"The heck. How does that happen?"

"None of your business!" Kuribayashi snapped at Kurata, causing the man to jump.

"Anyway, what did they call these guys again?" Kurata asked.

"The enemy? I heard the interrogation of the guy we had only revealed so much. Something about an empire." Kuwahara answered.

Itami sighed. "Empire...? That... that's a bit of an issue isn't it? Empires are basically huge, right? There's no telling how much they have at their disposal. And what, we have yet to even get basic map information of this place? We don't even know where to go."

"Chances are that'll be the job of recon teams." Kuwahara said. "Besides, not many drones we can use without satellites, and nothing beats just sending a team out to see for yourself."

"Then why make drones in the first place? Ehhhhhhhhhhhh..." Itami let out a sigh. "This place is taking every advantage away from us."

"Hohohohohoho! You kids. Back when I first joined we had no satellites or drones or silly smart bombs. We had our rifles, our tanks and helicopters. And we were happy with them!" Kuwahara boasted. "This war may be a blessing in disguise, encourage us to stop relying on computers and joysticks so much."

"Sheesh, Pops. You're so old-fashioned." Kuribayashi laughed.

As the banter continued, Itami was left to staring at the opposing scouts far across the hills. There were about 4 scouts out there. One paying attention to him, another looking elsewhere, and the other two tending to a fire they had to make their recently made food, said food was some sort of mush in a bowl. Kuwahara suggested it may be porridge. Four horses stood by them, ready for departure when needed. Without a doubt things with them were just as uncertain as it was with the Coalition. Itami was no fool... at least not as foolish as Kuribayashi would describe him as. He knew sooner or later someone would make a move, and he was almost certain it would be these Saderans.

That of course left him worrying about the future. If he was lucky he'd be here at the base for most of the war as part of the garrison. Sure sure it'd be cool to see the rest of this world, see what it held, maybe even the more exotic individuals, but he wasn't gonna hope for it with a war going on. Better safe than sorry as he himself would say, especially with how neutered their power was. In fact, from what he saw, the higher ups decided it would be a good idea to move older equipment from storage into service like the Russians were doing. He already saw a pair of shilkas sitting around. The AA tanks with the quad barrels for spitting lead in the sky. A good compliment to the Type 87s and Tunguskas. Not to mention the latter had missiles better suited for AA duty in this world with the lack of heat signatures. The only worry being numbers of dragons which would eat into the reserves and funds to replace.

Itami took a moment to look back at said fort. In addition to the towers and other fortifications, some trenches and barbed wire fences were being put up. Surely a way to slow down any hostiles that closed the distance, however unlikely some may think it be. It was no bastion, but it was already capable of putting up a fight. The vehicles already here would provide extra firepower with the digouts. Simple holes vehicles could drive into for better defense. Beyond that, well it came down to the infantryman and his rifle.

"Heya, what are they doing?" Kurata's question was directed towards the scouts. The binoculars showed them getting up, kicking dirt into their fire and their utensils into personal bags. One single man was reading a paper he had, a bird resting on his forearm. Falcon, eagle, some bird of prey. He rolled the paper and tied it up before slipping it into a small container on the bird's body. Itami realized he was looking at a messenger bird, which was now sent back and flying elsewhere in the area. Likely to more scouting parties.

"They got a messenger bird. Looks like they're moving out." Itami answered. Kuwahara was on it instantly and got the radio.

"We just gonna let them go?" Kuribayashi asked incredulously.

"Unless we're told otherwise, yes." Itami responded.

"And it looks like we are." Kuwahara added. "Looks like multiple teams are reporting the scouts heading out. Something's going down."

"Well we oughta shoot these guys before they can escape, what are we waiting for come on!" Kuribayashi was stopped by Kuwahara, who dragged her back to the Toyota HMV. Essentially Japan's 'Humvee.'

"You get in there and be ready to go back to base." Kuwaraha shut the door, leaving an annoyed Kuri inside. "How does a woman like that get into the army? She's smaller than most, her temper is too volatile, it makes no sense." The old man sighed as the other two in the pack came over.

"My guess is she used her goods to get in." Kurata joked, referring to Kuribayashi's rather 'gifted' physique.

"Unlikely. If anything that's reason to keep her out, she's so unwieldy. Close quarters expert or not."

Itami groaned. "Talk about it later, let's just get back before we get yelled at." He took the passenger seat as Kurata took the driver. Sure enough, their approach to the base revealed the other teams returning. In addition, activity around the base was ramping up. Men bringing ammunition crates to defensive positions, tanks and IFVs rolling into the digouts, and whatever artillery weapons setting up their ranges.

"Heya Pops, what did they say on the radio? What's going on?" Kurata asked.

"Not sure. They only ordered all scouting teams to return to the base as soon as possible." Was the answer. The group went forward looking for some sort of indication of what was happening, but already they had their suspicions. An enemy force coming. What else would make them get recalled to a base moving weapons around?

"Hold on." Itami began. "I think I know where to get answers."

"Hey! Where are you going?!" Kuribayashi shouted after him.

"Bah, let him go. We'll find out in time." Kuwaraha assured.

Itami for his part made way to look for a particular man. He only saw his face once, but it was hard to forget. And to his credit, he found him. The American captain, Mitchell, was returning to the base with a team in tow. "Mitchell-Taichou. Taichou! What's going on?"

"I'm sorry?"

"What's going on? We just got called back and the base is going nuts!"

"Put simply? We got an enemy army heading for us." And just like that Itami was eating his words.

...

The war room had staff making way here and there. No rushing, but the air of urgency was clear.

"As we know, we have several armies heading for us from the southeast. We have to assume more are on the way." Keating began. "We have clearly identified Saderan legions heading for us from the northwest. Two of them. But the armies heading to us bear different flags. Whether these are vassals or allies we can't say for certain. But enemy estimates are well in the tens of thousands. Probably more."

"We won't be able to hold out against those numbers as we are now. Not if they attack all at once." Borislav noted.

"A Russian suggesting that numbers may be beaten? How strange." Hazama said.

"Many forget the United States is to thank for getting the Union through those days of the Nazi invasion, or have you forgotten the Lend Lease program? It's what helped assure our quantity beat German quality. And our lack of knowledge along with an inability to use many of our most advanced systems is going too prove that their quantity will beat our quality if we don't play smart. Not to mention we still have a backlog of supplies to get here."

"Borislav is correct." Arnaud said. "If we are to have a chance at winning this fight we must keep an eye on the enemy at all times. We have a load of those Phantom Pro drones from Japan, and the Americans have those older Cypher Drones that can help with reconnaissance."

"Correct, it was a simple matter. Too bad we can't use the predator drones. I heard rumors DARPA is running around trying to make models that don't rely on satellite infrastructure, but that's not saying much."

"Hmph. Looks like it all comes down to the infantryman and his rifle." Valentine began. "Get the sentry guns into places we have no emplaced weapons and my riflemen will hold the line."

"Ja. We must fill these positions and bunkers with men while whatever artillery we have opens fire on approaching enemy force." Berathraben commented.

"We'll need more, I'm sure. Especially air power. Any word on those helicopters we're supposed to get?" Shin asked. "Hazama, Keating. You have reserves coming in, right?"

"If we still had a mainland presence in Japan, I would. But after the decision after the Artemis Invasion we pulled out. It's all on Hazama for that air support."

"I'll send word immediately. They've been trying to maneuver the reinforcements through the quagmire of supply convoys and the recent eruption of protests. Looks like the citizenry are already protesting this whole thing."

"Let me guess. They're 'concerned' about all the activity having an effect on everyday life back home." Shin asked.

"Bahhhhh you know how it is. It's been years of isolation for us and this holds a lot of ramifications. Thankfully they said they would arrive within the next couple of days. 4 Cobras and a number of UH-1Js." Hazama answered.

"Well those protesters better hope we don't have to retreat because of the bullshit they help stir up. That'll cause even more issues." Valentine said with a sneer.

"That's for the politicians to deal with. Assuming they do their job." Arnaud answered. "So long as we can maintain a major defensive line we have a chance. In addition there is some good news. Looks like that rainstorm isn't the only one to fall. We have another storm coming in the next couple days as the meteorologists here said. And we know armies like this tend to not fight in such conditions. The mud slows their movement, making assaults hard. Agincourt is a textbook example."

"Assuming they don't pull some magic out of their ass, that's a good point." Valentine commented. "Though the ground is still fairly muddy... maybe we aren't as screwed as we thought."

Keating made way to leave. "I'll organize teams for recon on the enemy force, keep an eye on them. My friend, Colonel Gordon will oversee the bulk of the army. And unlike other folks he'll be able to act without these fancy satellites and gadgets just fine."

"Looks like our plan is in place, gentlemen. Well let's get to it. I need my tea before shit hits the fan." Valentine declared.

...

King Duran looked upon the future battlefield and towards the enemy base in the distance. Small, but developing. This surely wouldn't be an easy fight.

He certainly did not want to be here... and it was in his power to put someone else up to it if he desired. But many of the other nobles that would be proper choices were either inept in their abilities or the sort of person that would suck up to Saderan command. Those loyal to his own ideals far and few. Elbe was certainly in a strait of troubles. The summons from Sadera were certain of that.

Elbe, like the other nearby kingdoms were only recently brought into the sphere of Sadera's influence under the Emperor Titus Augustus, father of the current emperor Molt. The approaches between the two sides decided the outcome, Sadera had far more manpower than the kingdoms, but their soldiers were also better trained and equipped. The kingdoms relying on their levies and cores of household warriors and knights with whatever magics and warbeasts they could summon. Elbe being the chief fighters He stepped down years ago. The outcome being obvious after many battles that saw the empire drive further and further into their territory. Elbe and the other kingdoms sued for peace and became vassals. Which for Sadera is 'prolonging the inevitable.' It's only a matter of time before their ways imposed on the kingdoms.

While Molt has proven he can rule, it was a rule that had little in the way of opposition. Up until now, there was no real opposition or conflict outside skirmishes with Denzalcia or raids by orcs. It was this atmosphere that led to the kingdoms being more bold in their requests. Sadera wouldn't just invade to put them down, as ready for war as they were. That can be a bad sign for other subjects. But now, the idea that it could be done was slipping away.

Duran has learned of the enemy's capabilities like his fellow kings have. These forces dealt the empire a seriously bloody blow. Now the Saderans went to studying and adapting to the enemy while the vassals along with 2 legions of their own began a push to drive them back across the Gate. If these Otherworlders were as powerful as they were said to be, the tally would be bloody indeed. But it could be done, and if lucky, the vassals could come out of it with enough strength to prove their worth of independence.

"Your majesty!" The voice of one of his mounted soldiers drew his attention. "We have spotted what appears to be enemy scouts two hills ahead."

He knew well that they were there. And that they were running back to their unfinished fortress. "Leave them be. We must hurry to meet the kings." Duran raced to the front of his forces marching under their own flags to the large tent collection ahead, where the other forces awaited the final army to arrive. The kings and dukes gathered in a large tent to discuss strategy.

"Gentlemen."

"AHHHHH the Lion of Elbe! You're finally here!" The voice of his fellow monarch, Ligu came. Duke of the League Principality. He was an elected official, chosen to offer decisive decisions should the council of nobles made up from the cities in their lands could not come to a decision. "About time, we were close to dying of boredom!"

"Ligu, my friend. I see the coming times have not incentivized any change in you." Duran jested.

"Oh come now, Duran. You surely can't expect such a thing like that. Then I wouldn't be the Ligu you know and get along with!" Ligu replied with a laugh.

"We don't get along with you regardless, so there wouldn't be much change." The king of Alguna, a man by the name of Sylvester commented.

"Oh come now Sylvester, do not be so cruel! Remember the time I got your daughter that big gem from the markets in Sadera?" Ligu protested.

"It's never enough for that girl, gods be good." More laughter erupted from the gathered men.

"Maybe if you got her a proper man instead of that louse you call a noble she'd be prim and proper." The king of Modwan, Harold said.

"Oh he's quite a strange one indeed."

Including these four men. A total of 10 leaders were here, all vassals from the southern ends of the empire. With the incoming Legate and his two legions, assuming another Legate wasn't coming, that would be 12 leaders. The numbers were clear. Elbe brought the biggest force of the vassals at around 12,000 men. Mudawan, the League, and Alguna brought 8,500, 9,000 and 9,500 respectively. And the combined other soldiers brought a total of 22,000. Added to the two legions, that's a total of 71,000 men. Any more manpower from the vassals and there would be significant impact on the fields and industry of their economies, their feudal-monarchy systems being the way they were. Sadera didn't have that problem much to their chagrin.

And compared to the Saderan forces, these kings ran a more feudal levy system. Sadera developed standing professional forces. Their legions are numerous, well-trained and equipped, and can call on many resources and great manpower for their use. The armies of the allied kingdoms, and several other lands around Sedera's influence had smaller numbers of proffesional soldiers concentrated around single individuals like nobles and kings or communities. Some could develop and maintain larger armies than others in addition to the warbeasts and mages they had as equalizers. Thus these armies often rested in the lower to tens of thousands in start contrast to Sadera who could go well into the hundred thousands of currently standing forces.

That said they were certainly not lacking in prowess or capability. The household soldiers and privileged elite operating on foot or on horseback with some of the finest armor and arms they could buy, especially of the enchanted kinds. Some of their number were men-at-arms composed of nobles and commoners alike in plate armor who also fought on foot or on horseback. These men fighting alongside levies of archers, spearmen and other common soldiers with varying gear, be they peasants or otherwise. But all met a standard of expectations. And such details are a general way of looking at things.

"We hold a clear numerical advantage." Ligu said.

"So did the empire at the previous battle, and they were defeated. We can't rely on weight of numbers to carry the day."

"Oh come now, Duran!" Ligu protested. "The empire has more men than they know what to do with, and they can fight till the end of time. We are not so fortunate and must end this battle quickly lest our enemies, those within our borders, get ideas."

"We are already facing that predicament. The Saderans are yet to arrive, so you must listen. Can't you see?" Duran began. "This entire thing is a charade. The emperor could've summoned plenty of legions to overwhelm these invaders as he's currently having us do. But instead he has us. And if they really can defeat foes more numerous than themselves, that advantage is lost to us with every minute that passes."

"Perhaps, but you're being paranoid. We outnumber them by a hefty margin without a shadow of a doubt." Ligu assured.

"Don't let that lead you to complacency, Ligu. Down that road lies death. As for your comment of the empire's numbers. They usually know how to use their numbers and how to maneuver them. When to commit them. You make it sound like all we need to is throw our soldiers at the enemy."

"My lords if I may." Sylvester interrupted. "We should discuss HOW we are going to go about that before we argue. We need a plan if anything." From there, the monarchs talked late until sunset. Their talks interrupted by a messenger from the incoming legions.

"We have 2 legions marching here as we speak," the courier said, "what is the situation as it stands?"

"We saw the enemy massing around the hill, and who knows what else is happening over there. Even as we speak, the enemy is fortifying their positions."

"Duran, sir, we must hold the enemy until the Imperial Army arrives, lest they decide to attack first." Stated Ligu.

"That is unwise." The courier said, "Until our army arrives, we wish for you to wait. However, should we not arrive when the sun ascends above mountains themselves, then you have full permission to attack." The courier said.

"Understood. My army will take the front line." Said Ligu.

"No, mine will." Said another leader. The leaders began to argue, much to the annoyance of Duran. That was until the sound of ruckus outside in the camp were heard. Some of the gathered leaders assumed it was but some of the peasants in their army acting up. That was until someone else entered the tent, bearing high-ranking Saderan armor of green and light blue. Utter disbelief came over everyone's face. It was none other than the son of the emperor himself, Julius Aurelian Savagii.

"Julius Savagii?!" Came Ligu's outburst of shock.

"Your majesties. Duran, Ligu, sirs. I trust I'm not interrupting anything."

And just like that, Duran, sure of what this entire battle was, was stupefied. If this battle was a ruse, nothing more than a chance to weaken the vassals who were clamoring for less Saderan involvement in their lives, than what in the name of damnation was Savagii doing here?! Surely he himself knew what this battle was all about, how dangerous it was and how much smoke and mirrors it composed of! The emperor would not allow his own son, as brave, active and capable he was of coming here!

Would he?

"Courier. I take it you were finishing up your message to these men?"

"I... yes sir!" The soldier responded, as shocked as the others.

"Excellent. I'll learn of what I need while here. I know of the legions marching this way. When you get back to them, let them know I've arrived and will have a plan of attack when they get here. In addition make sure they are ready for a fight the moment they arrive. There's no telling what will happen in this battle." Savagii ordered, the courier responded with a fist to the chest and nod before departing back to the legions. A Saderan salute. Leaving the leaders with Savagii.

"Surprised?" Savagii asked rhetorically. "Hah, worry not. So was the Senate. By now I'm sure word of my decision to fly here has spread across the provinces around the mother city. Tell me the short story."

"I... well..." Sylvester began recomposing himself. These men knew the sort of individual Savagii was of course, having defeated a great Ictun invasion. "We have 71,000 men, combined with your incoming legions. We planned on attacking them altogether with one fell swoop, surrounding them from all sides and forcing them back through the Gate as Duran and Ligu proposed."

"Mmmm, yes. Yes that's a good plan!" Savgii said in approval. "It may be our best bet with how unknown this enemy is. All we know is that they have weapons that let them fight from a distance, much like our own crossbows and bows. Whether it's magic or something else I cannot say. That is part of why I am here, to learn and study them in battle so we can get a better idea of how this war will go."

"You say that as though we will not succeed." Duran noted.

"It's hard to say, I must admit. I myself however believe we are just getting started. Hence why I will be here studying them. I will intervene and get involved as necessary." The Saderan leader said. That brought more doubt into Duran's mind about this being a 'facade.' And surely in the minds of everyone else here this is destroying the idea of this being the case.

"We'll do as you planned, surround and suffocate them. But I have another part of the plan. How many crossbow men and archers do you possess, and more importantly, can you arm more of your men with ranged weapons?"

"You want us to what?" Harold responded.

"It's a matter of power and projection. We have more men, but theirs are more dangerous on a per individual basis because of the weapons they possess. To make it more identifiable, imagine each of these men are holding a crossbow. One that could fire multiple arrows without reloading. You can see the challenge we face." And that sold the idea of the conundrum the men were in.

"... I think I brought extra crossbow pieces in my supply wagons." Harold answers.

"We're no elves but my men can be decent archers. A few extra bows never hurt." Sylvester added.

"And those we cannot arm..." The grim implications were dawning.

"But it all hinges on attacking them. We must come at the Otherworlders all at once." Savagii added, pointing on the map. "it'll be difficult to close in on them as we get closer, where our numbers will interfere, so we must ensure good order and discipline is maintained. Keeping ranks back at points to prevent congestion and ensure casualties can be replenished by their presence. In addition, any giants in your ranks will be vital to the effort. Get your siege weapons built, and they can carry them along with the ammo close to the enemy when we attack, not to mention they will be able to locate them on the field quickly. Use the mages you have wisely. We can't protect our whole army with their barriers, so we'll focus on frontal barriers while the rest offer support however we can. When the legions arrive, they will add to the efforts. We will either crush them in one fell swoop or be pushed back. As if we fail, they'll have ample time to further reinforce their position. Any questions?"

No one spoke.

"Good... I thank you for your hearing of me given how quickly I came into the plan. I will let you act as you see fit, get what rest you can, and prepare for the battle. I will offer support however I am able." Savagii gave his salute and left the kings. Not even here for a few moments and he formed what was probably the best plan that could be excecuted all things considered. He really was a leader.

"Unfortunately, my army could not take the front lines." Ligu said, looking down to the floor.

Duran sighed. "You were not paying attention. Even with what Savagii said, do not forget there is an estimated force of 10 to 13,000 enemies at the Gate. Our army is 71,000 men altogether, add to the approaching Imperial Army. Do you really believe that the only path to glory is to be at the forefront?" Duran asked.

"Then why do you not wish to be at the front?" Was the reply.

"Must I repeat myself? They were prepared and had a great numerical advantage, yet they failed. I fear we may be facing a repeat situation if we do not heed the call to adapt seriously." As Savagii so plainly put it.

Ligu laughed as though it were nothing. "Apparently even Duran, Lion of the Elbe Clan, is no match against the passing of time."

"Enough!" Duran's order was heeded. "Just stick to the plan and everything shall go well." Save for a few scowls, no one uttered anything. Tensions were clearly high now.

Into the night, the army constructed siege weapons and pulled out whatever ranged weapons they had for their soldiers. It was a surprising number, but they couldn't equip everyone. In the meantime, meals were eaten, prayers were made and rest was taken. There would be no doubt that this upcoming battle would decide whether or not this war would end quickly or drag on.

...

Mitchell kept watch over the hostile force along with his team.

He plus two other teams were all well hidden in the area, the enemy scouts having dispersed back when the armies were approaching. But they'd be back sooner or later, ensuring the way to the base was clear for attack.

For the time being, the name of the game was observe and report. When the bullets started flying, it would be up to them to watch for any moves made by the enemy and potentially exploit any opportunities to hit them in the back like last time. This time however it was hoped they could avoid the problems with giants and cavalry.

"Holeeeeee shit... that is a LOT of tents." 30k breathed.

"How fucking many are there?" Kozak muttered.

"You really wanna know? The CROSS-COM will probably break." Ferguson said.

"Cut the chatter, Ghosts. Keep it appropriate to the task." Mitchell ordered, wanting to keep them from talking too much. "That being said... there's way more than last time... enough to overrun the whole base."

"We have a plan for this, sir?"

"Make it up as we go. Do what we did last time. There's a lot of distance between the base and this camp, but we'll have coordination and versatility on our side." Was the captain's reply

"That's why we got the buggy?" 30K asked

"It's not a buggy, it's a Storm STRV. The vehicle the PJs use a lot. We're lucky to get our own models." Pepper pointed out.

"To answer your question, yes. Now keep quiet and alert. I don't want an elf finding us because you ran your mouth."

And it went like that for the rest of the night. Observance with updates sent back to base every hour.