Chapter IV – To War

"An armed attack against one or more shall be considered an attack against them all." – Article 5 of the JADP Charter

LOCATION: JADP HEADQUARTERS – CARACAS, VENEZUELA

DATE: MAY 18, 2035

TIME: 16:10:47

Two days have passed since Pres. Jameson's dramatic and rousing declaration that the United States was going to war and the invocation of Article 4 of the JADP Charter. Now, the representatives of all JADP members were convening to Caracas to hold an emergency summit with regards to the catastrophic attack perpetrated against the US and the consulate building of various other allied nations.

When the representatives arrived, international news crews tried their best to snap photos and get some words in but the JADP representatives were not interested to interact with the press at the moment as they entered the meeting chambers to commence the Committee of Atlantic Defense. The press were not permitted to enter as this was a closed door session as per protocol.

While all members of the Pact were in agreement to invoke Article 5, they still needed to iron out the finer details of the decision. Such as their primary objectives, limitations, intelligence sharing, military and financial obligations etc. It took the Committee hours of debate before they were satisfied and have achieved a consensus

Now ready to formally announce their decisions, the press were gathered to the public podium where the JADP Secretary General, Nelya Myronivna Ivanenko of Ukraine, was set to male the announcement shortly.

Several minutes later, SG Ivanenko and her entourage made their appearance and the press immediately snapped a few dozen photos of them as the Secretary General made her way to the podium where she placed some documents on the stand.

Soon, the journalists quieted down as the Secretary General prepared to deliver the Committee's decisions. "Good afternoon, everyone." SG Ivanenko greeted the people before her. "In response to the brutal and reprehensible inavsion perpetrated on May the 17th against the United States of America and the consulates of several allied nations, the Committee of Atlantic Defense met today. The Committee has determined, supported by overwhelming evidence, that the attack was done by an extra terrestrial entity, it fall under the provisions of Article 5 of the JADP Charter which states that an armed attack against 1 or more of the allies in Europe, Africa, and North and South America shall be considered an attack against them all. Embodied in the JADP Charter is the commitment of collective self defense was first entered into with circumstances vastly different from those we face now, but they remain just as significant and just as essential today – if not more. As such, it is the Committee decision to the formal invocation of Article 5 of the JADP Charter."

SG Ivanenko flipped to the next page of her documents before continuing. "The JADP allies have agreed today, at the request of the United States, to take the following 11 measures individually and collectively to expand the options available in the war against the Saderan Empire."

Once again, the Secretary General flipped to another page where the measures were listed. "First, the mobilization of the appropriate allied military assets as a means of readiness in the event another Gate appears."

"Second, take necessary measures to provide increased security for facilities of the United States and other Allies on their territory"

"Third, provide, individually or collectively, as appropriate and according to their capabilities, assistance to Allies and other associated states which are or may be subject to Saderan retaliation as a result of their support for the United States' war effort."

"Fourth, the enhancement of intelligence sharing and cooperation, both bilaterally and in the appropriate JADP bodies, relating to the threats posed by Saderan Empire and the actions to be taken against it."

"Fifth, backfill selected Allied assets in JADP's area of responsibility that are required to directly support operations against the Saderan Empire."

"Sixth, JADP and the United States shall uphold the principles of the Laws of War and the Geneva Conventions as the land beyond the Gate is considered to be completely outside of the jurisdiction of Earthen law."

"Seventh, provide humanitarian aid and sanctuary to all refugees and prisoners of war as a result of the United States' campaign against the Saderan Empire."

"Eighth, the deployment of the appropriate JADP military assets together with the United States' military in order to provide a JADP presence and to demonstrate its resolve and commitment in supporting our allies."

"Ninth, the Alliance shall spare no expense and effort in locating and rescuing all abducted civilians and return them home. JADP intelligence agencies shall make this their top priority."

"Tenth, JADP and the United States will do everything in their power as to not extend the duration of this war to unsustainable levels and to bring those responsible for this act of savage aggression before the World Court."

"Eleventh, JADP shall facilitate and support any and all diplomatic dialogue with entities not affiliated to the Saderan Empire to either secure their neutrality in the conflict or their support."

"These decisions clearly demonstrate the determination and fidelity of JADP to support and contribute to the US-led war against the Saderan invaders. Thank you very much." SG Ivanenko finished her announcement before she took a sip of water.

"Um, in case you have any questions, please identify yourself before asking." A JADP security personnel said as the journalists began to ask their questions.

One reporter was given the opportunity to ask first as she stood up. "Madam Secretary General, Joséphine Dutoit of Le Figaro. I've noticed that the measures you've discussed were quite broad in their meaning and intent. Was that deliberate? And will the United States choose a diplomatic route when they are ready to deploy?"

SG Ivanenko nodded. "Yes, the measures were made in such a general way because the United States of America has yet to decide on how it will respond militarily, diplomatically and in other ways. But they are designed in such a way that the appropriate facilities and capabilities can be utilized as needed. It is too early to know whether or not the United States wishes to open peace talks at this time but as Pres. Jameson said before the US Congress, they will accept nothing but absolute victory."

Ms. Dutoit was satisfied with the answers and sat down before another reporter was chose. For a few hours, SG Ivanenko answered all of the journalists questions to the best of her abilities but soon, it was time to halt the questionings and adjourn this press conference.

"I would like to thank you all for coming here and for your questions." SG Ivanenko commenced her closing remarks. "Once again, the JADP would like to express their solidarity with the United States as well as to Russia, India, Panama, Spain, and Indonesia at this moment of tremendous tragedy and sorrow. To the families of the victims, we give our deepest sympathies and regrets. The JADP nations unanimously condemn these monstrous acts against JADP member states. At this critical moment, the United States can rely on all of JADP for both support and assistance. Our message to the American people is that we stand with you against this terrible enemy. And to those that committed and sanctioned these terrible crimes, the combined might of JADP will bring you to justice. Thank you."

There was a resounding applause at SG Ivanenko's last words as she stepped away from the podium and exited the conference chambers.

LOCATION: WHITE HOUSE SITUATION ROOM – WASHINGTON DC, USA

DATE: MAY 19, 2035

TIME: 11:36:55

"Mr. President." The National Security Council said in greeting as they stood.

"Ladies and Gentlemen." President Jameson nodded in acknowledgement as he entered the room looking seriously exhausted. He let out a sigh as he sat down on his chair, prompting the others to do so as well. The President sighed tiredly and everyone in the room could see that he was not doing so well over these past few days.

He had bags under his eyes, his hair was slightly unkempt, and his complexion got a little bit paler were among other things they could overtly see. It would appear that the President has not been getting some much needed sleep with everything going on and they couldn't blame him. After all, the man had just got back from Caracas to join the JADP emergency meeting – not counting all of the fucked up shit that happened before.

No matter who you are, the weight of having to lead your country through a period of great strife was...staggering to say the least even to the most hardened of leaders.

Pres. Jameson took a few seconds to recompose himself before facing them. "Sorry, had a rough couple of days." He said with a shake of his head. The rest of the Council nodded in understanding. After all, they were in the same boat as well. "All right, let's get this started. Everyone, we are once again at war against an enemy we know next to nothing about and the only entrance to hostile territory is literally right at our own backyard but before we continue, I'd like to know the status of that so called 'Gate'. Has anything happened since then?"

GEN Drummond shook his head. "Negative, sir. We've maintained constant surveillance on that structure and have reported no signs of any unusual activity. Even so, we have the entire place on lockdown. Nothing and no one is getting through without being blown to hell."

"See that it does. Let's all be thankful that another of those things hasn't popped up somewhere…yet. I don't want another massacre to happen. Here or anywhere." The President was indeed thankful that so far, there has not been another reported invasion, but it was only a few days after the first one so they couldn't really be sure. That doesn't mean that they could breathe easier.

Strange forces that they could not comprehend were at work here and they couldn't afford to be caught with their pants down again. The cost would be too great to bear.

"I assure you, sir, that won't happen." General Drummond tried to placate the Commander and Chief's justified worries. "Our armed forces stand at the ready and are patrolling the entire country for any sign of such a phenomenon. The same could be said for our allies and the rest of the world. If one does pop up, we'll be ready."

Although it wasn't much, that at least alleviated Jameson's worries a little. "Thank you, General. What's the status of the mobilization?"

"As of now, sir, we are still determining which units will be sent through. The same could be said for our JADP allies." SEC Tenner reported. "It'll take us time assemble the troops and equipment."

"However, we have begun construction of a base on the other side, sir." GEN Drummond supplied after seeing the President looking troubled. "Thanks to our failed rescue attempt, we can safely pass through and the terrain is defensible. Once the base is operational and properly defended, we can begin transporting F-35s and VTOL drones to conduct recon flights and air strikes. Perhaps we can still locate the hostages in transit and mount another rescue. Of course, we had to send in drones with advanced radar to make sure that thing wasn't in the area. We couldn't fully move in without proper aerial protection should that thing show it's ugly face again."

At the mention of their failed rescue attempt, Pres. Jameson's face soured. He wasn't displeased with the men who volunteered. In fact, they had proven that even a company of well armed troops could hold back – even defeat – an entire army of enemies. He sincerely believed that they could've succeeded had it not been for that giant dragon.

Because of that beast, they had lost a lot of good men and the hostages slipped through their fingers.

"What do we know about that thing?"

"Nothing much, but from the intel we've gathered, it's a creature of myth." Dir. Kerstin said. "From what Count Colt Fortunato Umbrius Formal, the most cooperative of the prisoners, he said that the entire land is scared to death of that thing. He says it's an ancient beast of incomprehensible power and ferocity from before the time of recorded history there. Classified as one of the few elder dragons left, absolutely nothing could stand against it – not even the so called Apostles. The fact that we were able to hurt it and escape shocked the Count."

Pres. Jameson rubbed his chin. "What can we do against such a thing?"

"We're still analyzing the battle data and working on a strategy on how to properly kill it." GEN Drummond began. "It'll be difficult…but we will find a way."

The President nodded. Although not ideal, things were shaping up in their favor. "Now I understand that we now have the full testimony of at least one of the prisoners but before we delve into that, what can you tell me about these prisoners?" He asked, looking at his directors of intelligence.

"Simply put, sir, they're a bunch of pricks." Dir. Kerstin said. "Since they woke up all we heard from them was the following. I quote, 'The Empire will make you pay for this, you will rue the day you dare defy our rule, we will enjoy watching you beg for mercy as our armies crush you', and so on. This…Legate Siricus, one of the commanders of their invasion force, is the worst of them."

Pres. Jameson raised a brow. "One of? What happened to the other one?"

Dir. Kerstin shrugged. "Most likely dead, Mr. President. We haven't located a body so he may have been run over by a Bradley or something."

GEN Drummond chuckled. "Yeah, that's probably what happened. Seems like you got your hands full. Is there anything else we found out about them?"

"There is." The CIA Director nodded. "While most broke easily enough, some of the more experienced and hardened of them still need to be…persuaded. Ironically, it was Legate Siricus who was the first one to break. I guess he was all bark and no bite."

Dir. Cooper nodded. "Indeed and they have given us some very interesting information. I believe we now have a basic understanding of the enemy or rather, the Saderan Empire as it is named. We have also confiscated some maps and other important documents from their command center. Rest assured, whatever we've uncovered and analyzed is being shared with our allied counterparts."

Pres. Jameson and the rest of the Council nodded in approval. "Good, what have you found out about this empire?"

"If you would turn your attention to the screen." The Council complied and faced the large screen as Dir. Kerstin presented an image – it was a map of a continent of some sorts.

As the highest ranking and senior most military officer in the armed forces, the principal military adviser to the President and having decades of military experience under his belt, GEN Drummond studied the map thoroughly. "Is that the place where they came from?"

The CIA Director nodded. "Yes, this is the map of the continent of Falmart from what we've gathered. We estimate that it's roughly the size of Eurasia and most of it is under the control of the Empire. Most of our initial efforts would be focused around this area." The image zoomed in and at the center of it was a hill. "According to the prisoners, the Gate originated here – Alnus Hill. It's considered to be scared lands by the Saderans and the various races there." The position was highlighted for the Council to see. "Judging from the acquired maps and the accounts of the prisoners, we have reason to believe that the terrain surrounding the hill is mostly open fields all around the area; as confirmed by battle data from the rescue force."

"Continue, Director." Pres. Jameson said and Dir. Kerstin nodded. She then brought up the names of landmarks and locations that would prove useful for future operations.

"As you can see, Alnus Hill is surrounded by landmarks and settlements that may be points of interests for future operations. To the South, there is Tuba Mountains, the Schwarz Forest, and the Roldom Valley. To the North, there are the cities of Italica, Rondel and Bellnahgo, the Romalia Mountains, the Rho River, and other small towns. To the East, there is the Roma River, the Coan Forest, the Dumas Mounstans, and the Blue Sea. Now here is the seat of power of the Empire." Director Kerstin then highlighted the city to the North East of Alnus Hill. "Sadera, the Imperial Capital." Now that captured the attention of the Council. "It is approximately 380 miles from Alnus Hill and is connected to the cities of Telta and Proptor to its North East and South East, respectively. It is also connected to the Blue Sea suggesting that it may have a substantial Navy. We have been informed by the Count that that's the case as Proptor is the main base for the bulk of their Navy. It is also worth noting that the Empire has colonies on the two larger islands south of the continent." The map zoomed out and focused on said islands. "Clyrahm and Vrylk. We have been told that there are numerous Saderan colonies there."

SEC Tenner hummed in thought. "Those names sound familiar somehow. I don't know what most are but I know that Schwarz is German, and Dumas is French. Interesting."

Now he mentioned it, some of those names do sound familiar to them. Being individuals of authority, they were obligated to understand a few dialects and they all saw the similarities.

"True, we ran those names and their speech with linguistic programs and they came back that most of those words are nearly identical to our world's dialects." Dir. Cooper said. "We have detected forms of German, French, Latin, Greek, Russian, Spanish and other European, Asian, and African dialects."

This left the Council baffled and they were sure that the other intelligence agencies were also scratching there heads at this if they've come this far. Still, it with a few exceptions, the Saderans looked and operated much like Ancient Romans...or it looked like it to them at least. It would make sense that they would have some similarities with their counterparts here but that raises another question.

"So, what? Are you saying that this is some kind of...alternate Earth?" SEC Keaton asked with a little bit disbelief.

"We honestly can't say." Dir. Cooper sighed. "There are too many variables and factors we don't know about. Maybe this is some kind of alternate universe where magic exists on Earth, or this could just be another different planet but on a different universe, or we could be in the Matrix for all we know . We'd need more time testing this out before coming to any conclusions."

The rest of the Council nodded. It was both scary and intriguing but they had more pressing matters to attend to.

Pres. Jameson made a mental note to have their research departments look into this immediately after this whole war has been resolved. After all, only an idiot would sent research teams into an active warzone. If this really is a doorway between worlds and through space and time, it could change their understanding of everything – both in a good and bad way. Or perhaps he could hold it off until later. If the movies he has watched over the years has taught him anything, things like this tend to blow up in your face spectacularly.

Deciding that this was something to be discussed later, the Council studied the map for a few minutes. They'll be taking on an entire continent filled with God knows what else. Most predominantly was that large red dragon that decimated their rescue force.

The US military deemed it a priority target because of immense threat that it represents. That, and they wanted to skin the thing alive as payback. The Army and Marines were practically fighting amongst themselves as to who gets the next shot at the thing.

"What about the Empire itself?" SEC Tenner asked. "What do we have on its structure of government, population, economy, military strength?"

For this, Dir. Cooper took over. "From our understanding, the Saderan Empire is a pre-industrial, militaristic, autocratic and hegemonic state. Its political structure is nearly identical to that of the Roman Empire and is ruled by an emperor. In this case, Molt Sol Augustus. According to the Count, he was the one who authorized the attack on Central Park."

"Do we have anything on this Emperor Augustus?" VP Krantz asked. She wanted to know just what kind of man they were dealing with.

"Nothing substantial, it would seem." Dir. Kerstin said with a hint of disappointment. "Most of the prisoners practically worship him and revere him. Typical behavior for anyone under a monarchy of that scale, they sometimes tend to elevate their leader to near mythical levels if they're great enough. But Count Formal has given us a run down on him."

The Vice President nodded but she and the Council made a mental note to question if what the Count was saying was trustworthy or not later on. "He must have known him well, I suppose."

The CIA Director nodded. "I wouldn't say they knew each other personally. In fact, the Count doesn't like him, but he did have dealings with him on a few occasions and some of them weren't pleasant. Going by that, Emperor Augustus is an intelligent and calculating individual. He uses his massive military, political, and economic influence to get what he wants. He has placed those he controls in positions of power in the government to secure his position. That's all the Count could give us since the other prisoners were exaggerating."

The Council frowned. Given all that they have heard, they were dealing with someone comparable to Joseph Stalin post World War II. They were sure that there was more to discuss about Emperor Augustus and the other major players but for now, they need to move on before going back to that. "We'll return to Emperor Augustus and the other major players' character later on. For now, let's continue with how things work in the Saderan Empire." The National Security Adviser, Jeffrey K. Santos, said and the Council nodded in agreement.

Director Cooper cleared his throat. "Now while the emperor is a near absolute monarchy, substantial power is also given to the Imperial Senate. However, most are in the Emperor's pocket with very few willing to stand against him, according to the Count."

The Council nodded in understanding. Maybe they could turn those few into assets but that would have to wait.

"On a side note, according to Count Formal, there exist the concept of princes and princesses, indicating that they may have adopted a bit of medieval customs as well. An odd combination to say the least." Dir. Kerstin said.

"And who are these princes and princesses?" GEN Drummond asked, interested to know who these princes and princesses are. Possible HVTs to be eliminated or captured.

"From what we have been told, Molt has about 14 children but we have determined that 3 of them are of high importance. Princes Zorzal El Caesar and Diablo El Caesar, and Princess...Piña Co Lada."

There was a moment of confused silence.

"...Like the drink?" VP Krantz asked with an amused brow. "That's…odd to say the least."

Dir. Cooper shrugged "I know it's a bit...uncommon but that really is her name. Nevertheless, the first in line for the throne is Zorzal, a nasty piece of work from what Count Formal informed us. The second in line is Diabo and the princess is the fifth child overall and tenth in line for the throne, but she has a closer relationship with her father than some of the other royals. Princess Piña also commands her own order of knights called the Rose Knights. She is also the most tolerable of the royal family and is a friend to the Count; saying that she is the one most concerned about the well being of the Empire and its inhabitants than the others and secretly disapproves of the way her father and brother does things. Also, she has been pushing for some better social reforms with the support of the Count and some Senators but...that made her a laughing stock."

The President looked at SEC Tenner, GEN Drummond, and then to Dir. Kerstin who all nodded. They realize that while either or both of the princes could be captured as a form of leverage, Princess Piña could be persuaded to help them. In any case, she would be the one to watch.

"What about their military strength?" GEN Drummond asked, wanting to know what they would be facing in the field.

"Currently, we have little to no data on their full strength and capabilities and the ones we do have are the video recordings which are a great help but it's still not much." Director Cooper said. "But still, according to Count Formal, the Saderan Military is estimated to be in the hundreds of thousands and that's including all those creatures they have at their disposal. Going by our own assumptions, we estimate that their numbers roughly equal that of Ancient Rome at its peak – roughly seven hundred thousand, probably more since they control most of the continent. That also doesn't include the total number of soldiers from vassal states that they can call upon."

"This just keeps getting better and better." Pres. Jameson grumbled. "All right, what about them?"

Dir. Kerstin browsed through the documents before she found what she was looking for. "Seeing as this is a continent, there could be more countries there but there are currently 5 vassal states we know of. The kingdoms of Elbe, Alguna, Mudwan and Toumaren, and the Principality of Ligu. All of which are located here." The map highlighted the states' positions. "Approximately 350 miles from Alnus Hill, all in varying directions."

GEN Drummond hummed in thought. "How many men can they muster in such short notice?"

"Unknown, but Count Formal has stated that the kingdoms were able to raise an army 100,000 strong in 3 months." Director Kerstin said "We estimate that they could throw more at us though – possibly twice that number if they're pushed."

The General leaned on his chair and made some quick calculations in his mind. While impressive, the Saderans and its vassal states will need time to mobilize their entire armies, set up a proper supply chain, and establish a robust command structure. If they move fast enough, this war could be won just by using their aircraft. Fortunately, the F-35's were perfect for the job.

Then a dreadful thought came to him. "Wait, this Gate is some kind of passageway to another world, right? So, if it can be opened-"

"It can be closed." SEC Tenner concluded shakily.

GEN Drummond nodded. "If we do send troops there, we run the risk of stranding them there if someone or something severs the connection."

That was something the Council honestly did not consider. They didn't consider the possibility that the Gate could disappear from existence and strand their many brave troops to a very hostile world. They would damn every single man and woman they send there if that happens.

"What can we do?" SEC Eisenberg asked.

Advisor Santos sighed. "Unless we can find a way to keep that Gate open, we'll be risking the lives of thousands. We can't just solve this thing with science either because magic is something we just have no understanding about."

"Then we understand it." Dir. Kerstin said, making the others look at her.

"Understand it? How?"

Dir. Kerstin wordlessly typed on the laptop and the map zoomed into the city of Rondel. "This is the city of Rondel, it's basically a place for scholars. According to Count Formal, the city is the place where magicians learn their craft – basically, their own version of Hogwarts if you want to go into that Harry Potter stuff."

The Council considered that option and found it a viable one. If they could learn how to keep that Gate open or perhaps create their own version of the Gate, they can solidify their hold there indefinitely.

The President leaned back on his chair and thought it over. On one hand, he already made a commitment before the world that the lives of those that were taken were his top priority and Jameson wanted them back home. On the other, he would be condemning thousands of US and JADP troops to be trapped on the other side of the Gate if the connection was ever severed.

"I want a straight answer...do you think we can do it? Learn magic and keep the Gate open, I mean." Pres. Jameson asked seriously. The lives of thousands depended on this decision.

The CIA Director was silent for a few seconds before nodding. "We can...but it will take us time to understand how it works."

Pres. Jameson frowned before looking at the Council. "We proceed as planned. I can't let those hostages suffer while we didn't do anything to save them but I also want our forces to come home. In order to do that, we must capture Rondel and learn magic. Make sure the JADP is informed of this possibility and if they choose to withdraw, we will understand."

"Understood, Mr. President." GEN Drummond said. This was a tremendous risk…but the US and her allies had to try. They were honor bound to.

"Okay, now with regards to this request of forming a Joint Task Force, I'd like to know more." Pres. Jameson said.

Dir. Kerstin nodded before pressing a button on the intercom. "Send him in." A few seconds later, the doors opened and in came a man in his early 50's. "Mr. President, allow me to introduce George Rake, the Director of Clandestine Services."

Rake nodded as he stood tall. "Thank you, ma'am. It's an honor, Mr. President. Members of the NSC." He said in greeting.

"Please take a seat, Mr. Rake." Pres. Jameson motioned to the vacant chair which Rake took graciously. "I've already been informed of your proposal and I can see the need of such a unit since Task Force Stalker can't be pulled from their responsibilities here. Nonetheless, what would be there objectives and who would they be comprised of?"

Dir. Rake nodded. "Their objectives are simple, sir. Acquiring any information regarding the location of the hostages, deep penetration recon, carry out assassinations, blend in with the indigenous people, and direct air strikes on viable targets of opportunity. The usual. However, I won't be the one choosing the members, sir. I gave that job to the man who'll lead them."

Pres. Jameson raised a curious bow. "And who is the man you've chosen? You must trust his capabilities if you trust him that much."

"I do, sir." Dir. Rake nodded. "His name is CAPT Derek Westbrook. I believe you've already heard of him."

Immediately, Dir. Cooper pulled up CAPT Westbrook's record on screen for the Council to see. "Of course, he's the one who raised the Black Star alert and joined the defense." The Director said.

"Which reminds me." Pres. Jameson mused. "I'll be presenting medals to distinguished police officers and military personnel in an awarding ceremony in just a few days. Since CAPT Westbrook was instrumental in the defense, it's only right that the country shows her appreciation to his service."

"I'm sure he's appreciate that, sir." Dir. Rake chuckled. "But I don't think you'd want him known after all of you have seen his records."

Now, the NSC was confused.

"We've already seen his service record, Dir. Rake." GEN Drummond motioned to the Captain's documentations on screen. "From the looks of it, he's a veteran with a combat history stretching back to the War on Terror. He's got the scars and the decorations for it. To me, we're looking at a living legend. Why shouldn't he be honored?"

At his impassioned words, the NSC agreed with the General. It wasn't just to show appreciation and gratitude but in a political sense, they could use to garner more public support for the war effort.

Dir. Rake shook his head. "What you're looking at is his official watered down records." He held up a heavily encrypted USB drive before the Council. "These are his real ones."

SEC Tenner furrowed his brow. "What do you mean these are watered down?" He asked in confusion. "That's impossible. It's in the DOD database."

Dir. Rake said nothing as he plugged in the drive into the computer. The screen changed into the insignia of the Department of Defense with a login page. The NSC watched in earnest as Dir. Rake typed in the passwords and the files and images were displayed.

It was then the US President and the Security Council truly saw the monster their government had created.

Their eyes widened in utter horror at the macabre images being shown. Everything from bodies wrapped in bloody sheets, dismembered limbs, rooms covered in blood, burning vehicles with charred skeleton, blown up buildings, mass graves, disemboweled men and women hanging from meat hooks, and many more nightmarish acts caught by the lens of a camera. Even more terrifying is that there were hundreds…thousands more photos to be seen.

"Good God Almighty…"

LOCATION: CLASSIFIED

DATE: MAY 20, 2035

TIME: 10:51:11

Lying in bed in of the many prison cells was none other than Count Colt Fortunato Umbrius Formal. He was staring up at the ceiling, contemplating his current predicament and what would happen in the foreseeable future.

Since he found himself strapped onto a chair in that endless white void they call a room, Colt found himself isolated from whoever had survived that bloodbath…if there were any survivors. He pleaded with his captors to tell him be with the other prisoners but they denied every time and left him locked in a cell alone.

He let out a silent breath. The survivors were probably being subjected to the same interrogations he was going through, the Count was certain of that. He was also sure that most of them will resist – throwing insults and threats of retribution at the Americans but they would find out soon enough that it was pointless.

It could've been a whole lote worse though. The Americans could have simply tortured them for the information; they certainly possess the means to inflict excruciating agony. Then when they had been squeezed of everything they knew, they would be executed and dumped to some hole. It was what the Empire would normally do but not this country.

All things considered, Count Formal's imprisonment was a comfortable one. Clean clothing, a warm bed, and three meals a day; it was surprising actually. He could only assume that the could be said for the other survivors.

The majority of the day consists of him answering all manner of inquiries about the Empire and what there is to know about Falmart. He answered them as honestly and as detailed as he could, fearing that lying to the Americans will land him a very grave punishment. If there was a question he truly did not know the answer to, the interrogators said that it was okay and moved on.

Eventually, after who knows how long it has been, Count Formal had no more information to give so here he was. The thought filled his heart with dread for he has outlived his usefulness to the Americans.

Still, that feeling paled in comparison to the horror he felt when he found out from the Americans that the Flame Dragon had attacked their rescue forcr and annihilated the Saderan Legions.

'How?! That beast should still be slumbering wherever its lair may be!' Colt paced in his cell, his anxiety growing. The last time the Flame Dragon was awake, it was near a century ago and had burned half of Falmart to the ground. It took the combined might of the Apostles and several thousand mages to drive it off.

He immediately thought of his people, his friends and their kingdoms, his own family. With that monster suddenly on the loose, they were in grave danger. Was this the Gods' way of punishing them for their hubris? For abusing the Gate?

'Damn you, Molt. Damn you to the lowest pits of the Underworld.' He thought to himself, furiously cursing the Empire's monarch. If this was an offense against the Gods', then there was no way the Apostles would be permitted to help them.

All of Falmart would burn.

Colt reached under his shirt and pulled out a small flower shaped pendant and smiled softly at it. It once belonged to his late wife who died giving birth to their youngest daughter, Myui. The memory of her dying before his eyes still pained him so but she lived long enough to give him this pendant and bade them all a tearful farewell before she passed on.

If this was the end – him by the executioner's blade and his family by the jaws of that accursed dragon – then at least they'd meet again in the next life if the Gods' permit it.

Before he could continue his thoughts, there was a loud knock on the cell door and the metal slot slid opened. "Prisoner, be ready. You are meeting someone important."

Colt was confused. He had given all he knew, there was nothing left for him to tell them. "What do you mean? Who is it?"

He got no reply as the slot closed and the Count chewed the inside of his cheek. He didn't know what more they wanted from him but...could it be that they were taking him to be executed? So soon?

He felt his stomach lurch at the thought but he composed himself. If this was it, then he was going to die with what dignity and honor he had left. With that in mind, Colt slid the pendant inside of his shirt, stood up and walked to the door, and held his hand out of the lower slot where they were immediately cuffed. The same were done for his legs.

Now completely shackled, the doors opened and he wobbled out. Waiting for him were two black clad guards. "Move, prisoner." One said before they walked down the dimly lit corridor.

To the Count, it was unnerving. He had done this numerous times but the silence, the dimness, and the cold steel walls were unsettling. It was like he walking inside a labyrinth of stone and steel.

For a few minutes, they walked. Going from one corridor to another with only their footsteps being the only sound the Count could hear. He looked up to the ceiling and he could see this small thing with one reflective eye staring at them; following their movements like a sentry.

It was all starting to get on his nerves and fueling his paranoia even more.

Finally, they reached their destination. Two other guards holding those deadly staves were standing at the sides of a wooden door. Colt fought to control the trembling of his hands; he had seen men being torn to pieces by those things.

One guard looked at him in the eye before he reached over to his right shoulder and grasped an object. "Sir, he's here."

"Excellent. Bring him in."

The guard nodded to the other two escorting the Count before he opened the door and the three proceeded onwards. What lay beyond was not what he was expecting.

Instead of a bleak and claustrophobic room he was used to in his interrogations; it was a magnificent chamber with glossy wooden walls which displayed fine works of art. Scarlet carpeting lay over the floors, and at the center was a wooden table surrounded by eight chairs.

All in all, Colt couldn't help but marvel at the beauty of this chamber. Only the wealthiest of the noble families possessed something close to this. It looked like some kind of council chamber if he wasn't mistaken.

"That'll be all, gentlemen. Thank you." The voice broke him from his reverie and he noticed the sole occupant of the room as the guards retreated out of the room and closed the door behind them.

On the far side of the room was a man with his back towards him. The man wore fine clothing and he appeared to be pouring something into a glass if the sound was anything to go by. Whoever this man was, he must be very important and that made Colt on edge. For all he knew, this was the leader of the United States or someone else almost as important.

The man turned around and the Count could see that he was a middle aged man with greying hair, and had a bit of a potbelly. Grasped within his hands were two glasses filled with some kind of beverage – wine or ale perhaps?

"Ah, welcome, Count Formal, a pleasure finally meeting you." The greeted with a friendly smile but the Count didn't understand a word he said and he quickly realized his mistake. "Oh, sorry." He set down the glasses on the table and dug his hand into his left pocket and fished out one of those translating artifacts. "Let me just get this thing started up." The device hummed to life before he set it down.

"A pleasure meeting you, Count Colt, my name is Edward Caine. I'm an ambassador or representative of the United States of America assigned to work with you." Edward introduced himself and Colt hesitantly nodded, remembering the first time he met a representative of this country.

"The pleasure is mine, Lord Caine." Colt had to give himself a pat on the back at sounding dignified despite feeling his heart about to burst out of his chest. "Pardon me but...am I being questioned again?"

Edwards chuckled and shook his head; partly being amused at being called a Lord. "Oh no, my friend. I assure you, what we're about to discuss could prove very beneficial to us both. Please, take a seat." He motioned to the chairs.

Colt did what he was asked and sat down on one of the chairs which he found incredibly comfortable. He had to commend the craftsman who made this.

"Would you care for a drink?" He was presented with the other glass and he graciously accepted it. He was not about to insult his host by not accepting what he had offered.

"Thank you." The Count took a small sip of the copper color drink and upon touching his tongue, his eyes widened in surprise when his mouth suddenly felt like it was on fire and coughed violently. "By the Gods! What...what is this?"

Edward laughed as he took his own seat next to the Count. "It's bourbon whiskey, Count Formal – Old Number 7. It has a little bit more kick that the wine and ale you're used to. I know I had trouble the first time I got it but you'll get used to it after a couple of sips." He said, taking a swig of his own. He had been informed that the Count was cleared to drink and consume their food after extensive testing that he wouldn't have an allergic reaction.

After all, seeing as the prisoners came from a different world, it was imperative that they be tested and screened for any possible traces of unknown pathogens and diseases. There were some unknown pathogens within some prisoners' systems which were taken into armed quarantine and samples were quickly taken for examination. Likewise, they were also tested for any allergic reactions they might have with native medicine. Fortunately, most reacted normally while some had some mild reactions.

Shaking his head and with his mouth still feeling like he just ate burning coal, Colt set his glass down. "If I may be so bold, Lord Caine, what is the purpose of this?"

"Ah, yes." Edward nodded before setting down his own glass. "Before we begin, I'd like to fill you in on a few details. You've been out of the loop for quite some time now and I want you to understand a few things before we move on."

"I understand."

"All right, now as you well know, you and about forty thousand of your soldiers tried to invade American sovereign soil; destroying millions of dollars – our currency – worth in property damage and are responsible for the murder of thousands of innocent lives – both US and foreign – and the capture of dozens more through the Gate to, most likely, be sold into slavery. Between all that, this unprovoked act of aggression is tantamount to your country declaring war on us."

Colt visibly flinched at being reminded of what he was forced to be a part of and the consequences thereafter. He knew that what they did would only result in war but hearing it now was a different feeling all together. "To my eternal shame, I cannot refute the facts you have stated."

Edwards nodded in acknowledgement before he continued. "Just a few days ago, our President – the leader of the United States – stood before our Congress or our version of your Senate, and declared war on the Saderan Empire."

That was something that made the Count's stomach drop. His worst fear had come true; the Empire had gotten itself into a war with this powerful country. With no words to say, he merely lowered his head and nodded solemnly.

"I'm afraid there's more." What Edward said Made Colt look at him in dread. "Technically speaking, the Saderan Empire and all who are beyond this side of the Gate are considered extra-terrestrial entities. By attacking the US, the Saderan Empire had declared war on our entire world. As we speak, a multinational army 6 million strong is preparing a retaliatory strike."

The color immediately drained from the Count's face as he immediately understood the implications of what he has just been told. Images of this world's armies numbering in the millions marching through the Gate and laying waste to Falmart filled his mind – the entire continent burning and the population killed and/or enslaved under their collective might. Most prominently, he could see his daughters nothing more than burnt corpses.

No, that was too much! He had to do something! "P-Please, that is too much! Show mercy, I beg of you!"

Edward sighed as he sat back on his chair. "Unfortunately, there is nothing to be done. The declarations have already been made and our forces are amassing for the invasion." He could see the Count looking at him in abject horror, trying to say coherent words before he slumped onto the chair – his resolve shattered.

In truth, while it was correct that the Saderans were an alien entity and technically declared war on all of Earth as soon as it invaded the United States, he may have exaggerated things just a little to shock the Count to be more compliant with their terms.

Edward let Colt a few moments to let it all sink in before he cleared his throat. "However, we can make that not happen – our world going to war, I mean."

The Count had barely heard him but he did. He looked at the American representative in surprise and a little bit of hope. "Y-You can? How?"

Edwards nodded with a small reassuring smile. "Understand first that the United States is part of a very large very powerful military alliance that spans half the planet. To us, an attack on one is an attack on all. However, since my country the one who's most aggrieved, the alliance would follow our lead." Again, an exaggeration but with a hint of truth in it.

Colt furrowed his brow. "Are you saying that…your country has sway in how this alliance will act?"

"To some extent, yes." Edward nodded. "You must understand that my people are very…proud yet emphatic as well. Had you come under the banner of peace, we could've cultivated a lasting friendship between our 2 nation. Now, though, many would like nothing more than see your world burn for your Empire's crimes. However, my government holds significant sway in global politics and can make the necessary arrangements for our forces to show restraint."

Colt was absolutely dumbfounded. "How is that possible…?"

Edward took a few seconds to think lf a proper comparison. "Well, you can think the US to be comparable to your Saderan Empire in which they can exert power and influence over your continent. However, by our standards, they'd be considered as a Middle Power. Here, the US is considered a Superpower. Which means that a nation's economy and power has grown so powerful that it can exert influence on global decisions."

It was amusing to see the Count's jaw dangling like a door. Of course, Edward wouldn't tell him that China was also another superpower and that the world was split into a Cold War between the two superpowers; that would fry the poor Count's mind.

Colt couldn't help but gape at that tiny bit of information. He knew that the United States was powerful but never in his wildest dreams would he guess that a nation could become THIS powerful.

Still, he shouldn't be surprised. If a ragtag group of them could actually hurt the dreaded Flame Dragon, then he could just imagine what they could do as a united front. "Incredible…to think if the Legates would've just shown restraint…" The Count shook his head. "But why offer something like this? You have every right to smash the Saderan Empire in its entirety and raze Falmart to ashes."

"Maybe so, but we prefer to act like civilized people rather than war mongering barbarians." Edward knew that was a bit of a low blow but he didn't want to make things too perfect for the Count. "Present company not included, of course."

Shame shot through Colt's heart as he lowered his gaze. After all, how could he refute something that was true. "…I take no offense of your words for they are true…but what are you asking of me exactly?"

Smiling, Edward sat back on his seat. "Like I said, my friend, we're all civilized and reasonable people here. Despite the outrage, my government still has enough sense to know that not everyone in Falmart is complacent to the actions of the Saderan Empire. To that end, we'd like to request your help in saving lives."

Intrigued at the unexpected request, Colt leaned forward. "You want my help in saving lives? How?"

Edward grabbed his suitcase from under the table and took some documents from it. "My friend, you've been very forthcoming and cooperative with us and my superiors feel that you'd be more useful to us alive than dead or imprisoned in a high security federal facility. They also understand that you can't exactly speak for the entire Saderan government but you're one of the few who have been very cooperative since Legate Siricus isn't being exactly helpful."

Despite all of the stress he was feeling, Colt sighed at Siricus' stubbornness and arrogance.

"As such, am I correct to assume that you speak for your Clan, House Formal?"

Colt frowned "My Clan would think I'm dead so the headship falls to my youngest daughter, Myui…but I yet still live."

"Close enough." Edward shrugged. "My government would like to make a deal with you. I'll give you the gist of what's in these." He tapped on the documents. "Simply put, once our forces cross the Gate, you shall accompany them and help us open up diplomatic dialogue with the other entities there like the Empire's vassal states. Explain to them that we mean them no harm and would like to negotiate either their cooperation or neutrality in this war with the Saderan Empire. In return, my government will grant you and those of your choosing – provided their crimes are not too severe – full Presidential Pardons, anonymity, and shall be allowed to return to your homes. No strings attached nor any treachery involved, I assure you. This comes down from the President himself. Please, take your time to look it over." He handed Colt the documents which was quickly snatched from his hands.

The Count feverously read the one document that was astonishingly written in his own native tongue. Using his years of experience in politics and paperwork, he reread it carefully for several times to make damn sure he wasn't being tricked but he found no signs of betrayal. Its contents were the same as what Lord Caine had said.

He only needed to act as a mediator between the United States and the various parties from his home. He would have to help them see that the US and her allies were not their enemy, but a potential ally. If he did what he was asked to do, then Colt and those who he chose would be given full amnesties and safe conduct back to their homes and families.

What they were asking of him wasn't exactly easy but it was certainly doable. His men would get to see their families again...he would get to see his daughters again.

Instantly remembering the horrors that his home was facing, Colt's eyes widened in fear. Falmart was helpless against the fury of the monstrous Elder Dragon unless… "Lord Caine, your kindness and generosity knows no bounds but my home – nay, the entire continent – is in grave peril because of the Flame Dragon. My agreement to your terms will mean nothing if that beast is left to its rampage."

"I wholeheartedly understand, Count Formal." Edward nodded. "We agree that the continued existence of that creature is detrimental to the safety of all. Not to mention that our military is particularly…displeased with it so they'll do everything they can to eliminate it."

Blinking back the tears that were threatening to spill, he set the documents down and looked at Edward. "This...that's good to hear, milord. Thank you." If the Americans could kill the Flame Dragon, then they'd be considered heroes. Perhaps even the Saderan Empire will capitulate. After all, what could they do against those who could destroy an Elder Dragon?

"It's not me you should be thanking but Pres. Jameson." Edward said. "He drew up the terms but I must warn you though. We don't take kindly to those that…abuse our generosity." There was a certain edge in his tone.

Colt nodded in return – he would be a fool to think that anyway. "I understand wholeheartedly. I cannot promise that everyone will listen to me but I have the necessary connections to spread the word."

"That's all we ask. Now, would you please sign the documents so it'll be official?" Edward took out a pen from his coat and handed it to the Count who immediately began signing the papers. When it was done, Colt handed the pen and the documents back to him and the American smiled. "It's done. You can expect that you'll be out of here in a few days and be briefed on the specifics of what's required of you. If you want, I can pull a few strings so you can meet your men?"

The Count smiled for the first time in many days, haply that he'll be able to see familiar faces. "I would like that very much. Thank you."

Edward nodded with a smile. This was probably the easiest negotiation he has ever made and there wasn't much politicking involved. He then grabbed his glass of bourbon and looked at the Count. "Congratulations, Count Formal. You just took the first step towards the cooperation between our worlds. Who knows, maybe when this war is over, we can forge a future brighter than anything we can imagine." He raised his glass towards Colt. "To the future of our worlds."

Colt reached for his glass as well and raised it up to meet Edward's own. He knew that many will still suffer in the coming war between the United States and the Saderans but he was granted the opportunity to lessen the bloodshed and see for himself what the future will hold for them all. It was a tremendous task and honor.

"And to peace."

The two men downed their drinks and Colt grimaced once he was finished. "I think I'll need more than a few sips to get used to this."

Edward laughed in response.

LOCATION: TETERBORO AIRPORT – NEW JERSEY, USA

DATE: MAY 20, 2035

TIME: 22:06:43

Derek sat in silence as he rode in the black SUV on his way to Teterboro Airport. From there, he would board a private jet en route to Fort Bragg to commence his duties in the formation of the new Joint Task Force.

After he had regained some of his mobility and recuperated enough to walk on his own power, the doctors finally gave the Delta Operator the green light to travel and continue his treatment at Fort Bragg; something about injecting him with STEM cells to speed up his recovery. Derek was promptly picked up by a CIA operative posing as his family. They even had the documentation to prove it.

Letting out a low grunt, Derek massaged his left arm that was still in a sling. It was still pretty banged up from the fighting but it'll heal in time. Not long, the vehicle entered through a back gate of the airfield and drive to the designated pick up point where the plane was waiting.

Upon arrival, Derek could see 2 people waiting by the private jet – a male and a female. Dismounting from the SUV, he walked towards them.

"CAPT Westbrook, good to see you again." The woman said with a formal tone.

"Laswell. Alex." Derek acknowledged the two plainly. He had run ins with the aforementioned two on many separate clandestine operations over the years. The most recent was when they and Task Force Stalker took down a rogue Iranian General that somehow smuggled cruise missiles onto Cuba.

Operations Officer Alex Keller nodded in greeting and respect. "You look like shit, Frost." He then let out a gentle smile. "I had family in Manhattan that day…thank you."

Derek gave a single nod. "Same old set up?"

"Not quite." Station Chief Kate Laswell in toned. "One of our primary objectives, as per Dir. Rake's orders, is to establish a new intelligence network over there. We'll be working closely with our counterparts to accomplish this."

Derek nodded as the 3 boarded the plane on their way to Fort Bragg. "Give me the specifics." He said as they took their seats.

"Officially, we're part of a joint effort between the JADP intelligence services to support the invasion forces." Laswell explained as the plane began lurching forward. "Unofficially, we'll be working closely with your Task Force and provide you with anything you'll need to accomplish the missions Command needs done. Alex will be our go between in the field."

Alex nodded. "Like usual." He commented.

"Per your requests, the Task Force will operate with no official interference. We'll ensure that you don't get too much attention as long as you keep things on the down low."

Derek hummed. "And my other request?"

Kate pulled out a leather bag with a collection of folders inside and slid it to Derek. "Dir. Rake managed to pull these files for you. These aren't complete yet as we're still working on them. It took a lot of work and favors to get them. Who're we working with?"

Derek expected as much as opened the bag and laid out a folder. "James Ramirez, Regimental Recon Company."

"They say he can do anything." Alex said with a chuckle. "And it pisses him off every time."

Ignoring the remark, Derek laid another folder on the table. "Sarah Tremblay, Canadian JTF2. Sniper, medic. We worked together a few times." He gave the 2 the run down of his chosen members before he placed the folders back into the bag.

"By the way, what's this Task Force of your gonna be called?" Alex asked as their plane took to the skies.

Derek looked at him with cold dead eyes. "Nemesis."

AN:

Article 5 has been invoked and half the world marches for war.

The US and JADP (pronounced Jay Dep) have begun to organize and assemble their forces for the invasion.

The US is setting up a base to launch recon flights and air strikes via VTOL aircrafts.

The flame dragon is now a priority target for the military but with it awake and rampaging across the continent, what could it me to the Saderan Empire and everyone else?

I'd like to thank Sithlord8 for being my beta reader. Your help really goes a long way.

If you have any suggestions on who'd you like to see in the TF, feel free to let me know.

Hope you enjoy and see you next time.