Title: The War of Two Earths
Rating: M for violence, gore, and profanity.
Disclaimer: Fallout franchise is own by Bethesda Softworks while Gate - jietai kare no chi nite kaku tatakaeri created by Takumi Yanai.
Warning: AU Fallout and Gate, swearing, death, and violence.
Summary: A strange Roman-like structure rise and Japan found itself invaded by the strange clothed humans and fantasy-like races acting familiar with Earth, claiming retribution against...America?
Chapter 3: Green and Stupid
In the New World...Falmart…
"I should've said no to the re-assignment. Had I refused, I wouldn't find myself trapped in goddamn discount Rome."
Sgt Nate Thompson of the USAF thought with silent bitterness as he remembered his disbelief at his new duty station that is definitely nowhere close to Mexico. He thought after spending a month catching up with his parents upon his return from Canada, he would be going to Mexico to make sure the Mexicans keep away from the American oil rig in the Gulf of Mexico.
"Just in south, they said. A short trip to New Mexico, they said. Before deploying to Mexico border where at least it's not as cold as hell in Alaska or Canada, they said. Bullshit. Absolutely bullshit I said." Nate thought sourly.
Nate recalled how Mexican government crumbled apart in civil war when people got tired of useless politicians and blood sucking cartels. With the people deciding to take up their arms to basically wage "Fuck the government, fuck the cartel" campaign while being led by a charismatic angry man as if possessed by the vengeful spirit or something, America deployed its troops to not only to secure its border but also to protect its interest in the remaining oil rigs in the Gulf of Mexico.
Never mind the factories back home pumping out the vehicles that will run on fusion shit instead of oil shit considering the advertisements with general message being "Forget the oil! The future is here! Drive forever on nuclear power!" popping on the newspaper, radio, and television with annoyingly optimisic tone.
That was the last thing Nate knew before his involuntary departure from Earth. By now, Nate is pretty sure Gulf of Mexico is completely dried out of oil.
"A short trip. Ha! My ass!" Nate mentally scoffed.
After getting to New Mexico and boarding on vehicle, Nate and other returning solders got gassed into unconsciousness and later woke up in a completely different world that is not Earth before being handled their new duties and gear to basically being told "Welcome to American Sadera, our newest territory that'll save our country!" by "Go out there and do your part to keep our future secured!"
Not exactly how his new superior said at that time, but that's the gist Nate got after regaining his conscious and attending the orientation that explained the purpose of being in the New World and how the defunct Saderan Empire attacked first in year 2061 by invading New Mexico. Which Nate thought was bullshit because what's in New Mexico?
Out of all states, Nate didn't think there's anything in New Mexico worth paying attention to. Maybe some UFO enthusiasts and hot air balloon enthusiasts visiting museums to look at some shits but for whatever reason beyond Nate's comprehension, it happened. Oh and threatened America with its barbaric, backward, and completely Un-American way of living.
Maybe whoever opened the Gate in New Mexico was an imbecile or just bored without a basic caution when it comes to poking a hornet's nest.
In response, many brave American patriots counter-invaded what is called the New World while being supported by freedom loving businesses. After beating down the Un-American empire down along with obsolete nobility and slavery, the USAF has been serving as the protectors while the companies invested money and resources in American Sadera to provide jobs and educations in American values while benefiting America with greatly needed resources.
Including oil. So much for "The future is here" part.
That was the general overall provided at the orientation. Later, Nate got different story from fellow soldiers who were in the New World much longer. Nate has even met three veteran soldiers who participated in "liberating" the former Imperial Capital that has been renamed to Liberty City after kicking a bunch of officials including the former emperor out of the palace before "rehiring" some of them back into the palace.
Why? Who give a damn! Not Nate Thompson, he'll leave all those political shits up to the superior officers and corporate ass-faces.
According to the veterans, America's war against the defunct Saderan Empire wasn't much a war but a slaughter. Leisure marching and escaping from pessimistic life problems, one veteran described. From dealing with grim reality and family issue back at home duty station to killing a shitload of fools who insisted on marching in formation toward guns. After that, some veterans sort of retired from active duty to "reserve" due to age or even started their family.
Living in the American District within Liberty City or American Zone within any other settlement under the USAF control. Because some bullshit about the New World being unofficial and it would be too much headache to bother.
Including the paperwork and questions.
Basically a short summary in simple term before being shoved with a gun in his hands to outside and keep the natives under control.
Eight years.
That's how long Nate Thompson has been in this damn medieval world.
Eight years of patrolling the land...Putting down some outlaws and hostile animals...Fighting some angry tribal natives who lost their land...Doing his best not to think about what he has been missing in his life...
Eight years away from home...Away from Boston and its beloved baseball stadium…Once dreamed of becoming a professional baseball player...
Eight years away from his parents...Shit, Nate didn't have a chance to catch up with his older brother and meet his family.
Eight years away from...Nora Smithers...Who by now should have law degree and started working as a lawyer or something. Nate knew her as a smart woman who know her own goal and wants. And...probably married a different man and started her own family by now.
Fuck, had Nate said no to the reassignment, he and Nora could've married and started their own family. Raise kid or two in Boston or some shit like that. Teach kids to play baseball, introduce them to wonderful world of the Silver Shroud and his Unstoppable pals, and many other shits Nate dreamed of ideal family life after getting out of military.
Is Nate still angry? Not as angry as he was 8 years ago after being told about his one way trip to this goddamn different dimension via some goddamn space-time tunnel shit.
Is he still bitter? Oh yes, that feeling hasn't gone away a bit.
But Sgt Thompson is still a soldier with duty and oath to his country. Being stuck in different world doesn't change anything. So his soldier side suppressed his desire to return to Earth and has been executing 8 years worth of assignments. No need to reenact some dumbass who died in attempt to sneak back to Earth. It didn't went well for now former private who hadn't taken the news well.
Being stuck in the New World, Nate ended up trying various of recreational activities whenever he has free time. Including teaching a team of interested natives how to play baseball against already established teams, wrestling, weapon maintenance, workout, and visiting...few adult establishments. Where Nate made damn sure not to have a kid.
Whether his kid be 100 percent humans or a hybrid, Nate has no desire to be responsible for bringing the kid into this world. That would implies Nate want to settle down which he doesn't. Not in the New World, it ain't no America.
Officially, the USAF has policy against visiting brothels and prostitution. Including the USAF New World Command. However, some of the officers tend to care less since they're too stuck in the New World with the grunts so there wasn't much of enforcement. Granted, those who got caught in unacceptable place will get yelled at and be given latrine punishment or something "creative" such as being forced to read a goddamn brochure on sexually transmitted diseases and sexual activities with "humanoid species" in front of the assigned squad with a dumb smiling cartoon blonde in military fatigues holding a chalkboard displaying sex symbols and elf with oversize pointy ears.
And the military police force generally tend to look other way as long as two or more participants have proven to be willing, consenting, and over legal age that was implemented by the USAF Command along with some other laws and holidays including the Independence Day from America into the New World. Probably to ensure both military and civilians have some resemblance of clean wholesome America with less chance of snapping or some shits like that.
Even in different world where the Americans have mixed reputation among the natives depending on who and where.
Viewed as mostly friendly by the former slaves, some open-minded citizens, and the kingdoms who didn't like the Saderan Empire very much.
Mixed by the merchants, farmers, miners, people who got treated too roughly, etc.
Vilified by the former nobles…Some of them are still whining these days...They ought to learn from what that guy's name? Mole? The former Emperor who got kicked out or something. Whatever, Mole didn't complain.
Vilified by the natives who lost their land by the south sea…Because they fired the arrows at the land surveyors. One report later, some tribe lost the land. Tough shit.
Vilified by the former Saderan soldiers turned outlaws...Either by running away from battle or after laying down their weapon and then being forced by the victorious USAF to look for different jobs. Nowadays, the reorganized American Saderan Guards serve as "local support" to keep population under control with the American military police and the Protectrons.
Vilified by the bandits and raiders because the USAF and their robots make their life difficult. Should've picked different lifestyle.
Vilified by the surviving relatives of dead Saderan soldiers…
Vilified by Rondel and few other settlements that have been roughed up 20 years ago…Ungrateful bunch, they have robots and "volunteers" fixing things up. Last time Nate was there, Rondel look as good as new. For the area being used by the USAF force that is. But better than nothing.
Vilified by the other settlements who got swarmed with refugees...
Vilified by few religious orders of worshipers...Supposedly one of the gods was responsible for opening the Gate. With a rather tame name being...Hardy. What "god or goddess" would have Hardy as their name? One of Nate's squad mates named Specialist Samuel Hardy couldn't resist offending the Hardy worshipers.
Vilified by the traditionalists clinging onto their outdated culture and wanting to bring back the monarchy as they objected to the "new management" introduced by the USAF and corporate. The same folk objecting to robots or metal golems in their term along with female soldiers' presence.
Vilified by the Empire loyalists in eastern Saderan land…According to the returning USAF patrols and American-friendly merchants, the natives in eastern Falmart are still blaming Americans for causing the Green Plague. Some crazy bullshit disease spawning green skin monsters out of people and animals drinking tainted water. Either that or the gods punishing the natives for failing to win a "war" against the demons in green. Backwash idiots. The USAF has nothing to do with the Green Plague.
Vilified by the other Empire loyalists in western Saderan land…Haven't heard anything other than some mining company wanting to find potential mines there.
The list goes on. Not much difference from Earth with this whole "every country for itself" stuff.
But at least, Nate and other Americans in the New World can still enjoy a nice cold bottle of soda pop. Thanks God for refrigerators and generators. Not as good as rare Nuka Cola shipments from America. Something about local ingredients and crops used in "homemade" soda produced by Nuka Cola addicts who introduced sugar-filled drink to the natives with few dozen deaths due to health issues and their body couldn't handle it.
Speaking of Nuka Cola, one of Nate's squad mates furiously cursed out loud, "YOU FUCKING GREEN CUNT! MADE ME DROP MY NUKA COLA!" A six feet tall man with buzz cut kicked a stinking corpse of green skin ugly version of elf in the rib.
"FUCK!"
Idiot, Nate shook his head as he watched Specialist Hardy nursing his foot.
Specialist Samuel Hardy...If there's one word to describe his personality, it would be colorful. A 5'8" feet tall 28 years old man with military standard shaved hair, dressed in the USAF standard issued combat armor that covered his military fatigues has a colorful personality. Like to joke around and considered himself to be a "fucking witty" man armed with foul mouth and standard assault rifle.
Also addicted to Nuka Cola. Which Samuel wasn't supposed to take one on deployment to the eastern Falmart. Claiming that Nuka Cola bottle caps could eventually serve as a replacement currency. Which sound stupid in Nate's opinion.
"I told you not to take a Nuka Cola from the hall." Sgt Thompson sternly stated before ordering, "Now quit kicking the damn corpse and put back on your gas mask. I don't want to hear anyone bitching about the smell or sickness."
Addressing in louder voice, Nate called out, "Gather around, I want status and ammo check!" Thanks to his gas mask covering his mouth, Nate's voice sound different.
Nate watched and listened to six soldiers including Spc Hardy stating their status and ammo. In case of two Mr. Gustys and an Assaultron, power level and body integrity. Nate's squad, Bravo East Four has just finished killing another group of ambushers.
Unlike the last ambush, this ambush was done by a group of couple Greenies. A code name designated by the Command on the Green Plague victims who got turned into monsters. There weren't much detail about the Greenies other than being green skin, muscular, bigger, and supposedly no better than typical goblins.
In another words, fucking stupid with instinct to eat, kill, and kidnap. Or so the rumors and reports said. Because of how plague turning people into monsters reminded many Americans of a popular movie about mutation that gone wild, the term "Muties" began to circulate among the grunts and later, officers.
Officially, the Greenies or Muties made their first appearance last year. However, the natives from eastern Falmart claimed the "Green Monsters" appeared much earlier. Four or five years ago but the USAF found no evidence supporting that claim since it's all words with inconclusive investigations so the Command took no meaningful action other than cautioning its troop to wear gas mask and not to drink water from river or any body of water in eastern Falmart.
As well as not to linger around the Greenies' corpse too long due to horribly bad smell which is equally horribly bad decision because not every sentient has common sense of "don't fucking eat a rotten meat".
Like goblins.
Fucking goblins who fled to eastern Falmart to form several "tribes" whose number exploded after the Saderan Empire's downfall and the beginning of the American Sadera. Those dumb creatures were believed to be the first of the Green Plague victims. Or in some natives' point of view, tempted by the demons in green to plague the good people of Falmart. Among the USAF grunts, there's a popular belief that some goblins ate rotten carcass that expired beyond expiration date or drank urinated water like a bunch of idiots and their body suffered as a severe consequence of stupidity. Again, the local population blamed the USAF for the green monster spawning plague shit because...green color or some shitty dumb reason. Thanks God, Nate was born in 21st century.
So Nate and other Americans in Bravo East Four squad have been wearing gas mask. Which sort of made navigating through a fucking forest unnecessarily difficult. For fuck's sake, would it kill to at least give Nate's squad a power armor or two? More of those military godsend shits would be very helpful to have.
Considering Bravo East Four and other Bravo East squads were deployed to assist the Alpha East squads to penetrate through the Greenies Zone and kill as many Greenies as possible. Including burning their corpse.
Even few T-45s that have yet to receive upgrade to T-60s would do but no, they're sitting in nice and clean storage. Waiting to be modified or already being used for crowd control, to "inspire" compliance among the locals.
Damn those paper shuffling jackasses. Surely the New World Command can get more power armors along with all other good shits such as fabricators and better weapons, right?
Granted the Bravo East squads will have support from bombers if needed. To blow some shits like Greenies up.
But there's nothing like a group of Americans wearing power armor and wielding minigun or flamer. Heavy armor, extra strength, and more importantly, can navigate through forest better than tanks whose cumbersome size limiting their path so the Bravo East squads have been traveling along the road and would have to clear some cut down trees and shits. So the tanks are sitting back in the USAF territory.
Leaving couple squads with a quarter of members wearing power armor. Off course, couldn't use air transport to get to where the Alpha East squads were last sighted because of the Muties reportedly can throw a fucking big rock or broken tree with their brute strength like they're in professional baseball league...of drunkards.
So the Bravo East squads rode on the jeeps and APCs before having to travel on foot.
All to what? Aside rescuing the Alpha squads and scouts, the Bravo squads have to chase after some damn UFOs that have been sighted to be flying around like they own the sky or shit recently. Nothing major to worry about, just have to punch a hole through reportedly too fucking many Muties in process.
Fan-fucking-tastic.
Nate's mood soured as he checked each squad mate before glancing at Bravo East Five and Six. Their squad leaders could be seen giving hand signal, indicating they're good to do.
In response, Sgt Thompson signaled his squad's status to the Bravo East Squad One leader who's in charge of leading all Bravo East squads.
Time to keep moving.
Two hours later…
It's time to kill more Muties. And God, Nate thought Captain Heckler of Alpha East squad Two was over-exaggerating on the radio. The remaining Alpha East squads and few scouts must've ran in wrong direction and got trapped at the dead end with the tall cliff on their back while holding off the waves of green skin brutes dying to kill while not giving a damn about cohesion.
Only to get one of three rewards for their effort being death by lead, death by explosion, or death by fire. Doesn't matter with the corpses piling up.
Which is just unfortunate for the Alpha East squads as they're running low on ammo and fuel as well as grenades and mines.
Fortunately, the Bravo East squads arrived in time with the robots rushing and diverting the heat off the Alpha squads while the humans went for flanking with heavy armored ones going front. With the Assaultrons engaging the Muties with their fucking sharp blades and the flying Eyebots pelting from distance with their light laser weaponry, some of the Muties split to engage the robots.
Screaming in their gibberish language.
The green painted T-60s came with their heavy weapon blazing hot that either shredded the Muties apart or burn them to death. The Americans equipped with Assault Rifle or Light Machine Gun picked off the Muties from medium distance with occasional grenades.
"RAAAARRRR-!"
Sgt Thompson's Assault Rifle sprayed 5.56mm rounds at a large head Mutie resembling deformed goblin running on four with its mouth openly displaying disgusting fangs. The bullets flew into its flesh and into its mouth. The big head Mutie choked before stumbling on the ground. Its ribcage got crushed by a taller Mutie's foot without giving a damn.
A T-60 in front of Sgt Thompson and few others turned his flamer from a burning enemy to face the tall Mutie before letting out a long spray of glorious freedom fighting fire. Scorching the tall Mutie's face that got covered by big hand as the tall Mutie kept on running. Undeterred as the tall Mutie went for a shoulder tackle.
Nate aimed his Assault Rifle at the tall Mutie's bare right leg and abdomen. Whose skin penetrated by bullets.
Reacting, the T-60 pointed his flamer to fire off another spray of flame. Burning the tall Mutie who fell on the ground with its body being seared.
Flailing and roaring in vain attempt to get fire off. And because it didn't have education on what to do when caught on fire, it died and the Bravo East squads kept on firing and blowing more Greenies.
Another Mutie but somewhat leaner compared to others fell. Nate briefly noted its stupidly long pointy ragged ears. An elf victim of the Green Plague? Doesn't matter, keep shooting.
"GET DOWN, SARGE!"
Sgt Thompson felt someone tackling him from the side, pushing him to the ground as a brilliant red laser flew over him and other American. The laser burned through several Muties in chest or side.
Fucking Assholetron, Nate thought before focusing on the battle. Pushing Private Winston off to get back on feet, Sgt Thompson told him to get back up and follow him as the Assaultron showed up in sight in front of Bravo East squad four before stabbing at a still standing Mute's arm and neck.
The robot's blades got stuck inside a falling corpse and as a result, another Mutie slammed its crudely made club at the Assaultron's head off. Again, like a goddamn baseball player but with a bigger bat.
"GAH! LET GO OF-" An unlucky American got grabbed by a Mutie who lifted him up before taking a bite out of human flesh. Earning a pained scream from its victim whose body sprayed blood from being squeezed as legs spasmed with few fleshy bits falling from the Mutie's mouth onto the ground. The ruined corpse got dropped without a care as the Mutie turned to claim more victims.
The Mutie's head got turned into disgusting mush of exposed tissue and bone as a hailstorm of 5mm rounds went through. The minigun wielding T-60 roared with the barrel burning in act of avenging fallen comrade.
"KEEP YOUR DISTANCE AND SHOOT!" Sgt Thompson barked loudly over the gunfire and battle noises. In the corner of his eyes behind gas mask, Nate barely spotted an incoming projectile. Without thinking, Nate rolled side way to avoid getting impaled by a shitty spear.
The spear throwing Mutie received a grenade launched from the launcher for its reward. Blowing its upper body apart. Sending filthy flesh bits in multiple direction, further stinking the battlefield.
"AIM, MAGGOTS! AIM!" Someone yelled in background whose Assault Carbine firing.
The battle has been brutal but ended in victory for the USAF as few surviving Greenies fled. However, the Muties have taken five Americans with them. Three females and two males.
"We should've done something about this earlier..." Sgt Nate Thompson thought with a glare at the direction where the Muties fled to. Nate and other Americans were going to pursue but have been ordered to stay. The Bravo East squads, remaining Alpha East squads, and scouts need to recoup and maybe explain how and why the number of Greenies is greater than it should be.
Surveying the battlefield, Nate could see a lying T-60 with right shoulder pad dented by sheer blunt force inflicted by a Mutie who got lucky in closing range. That power armor just need some minor repair. Maybe rip the dented shoulder pad off. Looking to his left, Nate spotted a broken Eyebot whose body previously sparkled but no more.
"Hey Sarge." Nate turned away to face SPC Hardy who called out, "You're needed."