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 who acting familiar with Earth, claiming retribution against...America?
Chapter 4: One Battle, All Welcome...
Somewhere in eastern Falmart, New World…
The USAF have made acceptable progress in its advance toward another nest of Muties. The Americans will have to pause and wait for another air delivery of fresh ammo and robots to replace the damaged units. On the return trip, the air transports would carry the soldiers whose injuries have been determined to be too severe for the stimpaks and other chems to repair or simply not enough healing supplies.
After killing hundreds of Greenies and a while of burning the corpses, the USAF will cross over their first mountain in general direction of supposedly another Gate's location. There, the force will set up a base and send in scouts while waiting for additional soldiers and heavier weapons and vehicles. Just in case they need to fight or even invade in order to protect America's interest.
But not before wiping the Greenies completely as many American soldiers have starting to truly despise them and starting to realize how much the USAF's inaction against the Green Plague rampaging in eastern Falmart proven to be problematic. As the Americans pushed through deeper and deeper, they have been starting to experience an issue with one thing that all living beings need.
Water.
Those in charge of distributing supplies didn't provide enough water testing kit for the Alpha-Bravo East force so the soldiers can refill their canteen with safe drinkable water from the local body of water as necessary without getting infected by the Green Plague and turn into a Mutie. As a consequence of fierce battle after battle and ambush after ambush against the Muties, some of the testing kits got destroyed and in one of the battles, the Alpha-Bravo force made a mistake of killing the Muties too close to the river that their corpse polluted the water.
No big deal, not like their blood will mutate fucking fish swimming around and thirsty critters drinking water into fucking mutated bloodthirsty hyper-aggressive monsters or anything. The locals can deal with it with them harping about owning the land and shit.
To make it a bigger issue and contrary to what few initially believed, Mister Gutsy robots do not have the same capability of condensing water from air that Mister Handys have since their design emphasize combat dedicated functions plus few non-combat parts so not enough room for the water condenser to squeeze in. Not that it would make a big difference but every little bit of water would help. It doesn't help that some Mr Gutsys have a bad habit of insulting those deemed as "lazy whiners needing their baby bottle of water and ought to step aside and let the REAL soldiers do the job". What idiots allowed such personality instead of complete default setting within Mr Gutsys' system?
As expected, not many organic soldiers enjoy the company of robots possessing asshole personality with no need to eat or drink, never mind their...way of encouragement.
It didn't matter how many Mr Gutsys got destroyed, the damn Command insisted on sending more Mr Gutsys to forest. As in a cluster of TREES but no, they sent floating robots that have fire pointing downward. Can't some brainy folk redesign Mr Gutsys or come up with a better robot to replace Mr Gutsys, preferably without any kind of personality?
At least, the Assaultrons don't talk much outside combat. If only the fucking turkey of programmers could figure how to get the Assultrons not to blast its laser at Americans' close proximity to enemy target along with changing their creepy voice, the grunts would be very happy.
Coupled with how often the vertibirds make their delivery from American Sadera, the American force need better solution to their water problem so they can continue their campaign toward wherever the fuck this second Gate located.
But for now, Sgt Thompson and his squad have fellow Americans to rescue. After receiving a green light from the commander and replenishing ammo along with picking up the still intact weapons from fallen comrades, the Bravo East Four squad supported by Brave East Five squad and reorganized Alpha East Three scouts set out to pursue.
The rescue force have been augmented with additional robots consisting of 4 Eyebots, 8 Mister Gutsys, and 2 Assaultrons since the bulk of Alpha-Bravo East force will be getting more robots anyway. As a result, the Alpha-Bravo East rescue force has 20 robots.
Alpha East Three scout squad has 6 humans and 6 Eyebots.
Bravo East Four squad has 6 humans, 6 Mr Gutsies, and 3 Assaultrons.
Bravo East Five squad has 5 humans, 8 Mr Gutsies, and 3 Assaultrons.
Now the robots outnumbered humans much to Sgt Thompson's chagrin and relief since Mr Gutsys can briefly serve as synthetic meat fodders against the Greenies and hostile natives while Assaultrons have firepower in form of laser...When their program "feel" like it.
At least, both Bravo East Four and Five squads still get to keep the T-60 Power Armor already issued to them. It still boggled Nate's mind about the lack of laser weaponry for the infantry while the robots have in-built laser weapon along with claws and flamers. Leaving Nate and fellow Americans to make do with 5.56mm and some other types of ammo being produced by the fabricators along with explosives and flamer fuels.
The officers who cared to answer claimed it was because the ammo fabricators were already delivered and installed as well as the determination of the New World's threat level not warranting the infantry to be issued laser weaponry. But the New World warranted the robotic presence due to the size of land the USAF is controlling.
Meanwhile, the other Alpha-Bravo squads will be continuing their way toward the mountains where Nate's squad and others are to report there after rescuing the kidnapped Americans or at least reducing number of Greenies should the rescue effort become unachievable. In another words, "waste those green fucks and burn them" per order.
After traveling through more fucking trees for three fucking days on fucking foot, Nate's group found a lifeless ransacked village decorated with discarded limbs showing blatant sign of consumption and ruined buildings. The experts have determined this place was attacked by the Muties some time ago and horrific acts committed upon the villagers with mutilation and consumption.
Well no shit, detective. Anyone with optical gift from God could tell. Although it is hard to tell what race the limbs and fleshy bits belong to.
Humans?
Elves?
Dwarves?
Or how about centaurs? Or does that gnawed up bone leg with hoof still attached belongs to just a regular horse? Even wild animals have better eating manner than damn Greenies.
Honesty, who could fucking tell what limb or bit belong to what with all this macabre scene including fucking flies and maggots? The horror films back at home have nothing on this scene with god awful stench and colorful as opposed to common black and white screen.
The group even found chewed up bits of Muties as evident of dirty green skin and disgusting looking liquid shit of strange color was spotted where no sane living being would want to see. Wonderful, nice to know the dumb Mutie fucks indulge in goddamn cannibalism and vandalize the fucking pond that belongs in some fucking weird and absolutely disgusting novel written by a degenerate author.
"...What's in actual fuck." Nate thought with disgust hidden by his gas mask. Using the word "disgust" is an understatement. Thanks God Almighty that Nate is wearing his gas mask as even he would-No, don't think about it.
Don't even think about it, look around. Ignore that shit, Nate mentally said, wishing he could pretend not to see a fucking pond whose water has been completely tainted with...what it look to be urine. Green fucking urine.
One dumbass asked out loud, "What the fuck is this? Did a bunch of Muties gather around the pond and piss together as part of celebration or something?"
Nobody bothered to answer that. Saved for that one fucking Mister Gutsy announcing the answer as if offended by a dumb question, "The water is tainted, you maggot! Can't you tell? What a waste of optical gift you possess!"
The soldier who asked that question received a slap from a corporal who told him to keep his fucking mouth shut while Specialist Hardy muttered with not so hidden sarcasm and pity, "Noo….I thought that was a fucking Nuka Cola spill. Fuck...Unlucky bastards. Doubt they died quickly."
"What a shitty way to die..." A different soldier remarked, noticing signs of struggle before looking to see his squad-mate frantically looking around before running to puke somewhere away from the disgustingly tainted pond.
"Let's keep moving, there's no sign of our missing soldiers." Sgt Thompson ordered.
With the tainted pond along with the grisly mess in the ransacked village, the Americans received an unnecessary morbid incentive not to get captured by Muties where they will suffer an unspeakable fate and their body will not be buried but burned. Given that nobody wanting to spend any longer, Nate's group left the dead village after having Mr Gutsys setting it along with remains on fire with their flamer.
It was unfortunate that they didn't look hard enough. Had they examine the ground closely, they would notice one power armor soldier was standing on a green leg armor belonging to one kidnapped soldier. But they didn't and so, the leg armor was pressed deeper into the ground without being spotted.
While following the track left by the Muties with the scouts and eyebots being ahead, Nate and Bravo East members could be seen walking with their robotic supports. A mixture of light and heavy footsteps could be heard hitting the ground. Crushing sticks and fallen leaves under their boots.
It would be difficult for those wearing T-60 to sneak, never mind moving while crouching like a fucking constipated penguin waddling its way to bathroom so far away and answer the call for nature. But better than what the Alpha East scouts have as protection.
A lighter and less armored version of USAF combat armor, covering small areas of human body and over standard all green military fatigues. Mainly protecting shoulders, chest, and thigh with modified helmet and gas mask all to ensure the wearers are traveling lightweight with their smaller arsenal consisting of light weapon, ammo, binocular, radio, and provision. Some scouts may carry few grenades and mines. To aid the scouts in hiding or moving undetected, their armor have some brown colors and decorated with local plants ripped and figuratively taped for natural smell as to avoid being noticed by hostiles with keen sense of smell before calling it done.
Lucky for the scouts, their job isn't to go Grognak and fight to the bitter and bloody end while being surrounded by green skinned enemies thirsting for American blood. That's for the Bravo East to deal with. So until the heavy hitters hear something, the scouts' job is to locate and report the Muties and their American captives before harassing or do whatever the fuck they need to do without dying.
While waiting for the scouts' word, Sgt Thompson could hear Pvt James Ridge muttering, "Still too many damn trees. Doesn't matter if green fucks, local fucks, or even fucking animals, they all come out of the damn trees."
"The fuck were you expecting, Ridge? A fucking choir of singing naked elves running out with their titties jingling like it's Christmas?" Spc Hardy snorted as he walked around the trees.
"That'll be swell but I rather have singing naked humans, you know. All women, I mean, running to greet us with their 'perky eyes'. You know what I mean?" Ridge gestured his chest.
"Got problem with the pointy ears?"
"Not really, just preference you know? I rather not get my eyes poked when-"
A different American named Rick Fayes spoke up, "Here we go again. Guys! Guys! Our daddy-O Jammy is going on another rant about his 'un un' business."
"Shut the fuck up, Rick. Who you calling daddy-O? And I don't do 'un un' bitch shit, I do 'hua ugh!...hua ugh!' as in riding hard and steady like this-" Pvt Ridge snapped, pretending to be offended while doing dry humping motion with his rifle.
"Going have to stop you there, this is not the place to engage choking your chicken. No need to exhibit yourself. Especially among us in the wilderness. Unless you want scientific feedback from our floating...pals." Spc Hardy's words prompted few snickers while Pvt Ridge scowled.
"Can that hormone-filled gutter, maggots!" One of Mr Gutsys called out, "We are traveling in the hostile land where we could get ambushed by the savage buffoons at any time and you bunch are gossiping like my grandma and her friends at the beauty salon, getting their tits done and polished! Now can it!"
"...Fuck, they're getting worse." Spc Hardy muttered with disgust, no doubt willing his mind to forget what a poorly programmed robot said while few soldiers grumbled now the distraction from miserable walk in miserable forest is gone.
The bulky USAF issued green radio rucksack on Spc Hardy's back began to make gibberish noise with faint "A..3...-port-! -ow!"
"Sarge! Radio!" Spc Hardy said as he turned his back to sergeant.
"Sound like Alpha East 3. Why the fuck they're calling our long range radio instead of short range like they're supposed to?" Nate wondered.
"Everybody, shut it!" Sgt Thompson called with a hand gesture before grabbing a green block-like radio up to answer, "B.E.4 here, repeat what you said. Over."
The radio made crackling and buzzing noises with faint gibberish and background noise.
"-ean! Ne-! -ort! -mies!"
"Repeat, this is B.E.4. Repeat your words, over." Nate tried again as he held his radio up high in effort to get clear signal before bring it down close to his face. Goddamn cheap radios. This is 2085 and the USAF New World Command still couldn't bother to order the latest portable radios to be delivered from home.
"Shit, how far did they go? Didn't they said they won't go too far from us?" Someone said before one Mr Gutsy bearing sergeant rank announced, "Request for retrieval detected! Request for retrieval detect! We need to pick up our pace and head southeast!"
Retrieval? That could means two things, Sgt Thompson ran through his memory of the training over the the USAF robots. Either a USAF robot has been downed and unable to self-destruct to avoid being captured by the enemy OR has been downed and is in need of retrieval and repair.
"You heard it, move it." Sgt Thompson set the radio back onto Spc Hardy's rucksack before moving.
"Move it, maggots! Move it! We got shit to pick up yesterday!" A different Mr Gutsy exclaimed urgently with one of its limbs containing claws snapping as if snapping fingers.
The Bravo East Four and Five force consisting of 13 humans and 20 robots navigated their way through the forest. After moving for 15 minutes, they saw something went in air.
"Is that a flare?"
"Look! Another flare!"
"They don't look like our flares."
"No shit, genius."
Ignoring his squad's comments, Sgt Thompson pulled out his short range radio to call Alpha East Three but no answer.
"Hardy, try to radio them."
"Already on it, Sarge. A.E.4, this is B.E.4. We're approaching the area. Repeat, this is B.E.4. We are approaching the area. Over..." Spc Hardy held a device close to his ear. After waiting, Hardy informed, "I'm not hearing anything other than just buzzing."
"Sergeant Gutsy, are you still detecting the signal?" Sgt Thompson addressed a Mr Gutsy.
"Yes, still have them."
"Them?"
"The signal became two signals as we got closer. Our eyes are in two different locations, requesting retrieval-"
"Hey! Do you hear that?"
"Hear what-"
"Shh! Shut up and listen!"
Everybody became quiet, trying to hear something out of ordinary. Sgt Thompson's ears picked up a very faint whirling sound of 'kukuku'. Is that-?
(Note: just imagine helicopter sound)
"Aircraft detected. Sound like a..helicopter." With somewhat detected slowness in its tone as if puzzled, a Mr Gutsy informed the group, causing confusion among humans. Helicopters? Those things haven't seen much use since the late 2060s with the USAF back in America grounding them in storage in favor of keeping the fighters and bombers fueled. Eventually, the USAF began to introduce new type of aircraft called vertibirds that further threw helicopters out of favor.
"What? Bullshit, who still use helicopters?"
"Guess we're not dealing with the natives."
"Chinese? Could it be Chinese?"
A sound of battle with distant gun firing not coming from one direction but two different directions.
"We're in the area, A.E.4. We are in the area. Need you to watch your fire." Spc Hardy radioed but received no response of acknowledgment from the scouts, "I don't hear anything from the other end, Sarge."
"Same." The radio-carrying member of Bravo East Five reported.
The leader of Bravo East Five named Sgt Tommy Park spoke up while adjusting his grip on his Assault Rifle, "You want to take your boys to the left and I take mine to the right? See which one of us have the hostiles before joining to wipe them out?"
"Yeah, let's do that." Sgt Thompson agreed before ordering, "B.E.4 with me! Gutsies, prep for flanking. You trons also with me."
The Bravo East Four and Five split before heading their directions, readying to assist the Alpha East scouts or flank the enemies. As the Bravo East made their way, Sgt Thompson took notice of the surrounding.
Still have to navigate through abundance of trees.
Trekking uphill…Brushing through some branches and stepping on dirt and leaves.
Did the Alpha East scouts get ambushed? Or are they positioned at the top of hill, firing at enemies? Dozen scenarios raced through Nate's mind as he jogged and trekked.
While moving, Sgt. Thompson spotted a dirt road curving and mused this spot would be alright for ambushing or waiting. Continuing his way, he could follow the dirt road and gunfire sound. Couple more steps later, he could see the bodies.
Quickly, Sgt. Thompson pulled out a pair of binoculars to take quick look at the dirt road.
Dead bodies, all appearing to be the natives, some large ass beasts, AND muties. Showing blatant sign of clashing and deaths. Look to be recent, Sgt Thompson figured.
"Keep going." Sgt Thompson thought, trekking with his weapon while alternating his sight between front and side to follow the dirt road.
More bodies.
Aside the corpses, Nate could see couple shambled rocks, burn marks, various weapons, and...Hold it...Are those fucking tire tracks he spotted?
"Well, I'll be damned." Sgt Thompson slowed down a little, peering through his binoculars at the tire tracks. He could see few bodies got flattened. Meaning one or few unknown vehicles ran over them.
No way those belong to the USAF jeeps or APCs and Nate know his stuffs about the military vehicles. Well, ain't this a kick in the fucking head. But he need to get visual confirmation before jumping to conclusion. So not only they're dealing with possible enemy air, but also possible enemy vehicles.
By judging the sound of on-going gunfire, Sgt Thompson ordered his Mr. Gutsies to move to the other side of the dirt road and make their way to the possible enemy location but not to engage until given a signal. Sergeant Gutsy complied, taking fellow Gutsies all trailing behind. Addressing his squad, Sgt Thompson said, "Keep going, need to get to the top and go down."
The dirt road became hidden by the trees but reappeared after Bravo East Four squad coming down. As the Americans moved downhill but stopped when Sgt Thompson ordered "Stop!" as a louder sound of helicopter could heard with its turret firing.
"Behind the trees, do not engage yet." Sgt Thompson ordered before lifting his binoculars to look behind the tree he's behind. Not looking downhill but looking at the sky.
"Where is it...Where is- Ah ha! I found-"
Through his binoculars, he could see TWO strange looking helicopters flying around. Strange as in something that look to be human-made but in completely unfamiliar way- Nate wasn't sure what word to describe those two helicopters.
Painted in brown and green theme in camouflage pattern that reminded Nate of the proposed USAF camouflage fatigues around 9 years ago to replace all green colored fatigues as the new standard for the soldiers to wear but to his knowledge, it was never implemented with some bullshit budget issue. Those unknown helicopters look to be fucking armed and before Nate could study more of the aircrafts, one helicopter has just fired a rocket from its short wings.
The next second after the explosion, a violent red laser could be seen bursting through the helicopter that just fired a rocket. Instantly killing it and whoever in it, causing the burning helicopter to drop down from the sky.
"The fuck!" Sgt Thompson lowered his binoculars.
Immediately afterward, another red laser could be sighted toward the second helicopter. Unlike before, the second helicopter moved to evade but not quick enough that its tail got destroyed. As a consequence, the helicopter began to spin out of control while descending and couple seconds, a crashing could be heard.
Well fuck, Sgt Thompson didn't had a chance to see a flag or anything that could tell him what fucking nation from Earth. Those lasers, he recognized them as fired by the Assaultrons. Not Bravo East Four's, but Bravo East Five's.
Putting his binoculars away, Sgt Thompson marched toward Spc Hardy who's holding a radio, "Sarge! Sgt Park has just reported the explosion near his squad's position, his Assaultrons retaliated! He said the hostile soldiers are well armed too!"
"Alright! Move it! Whoever they are, they're now enemies. Move, move, move! Hardy, I need you to stay behind, keep our communication safe. Keep in contact with the Five."
"Alright." Samuel Hardy sound reluctant but Sgt Thompson know he'll follow his order.
The Bravo East Four moved downhill diagonally to get on the lower and flatter slope. Moving in parallel to the dirt. While moving, someone exclaimed, "Look! Some kind of jeep coming!"
Sure enough, a single unusual looking jeep could be spotted driving with someone manning a machine gun pointing at behind. Due to the Bravo East Four's position and trees providing sufficient cover, the unknown enemies didn't see them.
Because the vehicle painted in green and brown theme was going at high speed as if it's driving on some fucking highway instead of dirt road in nowhere while running over some corpses, Sgt Thompson made quick decision to stop that vehicle by pulling a trigger to fire couple .308 rounds at the general direction of unknown armored looking jeep.
Better capture it or destroy it and then figure out.
"Fire!" Sgt Thompson barked, "Stop it from leaving! Forward!"
His squad immediately obeyed as the soldiers used the trees as cover to advance toward the vehicle while the Assaultrons sprinted.
In response to the sudden wave of bullets making impact against its front including windshield, the gunner suddenly turned around to fire the machine gun. The unknown vehicle moved in erratic zigzag to minimize damage from coordinated gunfire. In its haste, the vehicle ended running over a large dead beast.
Actually, it tried to run over but instead, it rammed into the dead beast. Pushing it against the ground but moving slower thanks to literal dead weight joined by other corpses.
The Assaultrons shortly reached to the vehicle before jumping. Shattering the windshield and side window open, only to receive yelling and guns firing as a welcome gift.
Being pelted by bullets, the Assaultrons began to relentlessly stab whoever inside the vehicle. As for those whoever inside, they attempted to repel the ruthless robots assaulting them with blades.
By the time the B.E.4 members reached to the vehicle, the battle ended with the Assaultrons crawling out of the vehicle. Two of the Assaultrons could be seen with shredded armor plate in head and torso with multiple bullet holes. One Assaultron has its left arm dangling uselessly, barely held on by damaged shoulder joint and ready to fall off. The third Assaultron got its head shredded off and its body could be seen lying through the broken windshield with is legs being outside.
"Get the bodies out! Let's see who's fucking with us." Sgt Thompson ordered. Now he has a close look, the vehicle look to be a fucking love child of jeep and APC for a small squad. For a small squad of Chinese, based on the dead bodies' face. Except two things suggesting the dead soldiers aren't Chinese.
One, the dead soldiers have a white flag containing a circle colored in red and blue with four blocks being consisted of multiple black bars. Sgt Thompson recognized it as the flag belonging to South Korea.
Which make no fucking sense at all because South Korea ceased to exist few years after the disbandment of the United Nations when North Korea with Chinese support invaded South Korea. The armed conflict between South Korean defenders and North Korean-Chinese invaders lasted for few months before the South Korean government fell and both Korean nations finally unified into a single Korea as the newly formed Korean People's Republic (KPR), obviously with the communists in power.
Seeing a flag representing old South Korea democracy, Nate couldn't help but expressed his visible confusion. Although his human squad mates have their face covered, he could see their confusion in their posture.
Two, their uniform look way too odd for Sgt Thompson's taste. Like the destroyed helicopters and the damaged vehicle, their uniform have green and brown camouflage. In his perspective as someone who've been wearing all green fatigues, the dead bodies' fatigues look to be...out of place. For the communists.
Someone standing next to Sgt Thompson muttered, "Since when the Chinese commies use green and brown color theme? AND can afford to equip them with that much body armor? Think they're some kind of Special Ops? Commandos?"
"They're not Chinese commies, idiot. Can't you see the flag? They're KOREAN commies."
"But still, I don't remember Korean commies wearing that kind of outfit. See this? They have their pant tucked inside their boots. Also, why they're bearing the old flag on their shit?"
"Hell if I know. Do I look I keep up with the commies fashion?"
"Hold it. If we're dealing with fucking Koreans, does that mean it's Korea having their own fucking Gate? Not China?"
"Might well treat it as if we're still dealing with China. Ain't like Korea will say no if China ask, you know. Korea is basically part of China."
"Fucking tin cans, at least leave one alive for questioning." One American muttered, scowling at the Assaultrons and then at the line-up of corpses before noticing something strange. Stepping toward the two specific corpses, he checked their fatigues before calling out. "Hey, look at this! These two gooks have different flag-"
"Not now! We'll come back here later. We got the other hostiles to worry about. Right now, our Gutsies are waiting there. Probably engaging already. You three, stay here and keep your eyes out. Regroup if you see more natives or greenies. But look through and grab anything interesting. The rest of you, with me." Sgt Thompson ordered, already taking his eyes off the dead questionably KPR soldiers to get his squad's attention back on more pressing matter.
Different POC...Not far…
"Bloody hell! What is bloody fucking wrong with this bloody place! We've not been here for even a fucking week and already, we're playing the bloody fucking Vietnam War!" The Australian man cursed, ducking down behind the wrecked vehicle to reload his rifle.
"Shut it, mate! Just keep your head down and fire from cover!" The second Australian man snapped before standing up a little and returning fire at the hill with most of bullets hitting the trees. The unknown hostile returned fire as the second Australian man barely ducked in time, hissing curse under his breath while reloading.
Bloody fuck! Fuck this world!
Earlier, the Australians-Korean-Japanese group was traveling to provide fire support to the American-Chinese squads who found the Greenskins' base not far from where the American-Chinese group got attacked with last transmission being "LET GO OF ME, YOU GREEN FUCK! WHERE YOU TAKING US!"
Off course, this bloody world decided that wouldn't be challenging enough as there was another report of other groups reporting ambush from seemly two different groups of Special Region power in different locations. One group reportedly consisted of multiple species dressing like bloody masked bandits in black-green outfit while the other group was primarily humans dressing like bloody European musketeers but with no muskets.
Both groups reportedly use beasts and have few individuals possessing some bullshit ability to manipulate environment and conjuring fire out of thin air like this world is some fucking D&D fantasy. Oh wait, it bloody well is!
So the leadership ended up ordering multiple rescue efforts while keeping the remaining investigators nice and safe at the base. Thankfully, the helicopters have been delivered and set up on improvised landing area so the recon and assault squads can call upon air-to-ground support or extraction for the injured or citizens as needed.
Which what the A-K-J group did. Calling for air support after their vehicles crashed through fucking dirt wall and into the fallen trees while trying to get away from the Greenskins. But off course, another ambush went off and this time, by the bloody mixed ragtag bandits coming from both sides of the road with few unseen bandits firing from distance.
Off bloody course, they have snipers. Why wouldn't they? These bloody locals look to be in fucking medieval time so where are they getting bloody guns from? Did the allegedly American occupiers have fucking firearm sales or something?
Bloody Americans.
The vehicle gunners tried their best to shoot the rushing bandits and the local snipers at the same time. Except those snipers can't be local because a couple floating orb shaped robots flew from their direction, shooting BLOODY LASERS! Bloody damn robots!
The same design as the one that was found earlier before all this bullshit double ambushing! Fuck, a tank or two would be nice to have.
By the time the Greenskins caught up, the battle initially started as three way that quickly became the Earth military and masked locals against the Greenskins. Simply because the locals took the green skin monsters as bigger threat with no qualm engaging them in bloody close combat. Unintentionally providing a barrier between the A-K-J and brutal close combat with the Greenskins.
It was bloody crazy to see a bloody snake man trading blows with a bulking Greenskin before killing it by ripping throat out with a fucking sword and speed! A fucking humanoid with snake body! Bloody hell, fuck this world.
But the fucking snipers have been shooting specifically at the A-K-J, mostly ignoring the locals and Greenskins. Even after downing the robots. The Australian squad lost two to the damn snipers while Japanese lost one. There was few attempts to get the snipers to stop shooting but went ignored. One bandit has frantically shouted at the nearby Korean soldier in English, "KILL MONSTERS, AMEEREEKANS! KILL MONSTERS!" and something else in native language hard to understand because of too many combatants screaming and clashing.
What the fuck. Do they not see their flag? Even in fighting for their lives, the group of Australians, Koreans, and Japanese could tell that the locals have mistakenly took them as Ameereekans and even urged them to shoot the Greenskins. Whatever the grudge the locals reportedly have against the supposedly American occupiers, the Greenskins' appearance was enough to get the local combatants to shift their focus away onto them.
After spending quite amount of ammunition, both A-K-J and locals killed over thirty Greenskins but suffered casualties. More so for the masked ninja-bandits. Lucky for them, the helicopters arrived after seeing flares and wiped the Greenskins out with their machine guns.
But then, it got crazy and confusing. Seeing the Greenskins number getting reduced, few locals decided to snatch the dead soldiers' rifle but the A-K-J soldiers pointed their weapons at them and suddenly, about half of surviving locals attacked while the other half retreated.
At the same time, the helicopters tried to get the unknown snipers but then came under heavy fire. Forcing the helicopters to take evasive action with their gunners firing back in response. Must be the reinforcement for the unknown snipers and the likelihood of being locals decreased when both ground squads and helicopters spotted the robots of different design approaching.
One helicopter fired a rocket and then after hearing explosion...It fucking got destroyed by a big bloody red laser! As opposed to pew pew laser shit. Later, the second helicopter spun out of control before crashing somewhere.
FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! The unknown snipers and their reinforcement got to be the allegedly Americans or something!
After seeing the remaining Special Region locals getting shot and killed, the fight went to purely range as a gunfight became fierce. Unfortunately, the A-K-J squads have already spent some of their ammo earlier. Not looking good and the reinforcement that's on the way won't be here in time.
That was when someone demanded someone take the injured soldiers onto the vehicle which happened to be driven by Korean military and leave the area quickly. After lifting (more like shoving) the protesting soldiers onto the Korean vehicle, it did three points turn before driving away from the gunfight and to either find the reinforcement being dispatched or drive back to the base if it has to.
"Something tell me we're not dealing with the indigenous armed with guns from earlier!"
"Oh really? I wonder what make you think that? The buggers sniping from distance instead of running and spraying? Or the bloody tri-clop tin cans shooting BLOODY DAMN LASERS AT US!" The first Australian man replied with heavy sarcasm before firing at a floating strange looking robot whose body got punctured with few holes. The robot immediately hover to take cover while the other robots fired lasers from their limb as they advanced toward the A-K-J position.
A female riflewoman in JSDF uniform interrupted the Australians' banter, urgently trying to warn them in English, "HEAVY ARMORS ON OUR EIGHT! HEAVY ARMORS ON OUR EIGHT!"
"Heavy armors? WHAT HEAVY- OH FUCK! TAKE DIFFERENT-!"
BRRRRRRK!
"COVER!" Oh bloody hell, those got to be bloody damn loud! The first Australian man has no doubt he'll have hearing problem. That is if he survive.
The remaining six Australians, five Koreans, and 7 Japanese heard the sound of multiple miniguns firing from a single general direction as the joint military recon group attempting to get to different cover from the hailstorm of bullets.
BRRRRRRRK!
The bullets could be heard pelting the vehicles and ground with some ricocheting. Two of the joint military recon group members got hit and went down with one screaming in pain while the one just died.
"KITO! KITO!" Someone yelled in Japanese that could barely be heard even for the nearby JSDF personnel to hear.
BRRRRRRRRK!
One man screamed in Korean, hurling insult before getting his head shredded. His body collapsed with the rifle still in his hands.
BRRRRRRRRRK!
With the hostile snipers yet to be found and the robots different from floating round things, it was difficult to have ideal cover against the miniguns and by the sound of it, assault rifles. Fuck, how long those bloody miniguns can sustain firing? How did-?
Thud!
"BOTS!" Someone yelled as a humanoid robot with red eye landed on top of the vehicle. Several soldiers aimed their rifle and pistol to open fire. The humanoid robot lunged down with its blades impaling an unlucky JSDF woman through her collarbone as one Japanese man cried in despair while the other JSDF survivors screamed in rage with their weapon firing.
Another humanoid robot showed up with its blades swinging while the tri-clop robots have already gotten closer with their limb shooting bloody flame! Setting a different Australian man on fire with the pistol dropped as he screamed with his face and upper portion of body being burned.
"AHHH! AHHHH!"
"DAVE! DAVE!"
"FUCK YOU, BOTS!"
"FIRE! THEY'RE USING FIRE! THE FUCK!"
The Australian squad leader hardened his expression as he downed a tri-clop robot before targeting another tri-clop. While shooting, the Australian squad leader could see one man yelling urgently on the radio, reporting both helicopters being down and requesting for support.
After shooting another tri-clop robot down, the Australian squad got down to reload while keep his eyes of his surrounding. He could see another tri-clop robot approaching the man yelling at the radio. Unaware.
Hurrying, the Australian squad leader slammed the magazine into his rifle before filling the green colored tin can with lead. The body fell onto the radio operator who shoved it off, causing the ball shaped body rolled toward the squad leader.
Giving him a close look to see a five pointed white painted star. There's something oddly familiar about that white star. It reminded him of a picture he saw in a museum. A picture of the Allies during WWII.
An intense pain erupted in his left side as the Australian squad leader felt bullets punctured through his outfit and skin while the radio operator violently shuddered before collapsing on the ground.
Dead.
Snarling, he fell toward a different cover before crawling and getting into a sitting position. He could see his blood on his hand.
Heaving, the Australian man turned to peek over his cover and saw something shocking…
"WHAT THE FUCK ARE THOSE THINGS!" Someone yelled. No doubt pointing finger at a small group of heavy armored humanoids wielding minigun. Near to them is a different of humans in green colored armors trailing behind. Advancing toward the A-K-J position.
"FUCK! ARE THEY REALLY AMERICANS!"
"I'M NOT SURE!"
"HEY ASSHOLES! STOP SHOOTING! STOP SHO-" A different Australian soldier got filled with hailstorm of bullets.
Next to the bloodied body, a JSDF soldier wore fearful look before dropping his weapon. Waving his arms frantically, yelling as loud as he could in English, "STOP! STOP! PLEASE STOP SHOOTING! STOP SHO-"
The waving Japanese got shot down with lasers.
Oh bloody God damn it to hell, the Australian squad leader thought furiously, torn between believing the unknown force to be American or not. Disbelieving at what he's witnessing. Another soldier dropped weapon before holding hands up, yelling at the advancing 'Americans' and their robots to stop attacking.
Knowing there's no chance of surviving, the Australian squad leader shouted at remaining Australians and others to stop firing and to start yelling to get the advancing enemies to stop shooting.
"WE SURRENDER, BLOODY DAMN IT! WE SURRENDER! STOP SHOOTING!"
Shortly, the Australian squad leader could hear more people shouting English as the gunfight died down with the soldiers in green armors came running to surround and point their rifle at the surrendering survivors. Aggressively barking orders at them in American English.
"DROP YOUR WEAPON, FUCKERS! DROP YOUR FUCKING WEAPON!"
"PUT YOUR HANDS IN THE AIR!"
"GET OVER HERE, CHING CHONG!"
"They're...definitely American." The Australian squad leader thought, recognizing American accent as he was roughly shoved toward the other survivors. The thing is these...Americans have different outfit, completely different from what the US military commonly wear. Instead of typical camouflage uniform, these Americans have all green uniform with unfamiliar and odd body armors. It was as if they're WWII soldiers trying to be modern with different design.
With white star visible for everyone to see.
"I...This...Fucking hell." The Australian squad leader is conflicted with anger and confusion. Angry at the needless deaths. Angry at this world. Confused at how these...Americans behaving differently from the Americans he has worked with back in their world on Earth. Confused about the white colored star displayed on the strange green armor and plate. Confused and scared about how "lively" the...American robots acted.
Not only those tri-clops float and have several weapons, they talk and act like stereotypical American drill sergeants.
"DON"T MAKE A MOVE, GOOK!" A floating tri-clop warned harshly as its claws snapped at a Japanese woman who flinched.
Thud...thud..thud…
While their hands up in air, the survivors could only express their disbelief at heavy armored humanoids walking toward them with their heavy weapon smoking.
"The fuck is this?" One American soldier bearing a sergeant rank has confused look, grabbing a Korean survivor's arm roughly. Ignoring pained protest, the American sergeant pulled off a gas mask to reveal a face showing mixed race of white and Asian staring in puzzlement before pushing Korean survivor away to examine others closely.
One by one with same rough examination, the American sergeant's angry confusion grew more visible. Shared by the other American soldiers got close look at the survivors' outfit by judging their reaction and comments.
One American muttered with puzzlement, "I see commies but no Chinese...What's going on?"
"Chinese my ass!"
"Is that a fucking Jap flag on her arm?"
"It is! Ha, command ain't gonna believe this. Fucking Japs with-"
"Strange design they're wearing."
"Fuck, look at all these bodies around."
"Fuck the bodies, look at those fucking vehicles."
As more white star soldiers showed up, the American sergeant snarled before demanding answer, "What's the fuck Australia doing with the..."
There was a noticeable pause when the white-Asian mixed sergeant look at the Korean and Japanese survivors before finishing with suspicion and hostility.
"KPR and...Japs?"
The Australian squad leader spat on the ground before responding, "I got better question, who the bloody hell are you people and why the fuck you still shoot us when we try to surrender?" Wanting a verbal confirmation that yes, these soldiers are indeed Americans. Albeit what Americans are they dealing with. Just so he and every other survivors know and will remember who attacked and killed their comrades unprovoked.
Instead of answering, the mixed race sergeant sneered as if the Australian man has just asked stupid question. He put on his gas mask and turned around to give order, "Secure these fucks! We're leaving! This place fucking smell!"
"Move it, scums!" A floating tri-clop robot ordered, slapping an Australian man's face, "You got long trip to do!"
Whether everybody at this very spot realized it or not, this would be the very first battle between two different Earths.
A/N: Since America in Fallout have mostly 1950s cultures, here's some slang used. Pulled from online researching:
Turkey(s)- dim-witted/useless person (or people).
Daddy-O- A way of addressing cool person (dude), sometime to show camaraderie. Kind of fell out of style in our world because saying "daddy-o" make people think you're a cop for some reason.
As for KPR part- As you know the United Nations disbanded with everybody having their problems to deal with. The disbandment has severe consequence. In my interpretation of reading Fallout lore and attempt to fill in blank, America pulled their assets out of Asia to save money and potential waste of American lives fighting to protect South Korea and Japan located far, far, FAR away from America against communism. With absence of America and how unfavorable South Korea's and Japan's situation was, China and North Korea took advantage with two Koreas becoming one and Japan getting annexed by China.
Hint: China extracted long over due apology from Japan.
Had fun reading and comparing our (well Gate's) USA and Fallout USA such as Fallout USA declaring war on North Vietnam (Fallout fandom) where in our reality, USA didn't.