-Counter offensive-
July 7th, 2019
Tyler Island HQ. Interrogation room 3
Osean Intelligence Agency (OIA)
Name: Special agent Klark Hudson
Age: 34
Agent Hudson made his way through the IUN-PKF facility on Tyler Island, his destination? Interrogation room 3. It's been about 12 hours since he last spoke with their new POW from the Gate. The majority of the other prisoners they captured during that bloodbath which is now simply known as "the Gate War". Erusian and Osean officials have gathered at Farbanti to discuss further actions regarding the Gate. Since both parties lost many innocent civilians and high ranking Generals and Admirals, they came to the conclusion that this requires a common solution and, if necessary, a joint operation.
"Good morning Count", Hudsen said, simultaneously opening the door and with that startling the Count sitting on the Table in shackles.
"Look, agent-"
"Only speak when i ask a question!". Hudson had a stern face and glared at the Count. The latter just shrank back into his seat.
"Alright, now", Hudson began in his usual friendly tone, "We managed to verify your claim as wrong. There where no such events in any of our cities besides here". Count looked shocked. How fast where these people to be this accurate and certain about their claims to have checked their whole world for another Gate. "This leaves two options, Count. Either you where lying or the Gate opened in another universe. But from what i saw out there, these beast men and honest to God Dragons, i'm not sure if the second option wasn't false either".
"Agent Hudson, look. Please, when you kill me, make it quick. Alright?". Hudson had confusion written all over his face. "Huh?", He asked dumbfounded.
"When you kill me later after i gave you all the information you need, please make it quick", Count grew slightly annoyed at the audacity of this man.
Suddenly Hudson started laughing heartily. "Oh Count. You thought we are going to Execute you?!". Hudson laughed even harder. Count Formal wasn't sure if he should cry or be more annoyed.
"Listen Count. No one's getting murdered here. Let me say it like this. You surely have Family, right?". Count wasn't sure if to answer the question but then again what did he have to lose anymore. He was the leading general of a failed conquest into another world and most of his soldiers where dead and the rest was captured. "Yes...", he sighed, "3 Daughters, i let my youngest one, Myui, to look over Itallica", Colt threw his face into his palms, "I thought i'd be back in a couple of days but here we are...".
"Damn... you surely wouldn't win the father of the year award with letting your youngest look over a whole damn City", Chuckled Hudson, "But i have an solution", he added.
Formal's head shot up. "What solution?", he asked wearily after s second of rethinking.
"Help me". Hudson replied simply, leaning back in his chair and a smug face.
"Help you?". Formal was bewildered, how in the name of the gods above should he help them?
"Help me, help you", Hudson said. After a lack of any reaction from Formal, he sighed. "Look, count Formal. You surely miss your daughters, right?", Formal nodded slowly, "If you act as our Puppet and help us get the people in charge of this unprovoked attack, we'll send you back to Itallica where you can rule and do all you want under our Protection. But there will be rules, even for you". Formal was speechless. He just got the offer from the enemy who slaughtered them, to go back to his Family and still remain Count of Itallica. "What rules?", He then asked a little to enthusiastic, he mentally slapped himself after the slip up.
"First things first Formal. Do you agree? It's a simple yes or no question". Hudson went from the nice and helpful agent to the harsh OIA agent he was trained to be.
Formal sighed. In one hand, he'd stay loyal Sadera andto his emperor and if he dies, he'd die in honor. In the other hand he'd see his daughters again and remain the ruler of Itallica, tho under a new flag of course.
After a long and silence, Colt sighed heavily. "I'll do it".
"Yessir! That's what i wanted to hear!", Hudson cheered loudly at Colt's answer making the latter jump a little. After calming down Hudson outstretched his hand and Colt shook it. A pleasure doing business, Count Colt Formal".
"Now what rules did you mean back then?". Count asked, skeptically.
"First and most important rule, no Slavery". Count's jaw hung wide open, although he was expecting something like this.
"There will be an uproar from the people. They won't like this a single bit", Colt tried to argue.
"That's why our Peace Keepers will be there", Hudson replied. "We will station our soldiers in and outside your borders and protect your City from all enemies, if they are Foreign or domestic".
-Counter offensive-
August 21st, 2019
Tyler Island
Tyler Island was buzzing with activity the first time after the Lighthouse war. Osean Armor rolled down the streets towards the Gate structure. The Vehicle Commanders had their hatches open and waved the civilians on the ground as they stared in awe. Transport Helicopters flew over their heads, the loading ramps where open and the loadmasters where dangling their feet down. Jets buzzed over the Island and left onlookers in a state of shock and admiration.
Erusians mostly could muster men and lightly armored vehicles, since all of their heavier equipment got either destroyed in the War or was taken away due to the sanctions applied on them.
The Princess did a pretty good job to protect her nation from the worst Sanctions like not having a Military at all, but then it was agreed on that they could have one, but only enough for self defense. This means the Royal Erusian Navy was limited to what currently wasn't a Coral reef yet, in other words, a hand full of guided missile destroyers, some Frigates and a couple dozen patrol boats. The ground forces where renamed as Royal Ground self defense forces and came out mostly unscathed, considering they took most of the damage of all branches while in Wartime. They where limited to a battalion worth of Tanks and APCs and 10'000 personnel. The Royal Air force was hit the hardest, because it was practically nonexistent. No Bombers and 40 Fighter aircraft where what they had now. This is why Osea has provided the bulk of the armed Forces in the Gate project.
A huge column of military vehicles had parked in front of the Gate. Spearheading the assault will be Oseas M1 Tanks. Behind them where various Erusian and Osean Armored personnel carriers. In one of these APC's sat Basilisk Team. They where the ones that cleared up the Cape Rainy base from the ground and took over the local HQ and with that set the last brick for the final Battle of Farbanti. Basilisk team is a Elite Team of the Osean Marine Corps (OMC). The higher ups in Osea saw the potential in these guys and added them to a special detachment of the Marine Corps, called Osean Marine Raiders.
"Are you ready guys?". Asked Captain John Mitchel, leader of Basilisk team.
His second in command, Staff Sergeant Mike Nanz who sat opposite of him, looked up, "Born ready, sir". The other guys gave similar responses before the VC stuck his head back where Basilisk was sitting. "Guys, you might want to hear this, General Shepherd is about to hold a speech". Mitchell nodded and the ramp lowered. Basilisk team went out and climbed onto their APC, in an attempt to hear and see the General better.
"My fellow Oseans and Erusians. It's an honor, standing in front of you, here today. Not only is this the first time in history our two countries will fight under one flag, but it is the first time in history that a human will step into another world with sapient life on it. We will make history today, but we also can't forget out initial goal of finding the people responsible for the heinous attack a couple of weeks ago. We have send scouts already through the Gate, many of them didn't return, these that came back reported a massive gathering of enemy troops. Let's not let the sacrifice of these man be in vain. Remember they might be technically inferior but once they get close it will be a blood bath. Remember your training, trust in your comrades, and believe in your own abilities. The eyes of our nations are upon us, and we will not falter. Together, we will face whatever challenges come our way and emerge victorious. Stand tall, soldiers! For Osea! For Erusea! For victory!".
A resounding cheer erupted mainly from the Osean Soldiers. Some Erusians where also cheering but most of them either gave a simple nod or climbed back into their vehicles.
The man next to Shepherd stepped forward and spun his finger in the air, "Alright ladies and Gentleman, enter your Victors. We're rolling out in 20".
"You heard him! Move it Basilisk", ordered Mitchel. With a swift move he jumped of the APC and went up the ramp back into the vehicle. Basilisk team followed closely.
"Hey Motorola, what do you think we'll encounter over there?".
"Elmar, 10 minutes ago, I was clueless, now i'm just as clueless".
Specialist Elmar Gibson was very enthusiastic about the venture into the Gate, to Basilisk's dismay.
"Good morning Ladies and Gentlemen, this is your captain speaking, please fasten your seatbelts. Today's flight will start from Tyler island and land in, Fuck i know, because we're going to blow it up anyways. I hope you have a great time back there".
After the announcement of the VC, Captain Mitchel couldn't hold back his retort, "Good Speech Captain Kirk", the vehicle broke out in laughter. When they calmed down Mitchell turned to his LMG gunner, "Elmar, if i hear one word about Waifus, Dragons or any other fantastical creature from you, i'll find the next cliff and throw you off there. Am i clear". Basilisk Team laughed except for Elmar, he shrunk back into his seat. "Crystal, sir", replied Elmar with his head down.
"Good".
The column is divided into multiple sections. Section A through C where Oseas M1 main Battle tanks, call signs Sierra Company, Tango Company and Uniform Company. Sections D through G where Osean and Erusian APCs and IFVs, call signs Alpha Brigade, Bravo Brigade, Charlie Brigade and Delta Brigade. In the back Sections H through J where Medical and cargo vehicles. They had no call signs.
"First up Sierra, Tango and Uniform, roll out". The announcement over the radio was firm and the first row of Tanks awoke to life with a mean growl of their turbine engines. Two soldiers with red flags in their hands stood on the edges of the formation and guided the Tanks in. Once inside the lead Tanks fired up their Headlights, snd once again the light was consumed by the darkness.
That radio in Basilisk's APC crackled up, "Alpha, Bravo, Charlie and Delta. You're up. Dismount your troops and engage targets along side the Tanks". A quick "Wilco" came from the VC and then the engine hummed to life. With a jolt the APC moved forward and into the Gate.
"Guys", called the VC, "Once we're there, you need to dismount and take position somewhere, from where you have a good overview of the Battlefield. When the first Wave is over you need to report to Colonel Mc Kinsey".
Some of Basilisk recoiled when they heard the name. "Mc Kinsey?! This fucker's responsible for this operation? You're fucking kidding me".
"Unfortunately no i'm not. But hey, see it from the bright side".
"What bright side?", Questioned Private Hartman. If we get overrun, he dies too", the VC replied bluntly, like he had no care in the world.
"Understood!", replied Mitchell dismissively over the growling of the engine.
The ride through the Gate went about 10 minutes. Once through they where greeted by sunlight. It was afternoon at the moment. But what shook them to their core was the sight of tens of thousands of men, beast men and Dragons standing in formation in front of them. Armed with swords, clubs, spears and Bows they just stood there like statues. The vehicles parked around the Gate so they could cover it from all angles. Meanwhile Anti air guns and self propelled Artillery arrived through the gate and also went in position.
"All Units, this is Colonel Mc Kinsey. When these medieval idiots advance, the Artillery will open up with the first volley. After that Tanks open the second volley and from there on out it's an Turkey shoot". The units responded with a, "Wilco", or, "understood". Then came another announcement from him. "To all the grunts, if there's any sign of Arrows or anything else, get your asses in your Victors. Gods speed gentlemen".
As Basilisk listened to this, they couldn't but to stare at each other in disbelief. The Colonel who favored his career and some medals over his soldiers just showed that he cares about them. Or was it just for his own good?
Basilisk Dismounted their APC and took in the view. "Holy shit... that's a lot of targets". Exclaimed Mitchell as he started at the massive amount of enemies.
Suddenly a war horn blared and the medieval soldiers began to march on them. Radio chatter began picking ip pace too.
"Alright men, this is our clue. Fire mission! Shoot everything outside our perimeter. FIRE FIRE FIRE!".
A/N:
For the Stories sake i made Basilisk Marine Raiders instead of normal Marines and Promoted Lieutenant Shepherd to General Shepherd. This has nothing to do with the CoD Shepherd! So there will be no epic betrayal and fight against the own nation. At least not from Shepherd... i revealed to much, forget that part or i'll sent Trigger after you and he drops a JDam through your roof