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 AU 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 12: Awe and Dread...

A cacophony of death could be heard everywhere on the hilly terrain. A convey of jeeps and APCs drove with a large group of werewolves riding on horseback, chasing with few firing their crossbow. The crossbow bolts have proven to be ineffective with the soldiers on rear jeeps firing with their rifle. A barrage of 5.56mm and .308 rounds flew at high velocity, cracking the wolf-like hostiles' skull and armor.

Whrr! Brrr! Whrr!

Thud! Thud! Thud!

Tchk! Tchk! Tchk!

Thud! Thud! Thud!

Several wolf enemies fell off their horse and ended up getting stampeded by their alive comrades' steed. Galloping in effort to keep the American vehicles in sight, the enemy horses mercilessly crushed the fallen werewolves' flesh and bone. Nothing seem to be dissuading them from following on horses. Not even with the enemy artillery strikes which was great news for the USAF because the commander has a plan.

Personally, Sgt Thompson and some felt it was a suicidal one. If they're not careful, the group could lose most of the vehicles and that would be damn shame. Despite being from 2014, the enemies packed mean firepower. The group has lost 2 jeeps with 1 APC crippled with damaged wheels, leaving the survivors to hold off the bloodthirsty pack of savages whose number would overwhelm them.

There was a consideration of turning around to rescue their comrades but the commander shot that idea down. The Wolves were lesser threat and the commander justified turning around to rescue those left behind would result in greater loss from the enemy mortar.

"Their sacrifice will be...remembered. Honor them by sending the bastards to hell." Commander Summer said on the radio.

It...wasn't pretty to listen to the scream of their comrades getting shredded apart. Even the two men in T-60 power armor got bashed before getting gang piled with helmet being forced off followed by skull-breaking sound. But many Americans chose to ignore or at least tried to in favor of the enemies from 2014 Earth.

Per the commander's order, the USAF drivers purposely drove slow enough for the Wolves to see them in sight but moved fast enough to stay ahead. This was done for two reasons with one being baiting the Wolves to follow and two being target practice. Although the American soldiers have been scoring decent kill counts, the commander had ordered to conserve ammo and use short burst or semi-automatic firing. Most of their ammo will be needed for the enemy coalition.

"Damn! That's a shitload of smoke!" Spc Hardy exclaimed, sounding impressed. Following the specialist's gaze, Sgt Thompson could see a humongous volume of smoke rising to the sky.

Smokescreen? Seem the natives have been observing from the distance when the USAF was pushing the enemy coalition force toward the great plain.

Not a bad idea since human shooters need vision to hit the targets and minimize wasting ammunition. Unless they happen to be wearing specialized visor or something, but that kind of gear doesn't be standard among the enemies from different Earth. At least among the regular infantry, that is.

There has yet to be any reporting of special forces.

Sgt Thompson thought it was really strange that the USAF has yet to encounter the enemy special forces. Or tanks and bombers for that matter. With how sophisticated their captured equipment and hardware look compared to the USAF's, Nate was willing to bet the enemy military has tanks completely unfamiliar. That would slow the USAF advancement by a larger margin so seriously so why they-

BOOOOM!

BOOOM!

BOOM!

"FUC-!"

The driver yelled as he did sudden swerve in attempt to avoid getting hit by enemy mortar shells. Because Nate was half standing with his knee on the seat, he fell off the jeep and rolled across the dirt. He narrowly missed the other jeeps passing by before grunting to get up before dropping down again when more of enemy shells landed.

BOOOOM!

BOOOM!

BOOM!

Brk! Brk! Brk! Brk! Brk! Brk! Brk!

Pck! Pck! Pck! Pck! Pck! Pck!

The dirt flew everywhere with explosions thundering through Nate's ears, hurting his hearing. Barely seeing anything with damn crack on his gas mask, Sgt. Thompson abruptly tore it off his head. Somewhat dazed and in process of getting back up on his feet, Nate saw his group getting engaged by the enemy gunfire with the damn humvees driving with their machine gun blazing.

Few USAF jeeps could be seen burning and obviously non-functional with the surviving passengers trying to gather themselves before responding with their own fire. Nate could see the enemies attacking from multiple directions. He could see the APCs firing their main weapon in retaliation, killing several enemy "American" troops. Few APCs got hit with mortar shells with the passengers barging out. Dozen robots, infantry, and power armors all rushed out with their weapon going hot. Using the damaged APCs and burning jeeps as cover, the USAF soldiers returned fire.

The robots rushed toward the nearest enemy group of "Americans" with the power armors advancing behind, being followed by few regular infantry. The undamaged jeeps continued to drive with their passengers trading fire with the enemy vehicles with no visible success due to the humvees having stronger armor. USAF Group 3 began to lose more of its jeeps, forcing the surviving USAF soldiers to disembark and brave the hail of enemy bullets along with grenades.

Faintly, Nate could hear a war-cry coming from behind. Turning his head around, Nate swore under his breath. The Wolves have caught up and without hesitation, took an advantage of the USAF Group 3 being ambushed by the JEF.

The USAF troops were forced to divided their firing between the well armed JEF and numerically superior enemy demihumans. Fortunately, the Wolves have spread out in their bid to surround both the USAF and JEF so it wasn't the USAF being double-teamed with the enemies from different Earth too dividing their firing.

More corpses and scraps would decorate the great plain as a result of the three-way combat between the USAF, enemy JEF, and Wolf-dominated horde. Some received a bullet or couple to chest and face. Some got blown apart with their body no longer intact. Few got penetrated by crossbow bolts or arrows.

"Not good." Sgt Thompson thought with frustration with himself for falling off his jeep and he lost the sight of it along with his squad. Where did his squad goes?

Seeing he lost his rifle, Sgt Thompson quickly pulled out his 10mm semi-automatic pistol. Better than being completely unarmed and helpless, Nate thought. Trying to keep the dirt away from his eyes, Sgt Thompson rushed toward one group of USAF survivors trying to ward off the relentless Wolves whose horse got riddled with leads.

Few Assaultrons were spotted clawing and maiming the Wolves in deadly close combat, earning agonized scream with the vengeful Wolves hacking and ripping the robots apart with swords and axes through brute force. The demihuman crossbowmen traded fire with their own bolts and rarer, their own bullets.

WHOSH- THUD!

Sgt Thompson cursed out of unwanted surprise with the sudden appearance of large bolt landing in front of him, nearly running into it. The American sergeant saw more of bolts landing in arc, impaling the unlucky soldiers with pointy end and uncaring weight. While stepping aside, Nate spotted incoming horseback enemy charging toward him with a spear. Without wasting time, Sgt Thompson pointed his pistol with both hands, pulling a trigger.

His pistol fired a 10mm round with his finger already pulling again. Again and again as Sgt Thompson shifted his pistol to side way to shoot different horsemen. One horse got its neck shot suddenly stood up, neighing in pain and sending its rider off. The rider landed hard on the ground before getting stomped by the other horse that bumped against the standing horse really hard.

What happened next best described as a messy collision of ten or so horses with their rider

Reloading, Nate fired his pistol as he ran and ducked under the enemy bolts and bullets. When his pistol became half empty, Sgt Thompson tried to regain the sight of nearest friendlies but the battlefield was damn chaotic. The wolf-like demihumans and couple different demihumans were all over the hilly terrain, trying to kill both the USAF and JEF.

He could see the number of corpses growing and the rider-less horses panicking and neighing, trying to flee from the raging battle. Those who fell off and survived could be seen picking up any gun they could get their hands to use. It was difficult to move over the growing corpses, though Sgt Thompson was able to find a still usable gas mask off a dead American whose hazel eyes still open.

Unresponsive, thanks to missing legs. Nate didn't have time to even offer a short prayer or thank since he's still in life or death battle. But he was able to grab a combat rifle and two magazines that quickly became 1 magazine after killing more Wolves.

While moving the nearest hill and half-crouching to make himself a smaller target, Nate spotted a group of 16 USAF soldiers next to two jeeps and a largely intact APC whose guns still firing. The men and women in USAF combat armors hid behind the T-60s who ended up bashing any native warrior brave enough to get close. Only to get personal with cold, hard, and unforgiving punch, kick, and even stomp.

Krck-thud!

One T-60 has just stomped on a groaning wolf demihuman's skull, crushing it before getting pelted by crossbow bolts that bounced off harmlessly. A female soldier behind the T-60 comrade raised her combat rifle and fired, killing a Wolf crossbowman with a short burst.

Great, he'll join them because he's running low on .45 ammo and it was getting hard to find ammo with the ongoing battle. Better to travel with friendly group then traveling alone, Nate thought. But before he could move toward, Sgt Thompson barely spotted a missile streaking at high speed before ramming into the APC's front.

"Jesus Christ! Are you shitting me?" Sgt Thompson thought angrily upon seeing an explosion before making his way. At least the explosion scared the Wolves away so there wasn't many obstacles in his way. However, it doesn't mean he'll have plenty time.

As he hurried his way while making himself a smaller target by crouching, he shot down couple wolf demihumans who were in process of getting back up. Immediately upon being close to the APC that got hit by some missile, Nate picked up his pace to run to see if there's any survivors and maybe to pick up more ammo.

Different perspective…

A young woman dressed in light combat armor is disoriented from something that blew up, she wasn't sure what as she was looking in different direction and what was she doing? Right, shooting some wolf-like hostiles. Everything look blurry and she could hear some kind of high pitch ringing within her head. Unable to hear anything but that harsh ringing.

She has no idea how long has she been unconscious but it felt like forever. She could make out the blurry outline of ongoing battle. Trying to recover and pushing herself before feeling dizzy and falling down on the ground.

She muttered something, still can't hear before glancing to her left to see a hulking humanoid of metal appearing to be directing something at other metal humanoids. The directing T-60 turned head around, spotting her being conscious and made a move.

She could see the helmet bobbling as if talking but no sound, only ringing in her head. She said something, maybe a "What?". The person inside T-60 shifted around before picking her back on her feet and something got shoved into her hands.

Looking down, it was a combat rifle that's shortly blocked by a large metal hand. The T-60 whom she knew to be Sgt Clayton made a gesture to the bodies as if telling her to do something.

"Something? Like what? What does sergeant want me to do?" The young woman is still disoriented and starting to feel frustrated but Sgt Clayton turned around to join the other T-60s by picking up a dead wolf warrior's battle ax and use to chop a still alive wolf humanoid's head off. She has no idea what she was being directed to do but there's someone she need to check on. Stumbling around, she tried to look for a specific squad mate.

One by one, she checked on regular soldiers but none of them was who she looking for with some being dead and some being non-human or male. Finally, it was the last body with gas mask still on.

She knew who's the last person so Tina hurried before getting down to inspect. Much to her relief, Tina could see the person's chest moving as indication of still alive.

"Thanks goodness..." Tina thought happily, feeling relieved. Her childhood friend practically doubled as sister is still alive! Pvt Bozes Palesti who endured the many tough exercises and hardship with Tina Colada during 8 weeks boot camp training. They were prepared to be assigned to different squads but luckily, they were assigned to the same squad being Charlie East 16.

Which was good because they along with other fresh faced privates practically got transported to the front line in eastern Falmart. Originally, half of the boot camp graduates would be sent to American Sadera's west border for their first tour of duty. However that plan got changed so 100 percent of the graduated batch would be sent to the front-line where the USAF has been engaging the enemy designated as the Coalition.

Upon arriving to eastern Falmart, Tina and others would meet their demihumans who graduated from different boot camp before being ushered into the briefing room where everybody would receive the shocking news. From what they've been told in a very short and "helpful" briefing, the Coalition consisted of multiple countries from different Earth including...the USA.

The very same country that the USAF serves as its military arm. But with 50 stars flag instead of 14 stars flag.

So not only the USAF has been fighting Australians, Japanese, and Chinese, they've also been fighting Americans. It was confusing for Tina, Bozes, and others as they're also Americans. One has asked how do they know which American is friendly and which American is not? The answer came in form of an improvised dummy wearing an unfamiliar fatigue with helmet and chest armor.

"Just look at their outfit. See someone wearing camouflage pattern? Shoot them." The briefer said, "And one more thing and I want everybody to understand this. Those dressed in the camouflage or bear the flag with 50 stars? They are not be considered as American. They are not like us. They are not our friend. They are our enemy and they will not hesitate to shoot you. Do not hesitate, just shoot to kill before they shoot you, am I clear?"

After that briefing came squad assignment and meeting. Tina and Bozes have been assigned to Sgt Clayton's as the replacement for two men who got killed by "commie gooks" back when the USAF and the Coalition were battling on the mountainous terrain. Right away, Tina and Bozes were received with cold reception from their squad with Sgt Clayton and Cpl Jonson being little more welcoming.

Not really, they were hardass with Cpl Jonson being as subtle as a sledgehammer. They didn't spend too much time getting to know each other even during the ride on APC as part of USAF East Force-North's Group 3 attempting to flank from north to attack the Coalition and destroy any anti-air weapon. It was pretty awkward with everyone staring at each other, saved for a guy named Guy Hilbert who constantly muttered "Damn commies" and "Fucking gooks".

Tina knew the term "commies" thanks to her uncle figure, Daemon and school. Though Tina wished she knew not to call an Asian-descent human a "gook". She thought it was a short alternate term but it was actually a derogatory insult. Sadly, Tina learned it too late and made herself on Drill Instructor Sato's shitlist during her time in boot camp.

Tina mentally bemoaned her arms from having to do a lot of push-ups. Like every other DI, DI Sato has his own brand of insults. Plus extra miles run before being released into exhaustion.

...Would it kill if they install more light inside APC? Little more light would be nice.

Not to mention being inside APC was also cramped thanks to the power armors standing like lifeless puppet dolls in Tina's opinion. How their metal body remained barely moved even when the APC ran over a slight slope as if nothing will wake them up. Though Tina believed how the boot camp portrayed the power armor didn't do any justice to seeing the real thing personally especially when she was a young girl.

A shame that the boot camp didn't cover how to use the power armor. Tina remembered her very first time seeing a power armor. Well, two power armors who were patrolling on the street in Liberty City. Oh, it was amazing and terrifying sight for a little girl who couldn't lift her eyes off the two heavy metal knights whose footstep screamed "power".

Well actually, there was a small talk when one of long-time Charlie East 16 squad members named Roger adressed the new members. It was a nice distraction for Tina and Bozes from listening to Hilbert and the outside noise.

But then the APC's wheels got damaged so Tina and others ran out while Sgt Clayton and few including Roger suited up. The first thing Tina could think of upon exiting the APC was how loud with her squad mates immediately opening fire on the wave of wolf humanoids riding on their horse.

Gunfire was everywhere.

Explosion was everywhere.

Death was everywhere.

It was surreal and frightening for Tina and Bozes, fresh out of the boot camp. The boot camp training was hard and grueling but this explosive battle on the great plain? That's an entirely different league and this time, it was a genuine life-or-death combat. With how chaotic the battle was and the constant sight of Wolf hostiles, Tina and Bozes weren't able to process that they made their first kill. Sgt Clayton wouldn't let them and when someone in T-60 armed with a minigun command to keep shooting, who would be stupid enough to ignore that order?

Taptap!

Bozes tapped Tina's hand before grasping it. Know what she want, Tina helped Bozes to stand up and this time, she could somewhat hear muffled voice.

"-fine. What was that?"

"Could barely understand you, what did you said?"

"What?"

"I said-"

"HEY!" Sgt Clayton called out with irritation, "What you two ladies doing? Quit gossiping and get over here!"

Two young Falmart-native women look at each other before jogging with Bozes grabbing her own combat rifle.

"Alright, let's not waste any time." Sgt Clayton immediately started talking, "Excluding the robots, our group is down to eleven and our rides are inoperable, we need to grab what we can and get moving before we get sandwiched by the Wolves to death. Fortunately, our other enemy was considerate enough to scare most of Wolves away from our position but we got a min or two to prepare. Our Gutsy detected a group of 50-sters not far from us and I want to get those scums. Move it!"

Sgt Clayton turned to a man named Spc Rainer who has been working un-jamming the minigun, "Is it done?"

"Yeah, just now."

"Good."

Sgt Clayton grabbed the minigun while the other 11 men and women going around to pick up what they can carry. Including looting the unused ammo from dead comrades along with gas mask, dog tag, and few supplies.

"Wait a minute..." Tina paused with a frown, "Now my hearing is getting back to normal, didn't sergeant said we're down to eleven?" Quickly, Tina glanced around to mentally count.

"11...12...What?"

"Tina? What's wrong?" Bozes asked while looking around, "You see enemies?"

"No," Tina shook her head, "Sergeant said we're down to 11, right?"

"Yeah, we lost 5."

"But there's 12 of us. Including us." Tina pointed out, prompting Bozes to mentally count every T-60 and regular soldier before finishing, "...12. Huh? Wha- Ok so what? Sergeant probably excluded himself."

"Hey! What the hell you two standing around for? This isn't tourist attraction!" Sgt Clayton came over with each footstep creating ground-stomping sound.

Thud! Thud! Thud! Thud!

"You said there's 11 of us." Tina said, "But I counted 12."

"That's what you two standing around for? The 12th got separated from his squad and will be with us for while, now quit wasting damn time and pack up!" Sgt Clayton scoffed before stomping away.

"On me, let's go!"

12 USAF soldiers began to move away from the inoperable APC and jeeps that have been decorated with explosives. When the Wolves regrouped and came, a demolition specialist pulled a trigger.

BOOOM!

Without knowing how many enemies died in the explosion, Tina's group began to travel east before heading south toward the last reported location of enemy Americans also called the 50-sters. Unfortunately, the squad has lost contact with the Gutsys.

But that bad news got offset by a friendly squad engaging the 50-sters in heated gunfight, preventing the enemy Americans from going anywhere. However, the friendly squad badly need help with the 50-sters aggressively attempting to flank and they packed serious firepower.

Just as Tina's squad got closer and closer, something fell from the sky. Multiple things that immediately starting to emit smoke.

The same smoke that was sighted in further north. This gave Tina's squad and near friendly squad an opportunity to push however, it presented two risks. One, both USAF squads have to watch for friendly fire. Two, the 50-sters could use the smoke to get away undetected.

Make that three with the third one being an indication of more Wolves and their "warbeasts" getting closer. With time racing, Sgt Clayton has ordered to hustle and get in position with prompt reminder to watch their fire before assigning who goes where.

Unsurprisingly, Tina and Bozes got grouped together and were tasked with two other duos in securing the perimeter to ensure no enemy sneaking away. All of the T-60s would pair up with minimal escort from regular soldiers.

Due to large volume of smoke, the gunfight became less intense with the enemy Americans shooting less and less.

"Move in!" Sgt Clayton's voice could be heard. Pvt Colada watched Sgt Clayton and other T-60s marching toward the source of enemy gunfire last sighted. Few seconds later, Tina felt her muscles tightened upon hearing gunfire.

"You notice something?" Bozes asked in uneasy voice, causing Tina to reply tensely, "Notice what?"

"Things have gotten I don't know, quieter-? Not here, I mean around us? Listen!" While she could somewhat see Bozes with the smoke, Tina could see her friend shifting nervously. While focusing on the background, Tina realized something wrong.

Earlier and even while moving on foot, there was constant sound of gunfire and explosion but not anymore. It can't be due to the smoke, right?

Out of nowhere, Sgt Clayton reappeared, loudly cursing, "EVERYBODY GET AWAY FROM HERE! HEAD WEST! HEAD WEST! NOW!" The roaring sergeant nearly bumped through Tina and Bozes. Good thing they moved out of way as otherwise, they would get hard knockback.

What's with Sgt Clayton?

"OUT OF WAY, FOOLS!" Another T-60 snapped after showing up to follow Sgt Clayton. Confused and uneasy, both young women proceed to run after their squad leader and everybody else. There was a lot of urgent yelling in English joined by other USAF squad who shared the same idea about getting away.

Tina and some others have no idea why their some of their squadmates suddenly freaking out. While running, Tina caught up with one man, asking, "What's going on? Why we're running?"

"Hell if I know! All I know is if sarge running all spooked, then I should probably run too!" The man replied in equally confused tone before asking others, "Hey! Do you know why we're running?"

"Not really!" A different woman in USAF combat armor yelled, "Damn smoke, I can't see Clayton!"

"Just follow the heavy footsteps!" Someone yelled whose voice Tina couldn't identified. The woman yelled back, "Would be easier if we're not being chased by the damn horde of barbarians!"

And she has a point as most of the two squads could hear the horses galloping and howling behind them.

"Just shut up and keep running!" A different man shouted after running and passing Tina and others. Tina could barely see that man doesn't have weapon on him. Should she drop her weapon or no? She didn't want to risk getting into worse situation without her gun but she knew there's still good number of Wolves out on the battlefield.

Not to say she'll be completely weaponless since she's carrying her own 10mm pistol but that's her backup weapon. Thanks to her time in boot camp, Tina has gotten used to running with weights coming from her armor set, guns, ammo, and small supply pack. The only difference was that it's in real life scenario with no drill instructor riding on a jeep, screaming through a megaphone.

"How far are we going to run?" Bozes questioned in demanding tone.

"I don't know." Tina replied, "Watch your step!"

Tina leaped over a corpse and ran around several corpses. She has nearly tripped over with no thanks to the smoke and her vision was being limited by her gas mask. But at least, she's not suffocating so she can't complain.

Upon reaching to the top of the hill, Tina briefly felt a relief that she can finally see everything now she's out of the damn smoke. That relief quickly turned into concern as she spotted a number of USAF vehicles driving out of smoke, also heading west. Some jeeps were seen driving northwest. Tina could also spot a number of USAF troops running on foot with some stopping to shoot their weapon at the Wolves.

And the large bears chasing after the Americans-

What's that sound? It's coming from south? Upon turning her head to her left and over her shoulder, Tina's eyes widened behind her gas mask. An image of three mushroom shaped clouds could barely be seen on the lens of Pvt Colada's gas mask.

Private Tina Colada of USAF Charlie East 16 could only feel two biggest things as she stared at the distant mushroom. Involuntarily slowing down as did her fellow native-born Americans including Bozes.

Awe…

And…

Dread...

Then, two more flashes with mushroom shaped clouds erupting, making their appearance on the great plain, giving it another nuclear scars.

Shifting perspective…

"Got report! Visual confirmed! The Skinny Boys have landed within acceptable range of the coordinates!" A brown hair man in USAF fatigue announced after coming into the Command tent that has been set up. One of several officers gathering around the table with a large paper map asked, "How big was the blast radius?"

"According to Mr. Gutsy, it's close to two-third of mile! That's more than what the Fat Man reportedly can achieve." The brown hair man sounding impressed when he answered. That answer was well-received by the officers with one man with shaved black hair and gray eyes spoke, "Then the brains weren't bullshitting us."

The development team code-named the "Weight-Loss Team" has finally created something better than the Fat Man launcher. The Skinny Boy project was initiated in response to the Fat Man not meeting the expectation of the New World Command leadership upon receiving and testing the first shipment of Fat Man in Jan 2078. While the Fat Man warheads have acceptable power and may have been good enough for General Brock and others, it wasn't good enough for the New World Command. The overall reaction was the leaders expecting more with how much work have been put on the Fat Man.

But instead, many officers were left dumbfound and disappointed. Was that...thing the best General Brock and his development team could come up with? Clearly, there must've been some disconnection somewhere. It was either that or the development team members have too much of radiation affecting their brain and as a result, a disappointment known as the Fat Man was born.

The leadership want more range and the Fat Man didn't deliver it with measly 4 miles range. How the Fat Man was designed has puzzled the leadership. There was no word to describe their disappointment other than the mini-nuke resembling a goddamn watermelon. General Brock or whoever basically bought back the design of mini-nuke used by the Davy Crockett weapon from Cold War.

What's on earth was General Brock thinking?

One officer has joked that General Brock and the Fat Man development team didn't get funding to visit any museum exhibiting Cold War weapons. Had they did or at least, grabbed any history book on weapons for that matter, they wouldn't use a watermelon shape in the first place! To make it even more insane, the USA have already produced so damn many impractically designed mini-nukes! Wasting precious materials, effort, and time in process.

It wasn't really a good joke as there was a near "mishap" in the demonstration with a tester carrying a Fat Man launcher without wearing a power armor which would've been smart thing to do. The idiotic tester has fumbled around and a rounded warhead nearly fell off. Not a good impression to make in front of several officers in the remote area in Western Desert.

To make it worse, the tester didn't aim little higher before launching. The watermelon shaped warhead landed too close for the officers' comfort, close enough for the unwholesome radiation. Good thing they took couple measures as safety precaution against radiation however it didn't stop the tester from getting his face punched by one angry officer. Something must be done to prevent General Brock's blunder from happening again.

America deserved better!

But still, the leadership want the mini-nukes for their own use for the future expansion plan and in case the USAF doesn't want to waste time, resources, and energy to take over both eastern and western Falmart or to give a further "reminder" to the primitive nations not to mess with the American power. Maybe just load Fat Man warheads up on a bomber plane and just let gravity do the work. Or just plain use the Fat Man catapult-launchers that have been shipped as there's no point in letting them sit in storage and collect dust.

Surely, someone can come up with better method of launching mini-nukes or the design of mini-nukes, right?

Coming from one officer with the brain, the answer was yes. Apparently, that one brainy officer had too much free time that he has been collecting primitive weapons. Inspired by a large crossbow sitting in his personal own storage, Lt. Major Springfield proposed to instead of using watermelon shaped warhead, why not use crossbow bolt shaped warhead or just simply warhead shape like a missile?

Surely a bolt will travel further than a watermelon, right? Anyone with brain can see that.

Unfortunately, the USAF already have a number of on-going projects. But the leadership didn't want to wait for the other side figure out and send new team. Who know what kind of excuse or crap General Brock or his development team will come up with?

So the New World Command just pulled few scientists and engineers from few projects that were deemed lesser priority to work on creating better version of Fat Man. Thus, the Skinny Boy launcher was born after several months of frustration and losing few souls in testing. Thanks God for the New World being practically a different planet. Imagine the public outrage from the taxpayers and some nagging politicians, that would be inconvenient but wouldn't change much. The engineers have created a hydraulic mobile platform capable of launching a warhead that basically resembled a missile except it wasn't really a missile.

The hastily formed "Weight-Loss" development team couldn't figure out to make the true self-propelling missiles due to laziness and half-baked commitment coupled with constant "nagging" because of the leadership's expectation. The team simply just wanted to go back to their original project. Similar to Fat Man, the Skinny Boy warheads depends on mechanical launching but with better aerodynamic and can travel further.

Honestly, the biggest challenges were creating a launching mechanism without including the crossbow string since using a string was obviously not going to work and constructing an entirely new facility to refine the uranium and manufacture new mini-nukes. It was a pity there was no safe way to just simply rip the mini-nuke out of Fat Man shells and dump it into different shell. It was also a pity that it took 13 deaths for the leadership to authorize the construction of new facility to manufacture new mini-nukes.

Yes, it means the Skinny Boy is a crew-operated weapon as opposed to the Fat Man being a single-operator weapon...

Yes, it means the Skinny Boy need to be hook onto a jeep or moved by crew to get to anywhere...

And yes, it means developing new attachment for the jeeps to carry the Skinny Boy warheads safely...

All of those...That's fine with the leadership's view.

For the Command with limited allocation of fuel and fusion cores, it was better to have a crew-operated launcher with 10 miles "firing range" than a shoulder-mounted launcher with barely 4 miles "firing range". With the Skinny Boy MK1b launcher, a single jeep with 4-man team (operator+driver+2 marksman) would have enough firepower to execute an "aggressive" recon mission without having to call in artillery strike or bombing run to destroy an enemy stronghold or an army.

To make it better, the Skinny Boy launchers have the basic A.I to maximize the chance of Skinny Boy warhead to land on target as close as possible. Being a mobile platform with vehicle hook-up, the Skinny Boy launcher has its own seat with necessary control to adjust the angle and direction. In addition, the launcher has its own "revolving chamber" to hold five Skinny Boy warheads while the jeep can hold one or two crates for another 5-10 warheads.

The New Command has sent the Skinny Boy design through the Gate to America. Hopefully, the factories there stop producing the impractical Fat Man warheads.

"Wish they have arrived earlier so we didn't have to split our force into three separate groups in the first place." A stocky officer stated, "Wouldn't have to worry about killing our own."

"Well at least, they received our warning and got time to gain distance."

"That was still cutting too close. We should've waited longer before launching-"

"No, we shouldn't. We're all aware how much the Coalition has been-"

"Enough, we don't have time for this." The gray eyes officer sharply cut off two lower ranking officers, "We've already made the plan and we're going to stick with it. The Coalition by now know we have tactical nukes."

The commander grabbed two pins from a box before pinning them on the map, "We need to push them further south, our pals are approaching with their own big guns." Lifting his head up, the gray eyes commander wrote something on a small paper before holding it to be taken as he gave an order, "Tell the boys to prepare another round of Skinny Boys and have them fire at these coordinates. Also have couple Eyebots stand-by for later recon."

"Yes sir. Just want to say we're now down to 12-"

"That's fine, we won't need even that many to push the Coalition." The brown hair man grabbed the paper before rushing out of the command tent and one officer spoke, "Major, what of Group 3? They only destroyed two confirmed anti-air vehicles and couple squads before the Coalition relocated the rest of anti-air to somewhere."

"We need to send reinforcement with Rad-Xs and have Group 3 stand-by until after we launch our 2nd round."

"No, have Group 3 stay there and guard against the natives. We know there's still more coming from north." A thick finger tapped against the map.

"That doesn't make sense, we have already recall our snipers. Just recall Group 3 to here and let Group 1 wipe the natives out. Our artillery guns can make short work." A dark skinned index and middle fingers made an impact on the map before brushing along. "That is unless they head in other direction in which case that'll be for radiation to handle."

"And what of our supply trucks? Hmm? They're getting ambushed en route to here. The natives are getting bolder than before and with us-" A thick finger jabbed at the map few times.

"As mentioned before, they're not the biggest threat. The Coalition should remain our main focus. We need to push them to here." A thinner finger slid couple centimeters along the map before stopping.

"Sir! The friendly cavalries have just arrived. Commander Clark is requesting our Group 2 to assist. They're preparing to advance further to the enemy south."

"Tell them to stick with the south side and stay clear. Also, tell our men to prep for advancement. We've been sitting here too long."

"On it!"

It didn't take long before the Skinny Boy MK1b launchers fired another round of mini-nukes that traveled through the air in arc. Creating three more radioactive mushroom clouds. For any American patriot whether be from America or native born or even a robot, it was a glorious sight. Destroying the enemy infantry and vehicles alike in near 0.66 mile blast radius followed by lingering radiation, killing anyone unfortunate enough to still be alive.

The East Force-North is done with waiting and enduring the enemy mortar and sniping. For the Group 1, it was their cue to make another push for advancement. The Skinny Boys have given the opportunity to do that as well as for the power armored operators to carry the Fat Man for short distance firepower.

The new batch of robots has arrived and ready to take the lead to draw any enemy fire so their organic comrades can flank and counter-attack by advancing to the north-east direction and re-group with Group 3 at mid-point before heading southeast. The plan was to use the irradiated zone to push the enemy Coalition south and into the East Force-South tanks' firing range.

Together, both East Force-North and East Force-South will then force the enemies to retreat to wherever their base at. Then, the enemy leadership will have two and only two choices being go back to their Earth or die.

The USAF is done with the Battle of Great Plain and it is time to end it.

Within 5 minutes of second round of Skinny Boys impacting, the Group 1 Gutsies charged. Swarming over the destroyed robotic comrades and blast marks stretching over a mile. The Gutsies were relentless with only one goal. Find and kill the enemies of the USAF. Following the floating robots, Group 1 rode out on their jeeps, APCs, and transport trucks.

The Group 3 remains have been ordered to head southwest to meet with Group 1. As it turned out, the East Force-North no longer has to worry about the secondary threat. It has been reported that an army of Wolves has largely been decimated with barely couple dozens retreating after good chunk of Wolves who was within the irradiated zone suddenly dropping dead from radiation or suffering. The army of Bunnies too has been sighted to retreat. It was out of character on the Bunny Warriors to retreat but it would mean more ammo to use against the military from different Earth so it was viewed as a good thing.

Not like the Bunny Warriors could do anything anyway. Even with their "creative" mean of impeding the enemy vision, it wouldn't change the battle to their favor. It has been assumed that the reason for the Bunnies-Wolves retreat was due to seeing the Skinny Boys.

Per request from the East Force-South, the East Force-North's Group 2 has been redirected to assist the friendly force of USAF tanks and vehicles. Providing support fire against the enemy Americans and Chinese troops who threw shell after shell and were equally persistent until the East Force-South revealed its own weapon of devastation.

The Tank Bots. Or to be more accurate, the Tank Bots Model-1 prototypes.

The newest front-line fighting prototype robots being developed domestically in the New World. Best described as the Sentry Bots but "bigger, badder, and MORE firepower". For comparison, the Tanks Bots are about 30 percents larger than their older security-providing cousin. If the Sentry Bots provide security through overwhelming firepower, then the Tank Bots provide war fighting through OVERWHELMING firepower.

Developed by the the RobCo, the menacingly huge war-fighting machine was said to resembled an early Sentry Bot undergoing some robotic puberty before getting chopped and repaired with a tank as new body and new guns. The Tank Bots have two 120mm cannons with the latest powerful shells containing Saturnite tip. Provided by the Big MT, the 120mm-ST shells have been designed to have maximum penetration power to destroy any enemy vehicle and building.

Or any obstacle for that matter. Due to the cannons having their own "turning base" standing taller than the head, the Tank Bots can fire the ST shells at two different angles independently. And speaking of the head... the Tank Bots are capable of unleashing a devastating American freedom fighting laser via slightly larger and heavily plated head to cut through anything whether it be an infantry, tank, or wall. The laser power has been measured at 12-20 gigawatts, much greater than what could an Assaultron output at 6 gigawatts.

But off course, that's not all as thanks to the constant feedback and nitpicking from several officers who want to ensure no filthy commies could get close, the Tank Bots also have couple secondary weapons. The large robots have two modified Laser Gatling turrets with one on left and right, located above the treads, designed to turn near 360 degree and engage the enemy infantry. Thanks to the extensive programming, the Tank Bots can utilize their Laser Gatling to destroy any incoming projectile. Located on the front, the Tank Bots can immediately expel skin-melting heat that can reach up to 20-25 feet to burn any enemy foolish enough to get close.

Marked as the first heavyweight robots to sport the experimental Saturnite alloy plating, the Tank Bots can comfortably take on the current MBTs and win. Due to the Saturnite, the war-fighting prototypes have silvery color plating but have been painted with grayish green to avoid standing out too much prior to being deployed to the front-line for "live testing". Powered by four fusion cores with prototype cooling system, the Tank Bots can travel long distance at 40 miles per hour for long time. Exactly how far and how long have not been specified but said to exceed the USAF bare minimum requirements and capable of traveling on most of terrain types.

The Tank Bots' future in the USAF arsenal will greatly depends on the East Force-South's progress. When Commander Clark ordered the four prototype Tank Bots to do their things, everybody in the area have two common reactions: awe and dread.

Being prototype, the four Tank Bots have been designated at TBP-01, TBP-02, TBP-03, and TBP-04. With their primary arsenal, the Tank Bots have immediately turned the battlefield into a hell. The lasers have carved up the land, leaving angry looking scorched lines while the ST shells tore through the enemy humvee and continued into the ground before blowing up. One ST shell went through two humvee, killing 9 enemies inside. Their body couldn't be recognized as human any longer by the time the East Force-South started advancing.

Following the Tank Bots who started slaughtering any enemy. Their Laser Gatling guns lighted up as constant wave of lasers killed dozen 50 stars Americans and Chinese. One Tank Bot's treads rolled over the scattered ashes belonging to two or three humans.

Krrk-Krrk-KRRRK!

TBP-03 knocked a destroyed humvee aside while rolling, crushing couple corpses' gear and bones. The unfeeling machine did it without hesitation as its programming was focusing on executing Commander Clark's order.

The enemies did everything they could to destroy the Tank Bots and other tanks. For all their effort, the enemy force has managed to destroy TBP-02 and severely damaged TBP-03. While TBP-01 received light damages that could easily be repaired on field.

Slowly and with the detached destruction, the combined East Force began to advance eastward. Gaining mile after mile with more blood and scraps as the Coalition fought harder than ever. Marching and passing corpses after corpses, many USAF soldiers have experienced solemn emotion.

No longer feeling bloodlust or triumphant. Only eager to finally end the long overdue battle against the enemy coalition. Becoming desensitized to deaths of their fallen comrades and enemies everywhere from the mountainous forest and badlands to the great plain. Although, there was still good number of Americans harboring anger at the 50 stars Americans and others from different Earth.

Among the Falmart-born soldiers, shell-shocked and trauma have been the common theme. Many native-borns, both humans and demihumans have died. Leaving behind many bitter and angry surviving friends and squad-mates. Seeing their friends from the boot camp getting head-shot or blown apart by the enemy mortar have strong effect on the survivors' mentality. Fueled by the need for vengeance, the surviving native-born Americans continued to march forward.

Private Tina Colada and Bozes Palesti were no different as they came across familiar face of friends from their time in boom camp on the battlefield. Yerri Fields, Haw Latte, and Read Rhine were found with bullet holes fired from the enemy guns. In fit of rage, Tina nearly got shot as she emptied her .45 magazine until a masked man punched her, snapping her out of rage before berating her to control herself. Saving her life in process.

With Sgt Clayton's death from a rocket landing direct hit and with the corporal nowhere to be found, the same man who saved Tina's life ended up leading Charlie East 16. Apparently, that man happened to be the 12th member and also a sergeant but lost his squad who has yet to be found.

"Doesn't matter, they'll show up soon anyway." Sgt Thompson said when Pvt Colada inquired about his squad, "Look, I get they were your friend and their death hurt. But going out there in the open and spraying like a goddamn maniac will not help you. Or your squad."

Even when the enemies appeared to be cornered at their base located at the bottom of the mountain, the USAF continued to push forward. Every soldier and robot knew their order. So what the enemy base still has guns in place with helicopters loaded with fresh ammunition? So what the enemies attempting to communicate with the East Force? The order still stand and Operation Insect Killer must be carried out with no deviation allowed.

Kill everyone and take no prisoner.

The enemy call for communication went ignored and the order to launch another round of Skinny Boys have been issued. Scorching the decent portion of the enemy base. The Rad-Xs and RadAways have been distributed and the East Force advanced. Taking fire from the surviving enemy soldiers as the battle transitioned from the open hilly field to concrete buildings, metallic hangars, and even tents.

For those born and raised in America, it was an odd sight to see some of the enemy American and Chinese troops covering each other valiantly and desperately as they stood against the advancing USAF power armors, robots, tanks, and infantry. However, the enemies have also displayed their ugly side in vain attempt to stay alive. Some enemies have openly surrendered as they laid down their emptied weapon.

Regardless, they were all gunned down without an exception while incurring more casualties in process. The cold mass execution would later be carried out by the robots and standard-issued melee weapons. Even making due with the looted enemy weapons as the USAF soldiers have largely ran out of ammo after fighting so long on the battlefield. It was fortunate that the USAF no longer has to worry about the Geneva Conventions in New World, although the conventions haven't been enforced or even observed after the U.N dissolved back on Earth.

Hours after hours, the surviving USAF East Force has been spreading throughout the enemy base with stragglers still attempting to escape or die fighting. Building after building, more and more corpses- friendlies and enemies alike piled up as an unknown number of enemies forced to abandon the base to the mountain.

Thud!

The door got kicked to forcibly open wide and Sgt Thompson walking in with an unfamiliar rifle he has picked it up from a dead US soldier. Preparing to shoot upon seeing any enemy hiding. Nate has long ran out of .45 and 10mm so he was forced to make due with the enemy weapon chambered in 5.56mm.

The room was silent with furniture sprawling, showing sign of enemies carrying as many valuable equipment as possible in organized chaos. With the room light still operating, Sgt Thompson slowly scanned the room as two people followed him in.

Two girls, both native born with one red hair whose name rhymed with a certain drink while other, a blonde has dumb name like Bozo something. Nate wasn't sure what of make of them ever since he saved Tina by punching her out of her grief to bring her back to the present and it would be waste of able-body. As far as he could tell ever since he has temporarily joined the Charlie East squad, both young women weren't really well-liked.

Well, that was no longer relevant after Sgt Clayton stepped on a mine that escaped the robotic detection and as a consequence, the sergeant in T-60 and two regular soldiers got blown up. With the corporal still missing and Charlie East 16 survivors were appearing to collectively lose their marble, Nate had to step in to take charge to avoid getting caught in crossfire.

His original squad was still nowhere to be found and the danger was still present even after the remaining Wolves and Bunnies departed the plain so Nate might as well lead another squad.

At least until after this damn battle end and Bravo East 4 show up. Afterward, the Charlie East 16 will be someone else's problem because that squad need help.

It has been long time since Sgt Thompson has last deal with the inexperienced privates and their youthful face. In his limited time in Charlie East 16, Nate has watched Tina's and Bozo's face transitioning from youth to one of shell-shocked and grief. Whatever adventure those girls have dreamed of, it got cruelly shot down. Just like how one enemy squad laid suppression fire with one small fire team flanking before killing two men and pelting a T-60 armor during the intense open field battle.

What a shitty luck Tina, Bozo, and every other fresh meats from boot camp have for getting deployed here as their first days...or weeks.

"Check behind and under the desks." Sgt Thompson ordered, "Make sure nobody hiding."

Seeing both privates going around in decently large room, Sgt Thompson addressed three men still in the hallway, "Check the next room. Take both Gutsys with you."

Charlie East 16 has been given new Gutsies but in lesser number and no Assaultron. Honestly, Sgt Thompson was equally impressed and worried when he lost count of destroyed robots scattered throughout the plain and that was before reaching to the enemy military base. He shuddered to see the finalized count of how many damn robots the USAF East Force has lost after the rest of East Force-North regrouped.

He said and he'll say it again. For the enemies from year 2014, they have good weapons and shits.

But the USAF also have good shits with some new robots called Tank Bots. Dumb name, really but have impressive firepower.

Sgt Thompson checked the desks one by one. Seeing nothing but some pens and papers left behind on the desks and on the floor. After few minutes, Sgt Thompson heard Pvt Colada's voice.

"Sergeant?"

"What is it?" Nate's voice sound harsh as Pvt Colada paused before asking, "How many more rooms are we going through?"

"Until we clear this building, private. We'll take 3 minutes rest before regrouping with Charlie East 21 and Delta East 8. This should be our last building." Sgt Thompson replied without looking at Pvt Colada.

Unless they receive new order, Nate privately added.

Colada muttered something that Nate couldn't catch so he went, "Speak up."

"Does...does it get better?"

"Be specific, what do you mean?" Sgt Thompson rose up to stand, facing Pvt Colada, "What get better?"

Pvt Colada and Pvt Palesti exchanged look and Sgt Thompson had a feeling. A blond hair private clarified, "She mean we've killed so many, sergeant. Tina and I have just realized that..."

Sgt Thompson spent few seconds to process and debate on what to say before going with a blunt hammer approach. By being brutally honest.

"Privates, you two are starting to sick? That's great." Sgt Thompson bluntly answered, "As in you two are not psychopath. Seeing this is your tour of duty and having witness the shitshow, you two now know what to expect in the future."

After seeing another exchange of glance between two privates, Sgt Thompson continued, "That's right. More killing. That's part of our duties. As long as there are enemies, that's what we must do. You don't need to like it, you just need to follow the orders and do your damn best to stay alive."

Before one of two young women could speak, Sgt Thompson went, "Look, this is bad place to have this kind of conversation. Tell you what. Assuming I'm still leading your squad, I'll listen or find someone who can help you. No promise on the latter, you are aware this is still a hot zone."

As if taking a cue to support Nate's point, a faint gunfire could be heard in the other room. Seem the other team found a straggler or few in hiding place.

"On me." Sgt Thompson ordered with a sharp hand gesture before exiting out of the room.

Later...Two hours before midnight…American Sadera…

"We lost how many men today?" General Brady-Jameson asked with quiet disbelief as he thought he has misheard the number.

"Currently over 200 but still counting. It may take-"

"What's the total of deaths we counted so far? Including today." General Brady-Jameson demanded, interrupting.

"W-Well, that would be 1,380 and counting-"

"How many enemies did we killed? Excluding the savages."

"They have not report that, they're still counting last I heard but with the sudden rainstorm hours ago, we won't know until tomor-"

"Alright, fine. Not important but how many graduates from Camp Sherman and Camp Grant survive as of right now? I know we have 300 from Sherman and 600 from Grant."

The man flipped a page back and forth before answering nervously, "Uh 183."

"Which camp?"

"Er that's the total for both camps together, sir."

"...You meant to tell me that out of 900 privates graduated from the boot camps after spending 8 weeks...Training them...Feeding them...Gearing them before deploying all to the East Force-North...We lost 717? You know what percentage is that? That's almost EIGHTY percents!" General Brady-Jameson hissed before angrily standing up, "Get out. Leave the reports here and get out. Keep what you know to yourself. Go back to your duty station. Now!"

"Y-Yes sir!" The man promptly set a clipboard holding a number of reports down on the table before hurrying out of the room.

"Lieutenant! Yes, you! Pick up where he left off and continue from there!" General Brady-Jameson hissed out an order as he sat down. Asking out loud, "How does the hell did we lose that many privates!"

"According to the reports, General. The commander deployed most of the demihumans..." The lieutenant began reading off the reports.

After nearly 10 minutes, the lieutenant paused to take a sip of water before resuming, "Due to the chaotic nature, it is unknown how many still in New World. There has been few engagements at the mountain, however the progress is slow due to the landslides. Once the base is fully secured, more squads will be deployed and needing air support-"

"Skip to the part on the Gate. We'll send the birds tomorrow. Did they at least locate the Gate?" General Brady-Jameson impatiently asked.

"Unfortunately no. The only note-worthy finding was few Gutsies and Eyebots acting up about one landslide. Something about unidentified objects buried under the rocks."

"Tell them it is imperative to locate the Gate and destroy it. That is their number one priority, we cannot risk the enemy reinforcement. Nuke the damn mountain if they have to. As matter of fact, have the bombers ready tomorrow." General Brady-Jameson spoke tensely while rubbing his forehead.

"General. We'll also need to secure our supply route to the East Forces and dissuade any foolish attack on our vehicles. We have gained a considerable size of land including the enemy base." A Major spoke up.

"And where exactly are we going to get necessary manpower? The second batch of trainees won't be ready until next week or so. Even then, we'll need third and fourth batches to replace our losses. While we can replace the robots, we lost good chunk of experienced soldiers and that's hard to replace."

"Not to mention all those power armors lost...That's not something easy to replace."

At this, the USAF general spoke up, "Regardless, we need to inform our peers on the other side. It'll be risky but we need more supports. Before we do that, we must revise our plan and operations."

From there, the officers began to add their input and proposal. One thing for sure, many project teams will not the imminent changes. The corporate will protest but the military will be firm. The projects will once again have their resources and manpower re-shuffled as new projects will be initiated.

The enemies from Earth set in 2014 have shown to be capable of inflicting severe wounds. That will not happen again. The United States Armed Forces will not stand for it.

The New World belongs to America and only America.

Two days, the Command would receive a report from the East Forces, stating the Gate has been found to be destroyed by a large landslide. The news received a mixed reactions from the leadership as while the enemies won't be getting reinforcement, nobody know how many still remaining in New World. The stranded ones must be located immediately and be put down.

However it'll be a while as the USAF East Forces must focus on scavenging the recently secured military base. Although the base has been heavily damaged by the Skinny Boys and artillery strikes, there was decent number of humvees and stockpiles of captured weapons and ammunition albeit used up or destroyed. In addition, a very small number of portable computers was found.

A week later and at the insistence of robots constantly detecting the unknown objects buried under the rocks with the abandoned construction equipment that have English and Japanese writing, the East Forces would eventually start to dig. Few days later, an alarm has been sounded upon discovering a tank of unknown design but well made.

With corpses inside, bearing 50 stars US flag. It has been determined the tank crew died from dehydration or suffocation.

The discovery left a bitter taste in the USAF's collective mouth as it made the victory that never felt like a victory in the first place more like a stroke of luck. The East Forces have won because of damn landslides. It didn't take a rocket scientist to realize that the casualty rate would've been higher had the landslide not occurred. After enduring two days of rainstorm that felt like the world mocking the USAF, more tanks would be unearthed and towed away.

As with every other finding, the tanks will be studied and if possible, replicated. When the Command received several photos of the tanks, the intelligence was able to identify it. Thanks to the American prisoners who have been captivity longer than a month, the tanks have been identified as the Abram Main Battle Tanks that the USA in different Earth has been using since 1980.

More discrepancies between USA 2086's and USA 2014's history and timeline.

While the intelligence and scientists were able to find similarity in both US Cold War timeline, the Abram tanks happened to be absent as the USAF was using the continuation of the Patton tanks with upgrades. Though the Abram tanks seem to be solid and well designed so the USAF decided to start replicating process for their own use plus the modification with latest technology along with the humvees. Their design has been drafted and delivered to the other side in America, though they're unlikely going to be manufactured widely to replace the current MBTs and jeeps.

But in the New World with abundant resources? Definitely, although there will be some adjustments with the different engine and configuration as well as re-allocating the space within the factory. Or perhaps, add new armor to the Tank Bots or even create entirely new power armor model inspired by the Abram armor since it became apparent that the T-60s weren't sufficient to deal the enemies from different Earth. The New World Command leadership knew the power armors were more for carrying heavy weapons as opposed to being juggernauts like the tanks, the number of T-60s lost in the Operation Insect Killer has been unacceptable.

Without knowing when and where the new Gate will (and the General has feeling it will happen), the USAF New World Command scrambled to upgrade its current arsenal after taking the time to take a "long hard look" before realizing there's no point in wasting resource to keep manufacturing garbage.

They're in the New World, an entirely different planet with plenty resources that haven't been touched! Why on Earth the factories producing shitty assault rifles, shitty combat rifles, aging jeeps, and robots like Gutsys and Protectrons? Not even General Brady-Jameson like Mister Gutsy and Protectron!

They could make away with completely new designs! They are capable of doing so with the New World! They have 60 million people, that's more than enough! So what a percent of the population not human? They're still malleable to serve the United States of America!

They could produce completely new weapons to replace the current ones! They could produce new assault rifles, using different materials! To hell with wood, let's just use something else!

Design new robots!

Design new power armors!

Design new everything!

Suddenly after a month or two since the USAF defeated the Joint Expedition Forces (as far as they're concerned), it was as if their eyes have been opened and the new opportunities have been found. Thanks to looking at the enemy equipment, the USAF New World Command was presented with a new idea.

A new idea for America's future. An ALTERNATIVE choice...

It was something radical that made many in the New World Command wary. The leaders' "mutual exclusive friends" in America will not like it. The corporations who have established themselves in the New World to do the projects will not like it. Even in small number belonging to a certain organization and completely outnumbered by those who not, it wouldn't matter. They, like many high ranking officers, are currently in position of high authority to exert influence and control. It wasn't part of the plan, America and other countries like China were never meant to still exist this long…Already in year 2086.

It'll be a hard sales as the highly secretive plan has yet to be realized. It was borderline insanity but what if…

No...The New World Command dared not to ask that question. Not even General Brady-Jameson himself. Too dangerous and it would only take one person to alert the other side...

The plan may be adjusted to account for the different Earth's possible re-appearance but it must stick. Even if it means adding more time for the current America and others to exist…

Even if it means their Earth could reach the year 2087 and afterward…

Even if it means new technologies could come out and include the ability to…save the world from starvation for the resources….

No...That's going too far. The plan has no room for saving the world that was destined to burn. Only rebuilding from ashes in their own image.

The Enclave's image…

God bless America…

God bless the Enclave...

But...a very small seed has been planted and as a consequence, a new world would drift away to different future.

Unseen by the mortals, the so-called "gods" have been observing and have noted how much trouble the second Earth caused the first Earth. Despite being from completely different Earth, the humans have proven to be proficient at killing other humans at greater rate that's currently beyond the silly remnant of broken Empire and resistance could dream of.

The "gods" were presented with one simple solution. If their precious world is to be cleansed of the heretical humans and their ideal, the "gods" must utilize the other humans. Kill humans with humans, they said. It was largely distasteful as it run the risk of the humans from second Earth prevailing and staying to taint the world with their own ideals.

There was no other choice.

In four years, Hardy opened another Gate. Both Earths will have their second match however, the "gods" immediately realized a problem. Something went wrong with the Gate. In her attempt to reconnect Falmart to the second Earth to set the stage for second round between both Earth, Hardy has inadvertently created another Gate…

Now the world has three active Gates…All in different locations...

The first Gate is connected to the godless Earth where the Demons in Green hailed from…A place called America. More and more Demons in Green have been sighted entering through the Gate. With them, they bought more and more terrifying inventions spurred by the arm race with China and the Soviet Union.

The second Gate is connected to the second Earth, located in what the mortals called Gobi Desert…

An image of the Chinese President giving a speech on the televisions on September 2016, "Only this time, we will prevail. For we have our friend and ally, the Russia Federation joining in our fight against our enemy!"

Millions of Chinese people have cheered at the announcement made by their leader on the joint military operations with the Russian Federation to the Special Regions while barring the USA and EU from joining on the ground that the USA and its allies could not be trusted. Subtly snubbing the USA for being responsible for the disaster in Japan, causing the Joint Expedition Force to lose to different USA. The Chinese media has played a video of US military using tanks in vain attempt to help the JSDF and local authority to combat thousands of Greenskins in Tokyo with two buildings collapsing in background. Predictably, China's relation with the USA got worse.

The recruitment has surged as many young Chinese have enlisted. Later, thousands and thousands of Chinese and Russian troops gathered in Gobi Desert to march through the Gate with their tanks and the trucks carrying fighter jets...

The third Gate is also located in the Gobi Desert, except on the first Earth…

An image of the Chinese Chairman publicly spoke on multiple microphones on August 2090, "Rejoice my comrades! For the Indian people have faltered and India is no more! Rejoice my comrades, we have been presented the opportunity to ensure that our communism will save our world! Rejoice my comrades! From this moment on, the Communist Powers have been born and we, the People's Republic of China and the Soviet Union will and forever be together! My comrades! Rejoice! We will prosper!"

Millions of Chinese people have cheered as the cameras captured the historic scene of the Chinese Chairman and the Soviet Union Premier shook hands while holding up a paper for everyone to see. Although the world has officially ran out of oil, China and the Soviet Union renewed their collaboration in research and developing years ago. Through their collaboration, China and the Soviet Union unveiled several inventions that intensified the arm race as the United States of America scrambled to match or surpass their communist foes in term of military and technology.

Later, thousands and thousands of Chinese and Soviet troops gathered in Gobi Desert to march through the Gate with their tanks, aircraft, robots, and power armors…

The "gods" have made a grave mistake and they could only to watch their precious world to drown deeper than intended. Instead of dousing out the fire, the decision to reconnect the second Earth ended up making the fire bigger.

Enter…

The People's Republic of China and Russian Federation…

And…

The People's Republic of China and...the Soviet Union…

The war drum began to beat louder.

The future began to change drastically.

And worst of all, the plan the Enclave has long sought to realize was falling apart as a consequence of waiting too long.

An image of the new US President giving a solemn speech on September 2090 with hundreds of cameras flashing and recording, "My fellow Americans...I am here before you all...to tell you the truth that you and I...have been ignoring. The truth that you and I need to acknowledge..."

"Yes...My fellow Americans. The truth has been with us and right in front of us. Set the motions affecting million Americans like you and I. And yet, we have chosen to ignore it. We have chosen to be blind. We have voluntarily chosen to stick our head in the sands when the world- our very own world is changing. With the past events that you and I have been experiencing...I could no longer ignore it. I will not stand it and neither should you."

"My fellow Americans..."

The US President on the early colored televisions being watched by millions of Americans stared directly at the cameras as if personally addressing the viewers. His eyes appearing keen and accepting with realization that his new words will have severe consequence. But it was a consequence he'll gladly pay.

"The Enclave you have been reading on the newspaper and hearing on the radios and televisions...They are real. And they are traitors to our great nation. They're the reason why we are-"

A gunshot was heard and the scream of thousand American citizens could be heard.

The witch hunt has begun and the purge…

Has also begun.