A new world.
'This city is far more magnificent than what the scouts said' thought Colt La Formal, as he stood in the entrance of the gate, seeing the tall towers surrounding him, covered almost entirely in glass.
'For these barabarians to have so much glass... Godness Gaius didn't lied with his reports' he thought, as he recalls the long winded report Gaius Co Fato, the responsible for the interrogation of the otherworlders, gave to the senate and the emperor after weeks of questioning the people who 'accidentally' crossed the gate in the last weeks previous to the expedition.
He saw that as soon as the praetorians had formed the perimeter, a mob of onlookers had formed around, pointing at them with those hand mirrors that, per gaius report, where used for comunication over last distances in a short manner.
Along them, some horseless carriages painted white and blue arrived at the scene, with some people on Blue uniforms dissembarking from these and moving towards the front of the gathering, yelling and moving aside the people, half of them moving foward, and the other half pushing the people away from the gate
'Their urbane militia it seems' Colt lowered from his horse, picking up from the bag attached to his horse the scroll with the greetings and the olive branch, what the otherworlders siad it was one of many symbols meaning peace, and strode fowards, remembering carefully the memorized, foreing words he was about to use
As he move fowards, some of the urbane militamen advanced too, stooping just in front of the shield line, their hand placed on their right hip, frimly holding something they carried there, ready to intercept him.
When he stopped in front of them, he put the olive branch in the ground beetwen them, and said the foreing phrase he memorized "We are saderan Empire, we demand meeting with emperor Naruhito" then handed over the scroll to the closest urbane "For your leaders" then Colt retreated back to the shield line, having completed his presentation, wondering if the locals had understanded his possibly pronunciation of their language.
'Thanks the gods their mirrors could translate our languages' albeit they had to speak in extremely simple and archaic terms to do so, such a covenience sped up the whole operation by months, maybe years even.
When he returned to the centre of the formation, he returned to his horse, seeing the urbane with the scroll returning to one of the carriages, departing shortly after, likely to deliver the scroll.
As the carriage left, more and more urbane arrived, moving the mob of onlooker back and out of the street, making a barrier with the carriages to clear out a space beetwen his men and them.
"Messenger" he called, as one man dressed in a light, purpple tunic ran up to him "Deliver this message to General Vexix: contact has been made with local authorities, the scroll has been delivered, we are waiting for an answer. No hostilities so. Tell him to get the palisade transported. Go" and as soon as he ended, the messenger ran up to the gate, going to deliver the message as fast as his leg allowed him.
A peaceful, if wary, contact has been, just as it has been expected from a peaceful nation per Gaius investigation. Seeing how the urbane, whose number increased by the minute, were trying their hardest to push the people away from the gate, he thought it was optimal to start building the foundation for the outpost, although the city landscape would severely limit the size of it, maybe the empire could buy the nearby buildings and use them for it? A question for another time.
As he thought of the surrouding towers, he took a look at them, seeing hundreds more of people looking at them, a lot of them with those handheld mirrors, pointing at them, in particular pointing towarda the wyvern perched at the top of the gate, which was menancily swiveling its head one side to another, wary of the alien surroudings from To-Kio, as the otherworlders called this city.
'With these towers its no wonder how they have 30 million people in this city alone'
Gaius investigation had revealed many things from this nation, such as its name, Ninhon, or rising sun if taken literally. Its particular geography of being an island nation sitting on a massive archipielago, its massive population of over 100 million people, of how this was a nation that hadnt seen a war in several decades, after what they could surmise, was an massive defeat at the hands of 'Ameerikans', of how this nation economy depended on importing raw materials, since ut was a poor island resource wise, and exporting high quality craftmanship, with was renowed in their world as the best, per their own words.
After the first investigation, it was decided a military conquest was next to imposible, since not only their capital alone had as many people as the imperial hearthland, but that the city was extremely big, taking the scouts days to reach the very borders of it afoot. Thats without considering how crude the ubran combat would be, these towers made every street a valley for any misiles they could hurl at thwir legions, their horseless carriages would allow them to move faster than their cavalry could, allowing them to outmaneuver their forces, and after the scouts reported they had also flying contraptions, this would put even their mighty wyverns at a stake too.
A more peaceful approach was choosen, were the most elite forces would set an thight cordon around the gate, and he would act as an ambasador to them, and as long as they remained peaceful, the praetorians would move an inch foward or draw their sword at the populace.
As he mussed about his mission, pieces of the palisade started to arrive, carried by slaves who were also dressed in purple tunics, indicating their status as direct property of the imperial guard. The palisade was made by individual sections, with concrete base and a wood wall on top of it, with a small pedestal allowing an archer to stand on top of it.
The praetorians opened way to the slaves, who, in matter of mere minutes, testament to their efficency, had set up the palisade surrounding the gate in its entirety, giving the praetorian guard little of respite from guarding the gate.
Then a whirring sound came, like a very fast beating of wings; colt looked upwards, and saw a carriage with spinninh wings approaching, stopping short of the militia barricade, certainly intimidated by the wyvern, which tensed up and growled at the carriage, its rider trying its best to reign in it.
Colt hoped the gods would bless the empire in this endeavours as they had done in the past
Author note: here is chapter 2, chapter 3 its gonna be out soon i promise. Any feedback its appreciated
