Chapter 3: First Contact Part 2
I just realized that the New World is ridiculously big, from Japan to Mu is approximately 21,000km but with the planet circumference is 100,075 km. This is basically the distance from Japan to Iraq. This means, base on the map, everthing happened in the novel can fit inside a single qudrasphere of the planet. I don't want to invent new continents so I will make each landmass 3.2 wider: this will make them 10 time biggers. So now Rodenius 5 times the size of the Australia continent (as big as Asia minus Russia), located approximately 3,000 km southwest of Gra Valkas. The equator runs through Quila's capital. Qua-Toyne Principality is now approximately the size of China and is as poweful as Qing China in late 1800s. This also make the Holy Milishial Empire about ten time bigger than the US but the Empire is a millennia-old country with a 4,000 years old Emperor so why not?
Leiforian Sea, Second Civilization Area
Approximately 3,000 kilometers east of the location where China was mysteriously transported lies a vast supercontinent, comparable in size to Pangea, known as Mu. This continent is home to two of the five Superpowers of the New World: the Federation of the Communes of Mu, the second strongest nation, and the Leifor Confederation, the fifth strongest nation.
As the second most dominant force in this realm, the Communes of Mu boasts military installations spread across the continent, including within the territories of the Leifor Confederation. One such installation is the Ventana Naval Base, which Mu has secured for a lease period spanning an impressive 499 years.
On this particular day, an international maritime warfare exercise is underway near Ventana. Despite both Leifor and Mu being considered superpowers, the gaping disparity in their military might is readily apparent. The Leifor Confederation has deployed ten Akron-class dragon carriers, each weighing 15,000 tons and measuring 212 meters in length, capable of deploying up to 22 Wind Dragons. In contrast, the Communes of Mu has dispatched ten La Madawaska-class super carriers, each weighing over 75,000 tons, boasting a formidable air wing consisting of 80 to 100 jet aircraft. A single Madawaska-class carrier is more than a match for ten Akron-class carriers.
Among the vessels comprising the pride of the Leifor Navy are the five 30,000-ton Busak-class magic battleships. Equipped with magic engines generating 40,000 shaft horsepower, these ships boast a maximum speed of 23 knots and are armed with eight 15-inch magic cannons. However, they pale in comparison to the La Kasami-class super dreadnoughts of the Communes of Mu. Weighing in at 90,000 tons and powered by magic-enhanced diesel engines generating 440,000 shaft horsepower, these behemoths reach a maximum speed of 33 knots. Armed with nine 20-inch guns mounted in 3 three-gun turrets, the La Kasami-class ships are among the most formidable in the New World.
High above, at an altitude of 60,000 feet, a Guizhou WZ-7 Soaring Dragon UAV operated by the Chinese military is conducting reconnaissance of the Mu and Leifor fleets, capturing detailed images of the ongoing exercises with keen interest.
In the control tower of the La Madawaska-class super carrier, a flurry of activity ensued as radar screens illuminated with the presence of the Guizhou WZ-7 Soaring Dragon drone. Commanders swiftly relayed orders, mobilizing a squadron of their most advanced aerial assets, the CF4 Avaris jet fighters, to intercept the unidentified intruder.
A sense of urgency permeated the room as orders were swiftly relayed to the squadron of CF4 Avaris jet fighters awaiting their command. With practiced efficiency, the pilots donned their flight gear, their expressions steely and determined as they prepared to confront the unknown threat lurking high above.
The CF4 Avaris, the pinnacle of Mu's naval aviation technology, epitomized speed, agility, and firepower. Capable of reaching speeds of up to 880 km/h, these sleek jet fighters were the pride of the Mu People's Navy. With their formidable armor and equipped with 37mm auto cannons, they were a force to be reckoned with in aerial combat.
As the engines of the Supermarines roared to life on the deck of the La Madawaska-class super carrier, the sleek jets taxied into position, their wings glinting in the sunlight. Powered by advanced hybrid propulsion systems and armed to the teeth, these formidable aircraft represented the pinnacle of Mu's aerial prowess. However, their prowess would soon be put to the test against an adversary soaring beyond their usual operational ceiling.
Led by Madala, a veteran pilot renowned for his skill and daring, the squadron streaked into the azure sky, their afterburners igniting with a brilliant flash. With each passing moment, they soared closer to their elusive quarry, determined to intercept the intruder and ascertain its intent.
As the CF4 Avaris fighters streaked through the skies, their pilots braced themselves for the impending confrontation. Within the confines of the Control Tower, a symphony of manacomm chatter reverberated throughout the room. Brilliantly illuminated crystals pulsated with an array of vibrant hues, casting an ethereal glow upon the operators clad in uniforms adorned with hues of azure and gold. Focused and determined, they meticulously monitored the unfolding events with unwavering resolve.
"That's a damned UFO!" exclaimed one operator, his frustration palpable as his clenched fist collided with the table, causing the luminous scrolls before him to ripple with agitation. "It's flying too high; our interceptors won't be able to reach it at that altitude."
Despite their advanced technology and formidable arsenal, the altitude at which the Chinese drone operated posed a formidable challenge for the Mu interceptors. With the Guizhou WZ-7 Soaring Dragon soaring at an impressive altitude of 62,000 feet, well beyond the operational capabilities of the Avaris fighters.
Inne, the radar operator, watched with bated breath as the unidentified object disappeared into the vast expanse of the open ocean, leaving behind a trail of questions and uncertainty. In the control tower, the atmosphere crackled with tension as operators scrambled to make sense of the unprecedented event. Manacomm channels buzzed with activity, the air thick with the scent of magic as crystals hummed with power, casting a kaleidoscope of colors across the room. Inne's fingers danced across the controls, her eyes fixed on the glowing displays before her, searching for any sign of the elusive intruder.
"Can we recalibrate the crystals to track it?" Inne asked, her voice steady despite the tension. She knew the capabilities of their magical technology, but pushing it to these limits was uncharted territory.
"We're trying," her colleague, a young technician named Rian, replied, his hands moving swiftly over the controls. "But it's like nothing we've ever seen before. It has... no mana signature."
Inne's brow furrowed as she processed the implications of the UFO. What was its purpose? And more importantly, where did it come from? The notion of an unknown land beyond the reaches of their world's known map sparked a glimmer of curiosity within her, igniting a desire to uncover the truth hidden amidst the swirling mists of uncertainty.
As the minutes ticked by, the drone continued to evade detection, its high altitude and advanced stealth capabilities rendering it nearly invisible to the Mu fleet's sensors. Frustration mounted among the control tower staff, their attempts to intercept the intruder proving futile.
Meanwhile, aboard the Chinese UAV control center located within a fortified bunker in Taiwan, Major Liu Zhang observed the feed from the WZ-7 with satisfaction. The detailed images and data being transmitted provided invaluable intelligence on the capabilities and formation of the Mu and Leifor fleets.
"Looks like they're trying to intercept us," Liu remarked to his colleague, Captain Wei Lan, who monitored the telemetry data.
"Let them try," Wei responded with a smirk. "At 62,000 feet, they're not getting anywhere near us with those WW2 fighters."
Qua-Toynian Sea, Rodenius ,The Third Civilization Area.
Far to the north of Myhark, within the expansive domain of the Qua-Toyne Kingdom, the vast expanse of the sea stretched out endlessly beneath the azure sky. Upon the deck of a majestic ship of the line, christened with the name "Astarte's Embrace," Captain Matuch stood resolute, his piercing gaze fixed upon the horizon. His thick, blonde beard, meticulously groomed, remained steadfast against the occasional gusts of wind that swept across the deck. Above him, the billowing sails of the ship bore the emblem of the goddess Astarte, marking it as a vessel of Qua-Toyne's maritime forces. Matuch's crew, disciplined and vigilant, followed his every command as they sailed through the crystalline waters of the northern seas.
Their mission was routine—a simple patrol along the remote northern reaches, far from the bustling ports and trade routes of the southern kingdoms. Yet, an air of urgency permeated their actions, a silent understanding that their current endeavor held greater significance than they initially realized.
It was midday when the tranquility of their patrol was shattered by a strange and unfamiliar sound—a low, buzzing hum that reverberated through the air with an intensity that sent shivers down their spines. Matuch's keen senses immediately went on high alert as he scanned the skies above, searching for the source of the unsettling noise.
"What in the name of the goddess..." one of the crewmen muttered, his voice barely audible over the sound of the wind.
Then, like a specter emerging from the depths of the unknown, a massive white bird streaked across the heavens, its wings leaving behind two pristine trails of white against the cerulean canvas of the sky. The sight was unlike anything Matuch or his crew had ever witnessed—a surreal apparition that defied explanation.
"Report!" Matuch barked, turning to his first mate.
The first mate hurried to his side, his face pale with shock. "It... It came from the south, Captain. From Myhark."
Driven by a sense of duty and curiosity, Matuch wasted no time in taking action. With resolute determination, he ordered his communications officer to relay their sighting to Myhark, the nearest Qua-Toynian stronghold, while simultaneously directing his crew to follow the bird's ethereal trail through the skies.
The minutes stretched into hours as the ship of the line forged ahead, its course guided by the fleeting remnants of the enigmatic bird's passage. Matuch watched intently as the trails slowly dissipated into the vast expanse of the heavens, each moment bringing them closer to unraveling the mystery that had presented itself.
Meanwhile, reports from Myhark confirmed the presence of the mysterious bird, but offered no insight into its origin or purpose. The city remained unscathed, its inhabitants unaware of the spectral visitor that had graced their skies.
"Keep following the trail, men!" Matuch's voice boomed across the deck, cutting through the sound of the wind and waves.
"Aye, Captain!" chorused the crew, their voices filled with determination.
As the mysterious bird vanished into the distance, Matuch and his men were left bewildered, their minds reeling with questions and uncertainty. What manner of creature could possess such otherworldly speed and grace? And what purpose did it serve in these remote reaches of the world?
With each passing mile, Matuch's anticipation grew, fueled by the tantalizing prospect of uncovering the truth behind the elusive creature. Was it a harbinger of doom, foretelling of impending danger on the horizon? Or perhaps a messenger from a distant land, bearing news of events yet to unfold?
Hours passed as they followed the fading trails, the sun sinking lower in the sky with each passing moment. Matuch stood at the helm, his eyes never leaving the horizon. Matuch's eyes widened as the colossal warship emerged on the horizon, its imposing presence casting a shadow over the sea. The Qua-Toynian ship of the line, though formidable in its own right, paled in comparison to the sheer size and firepower of the Grade Atlastar.
The crew, stunned by the sight before them, murmured in awe and trepidation as they beheld the massive vessel.
"By the goddess, look at the size of that thing!"
"That's no ordinary ship. It's a floating fortress!"
Matuch's grip tightened on the railing as he studied the warship, his mind racing with possibilities. The Grade Atlastar boasted three main battery turrets, each bristling with enormous 46cm/45 guns, a display of firepower unlike anything he had ever seen.
Amidst the murmurs of his crew, Matuch composed himself and stepped forward, his voice projecting across the water.
"Greetings, I am Captain Matuch of the Qua-Toyne Navy. You have entered our territorial waters, and we would like to know of your vessel's affiliation and objective."
A tense silence hung in the air as Matuch awaited a response. Then, from the deck of the Grade Atlastar, a figure emerged, clad in the regal attire of a high-ranking officer. It was Captain Luxtal, commander of the fearsome warship.
"We are the almighty Gra Valkas Empire," Luxtal declared, his voice booming across the water with authority. "And our objective is simple: we demand an audience with the Qua-Toyne monarch. You have two days to arrange for our arrival in port, or we will reduce the city of Myhark to nothing but rubble."
Matuch's heart sank at Luxtal's words. The Gra Valkas Empire was a name he had never heard before, but the power and arrogance they displayed spoke volumes. It was clear that they were not to be trifled with, and Matuch knew that he had to act swiftly to protect his homeland.
"Very well," Matuch replied, his voice steady despite the turmoil raging within him. "I will relay your message to the appropriate authorities. But know this: Qua-Toyne will not bow to threats, nor will we cower in the face of tyranny."
With a curt nod, Luxtal disappeared back into the depths of the Grade Atlastar, leaving Matuch and his crew to grapple with the weight of the situation. As the warship sailed away into the distance, Matuch knew that their encounter with the Gra Valkas Empire was far from over.
Turning to his first mate, Matuch issued a series of swift commands, setting their course back to Myhark with all haste. The safety of their city depended on their swift action, and Matuch was determined to see it through to the end.
"Send a transmission to Myhark immediately. Inform them of the situation and request urgent instructions."
As his crew sprang into action, Matuch pondered their next move. The safety of Myhark hung in the balance, and he knew that time was of the essence. With a heavy heart, he braced himself for the inevitable confrontation ahead.
