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Count Colt Hanno Remus Formal sat uncomfortably and anxiously on a chair in a cold dimly lit room of pure gray and white, with a long mirror to his right, a metal table and another seat in front of him. He and what have remained of his men as well as the Imperial Legions were captured by their 'otherworldly' enemies after their invasion.
Although shocked by the brutality caused by their black staves, iron carriages and other weaponry, Colt is not surprised when several of the captured soldiers including his men were beaten and/or killed during their captivity. What he noticed though, is that no kind of harm were given to him, which he believed is because of his status as a noble. That made him perturbed and guilty which he quickly squelched. He feel sorry for all of his men who died while he lived. He deserved dying with his men as a form of honor as well as respect as a caring leader. But alas, death is not what the USMP will give him.
Across the count, the sole door to the bleak, cold room suddenly opens, revealing a thin man wearing a dark olive green uniform with Sam Browne belt and a peaked cap with blue top and maroon band with *USMP emblem. Colt looked at the figure with nervousness and worry. The man is followed by an armed *guard trooper who closed the door behind them and stood guard beside it.
"Hello, I'm Kapitán Artem Pavovsky." The man introduced politely as he sat onto his designated chair.
"W-where am I?"
"I'll ask you a question, you'll answer me honestly." Artem stated straightforwardly, ignoring the question. "Doing the opposite would result in... 'First-class' treatment."
Count Formal reluctantly nodded, choosing not to agitate his interrogator.
"Who are you?" Artem began as he took out a notepad and a pencil.
"Count Colt Hanno Remus Formal. Current head of my clan; the House of Formal." Artem wrote the said words on his notepad.
"Where were you born?"
"Italica."
"What and where is this 'Italica'?" Artem looked up from his notepad at the count.
"Italica is a small vassal state to the Saderan Empire, it is south of the Romaria Mountains and north of Alnus."
'Bingo.' Artem thought. "What is this 'Saderan Empire'?"
"It is the sole power in the entire continent of Falmart." Artem wrote the word 'superpower' on his notepad next to the 'Saderan Empire'.
"I presume they were the ones who orchestrated the invasion?" Colt swallowed a lump in his throat.
"Y-yes... They've called several of their vassals to participate in the invasion. W-we can't defy the Empire, that will be the death of us..."
"What is this 'Alnus'?"
"It is one of the sacred grounds of the Empire... People from all over the continent come there to worship the gods."
"Okay, next. What is the name of the... Thing, where you came out?"
"I-it is simply called the 'Gate' sire." Artem faintly said 'ok' as he write it down before turning back at the count.
"Tell me more about this 'Gate'."
Unbeknownst to Colt, the mirror is a one-way mirror; connected to another room with people on the other side watching the interrogation proceed. One of the people on the other room was no other than the Head Chief of USMP himself, Juan Matteo.
Who is currently slouching on his seat with one hand placed on his cheek as he and other USMP personnel observed the interrogation.
"Guess this guy's the lucky one, eh?" A USMP officer stated.
"Definitely, he's been given us info after info after all. Better than the other guy." Another one replied.
"Yeah, the legate quickly broke down from threats and torture. Guess he's all bark and no bite."
"Who are the leaders of this 'Saderan Empire'?"
"Emperor Molt Sol Augustus, he is the current royal on the throne. The presumed heir is the crown prince, Zorzal El Caesar..."
The door to the room opens, revealing the AEG's lover, 1st Lieutenant Rainbow Dash. All USMP personnel quickly saluted her.
"How's the questioning going?"
"It's going very smoothly, Lieutenant."
"I could see that." Noticing Matteo reclining on his seat, she took a chair and sat beside him. "Hey, still alive?"
Matteo snorts as he adjust his sitting position, "Funny. Yeah I'm still alive, just bored and all, watching him open up."
Dash turns to the two men on the other room. "Well, at least one of them knows how to use their mind." She gives him a folder, Matteo opens it and reads the reports.
"The SAS have successfully scouted the area around the entrance on the other side. They've found a large encampment of those people, probably their backup or their reinforcements. No mages were found."
"Guess all of them died in the attack. Good work, I'll compliment them later." Matteo returned the papers into the folder. "Anything else?"
"Nope, unless you want some world news."
"Sure, we'll kill some time before I talk with the count." Dash requiped her phone and searched for a news website.
"There's a new dangerous disease that nearly got leaked in a laboratory in Western China. Thankfully they've managed to stop the spread."
"I'll be guessing someone will get shot for that."
Matteo turned back at the two men. Pressing his earpiece, he told Artem.
"I'll come in to propose a deal with Count Colt, after that interrogations will continue, albeit in his new cell after transferring him later." Artem slowly nodded in understanding without facing the mirror. Matteo turned to Dash as he adjusted his cap.
"Wait me at the door. It's time to negotiate."
"You've been so cooperative Count Formal, I'll give you that. Better than the others who were... Let's just say unfortunate." Artem remarked with a smile, although that didn't make the anxious count comfortable at all. "But my superiors see you as an important person.
Someone knocks on the door thrice, turning Colt's attention to the door.
'Guess I'll be in a honeymoon with him for sometime...' Artem yawned, stretching his arms upwards as the guard opens the door, revealing the Head Chief of the USMP.
"Hello there Count Formal. I would like to thank you for being cooperative with us." Matteo praised as he sat beside Artem."I do apologize for rushed introductions however. Anyway, because of your cooperation with us, I'm here to give you a deal..." That brighten up the count and gave him hope.
"A-a deal? What kind of deal? I-I'll do anything!"
"Woah woah Count Formal calm down." Matteo held up his hands. "It is simple; if you continue giving us information about the Saderans and your world as well as cooperating with us on establishing friendly relations beyond the Gate, we'll guarantee the safety of your family as well as your sovereignty. In exchange, our forces should be allowed to pass or stationed in your territories." Matteo crossed his arms. Seeing no other choice, Colt sighed heavily.
"I-I accept... P-please be true with your words sire."
"Thank you Count Formal, your cooperation is very beneficial to both of us. I promise that no harm will befall to your family." Matteo rubs his neck. "However, we don't have the proper treaty to sign. I hope you understand that Sir Colt."
Colt slowly nodded, "I-I understand, Lord Matteo." Matteo chuckles, confusing the count.
"There's no need to call me that, Count Formal. Matteo would be just fine." Matteo stood up and walks to the door before halting. "Oh, Count Formal? You'll be transferred to a much... Accommodating cell. Having you on a compact cell with nothing but a bed and a lavatory is bad for your health..." The AEG said. Colt silently agree with his statement. Artem coughs, getting his attention.
"Shall we continue?"
"O-oh yes, of cou–"
*Bam*
A large wine bottle of pinot noir and two cups is suddenly placed rather loudly in the middle of the table, surprising both the Russian and the count.
"Starting the interrogation without any sort of beverage? How hideous Kapitán..." Matteo exclaimed from the doorway. "That is probably more hideous than any French-made cars. I don't even know why they still make cars!"
Artem laughed in his seat, even the guard beside Matteo couldn't stop chuckling himself. All of this left Colt absolutely bewildered.
"Anyways, I'll be taking my leave. Y'all can have some peace now."
"Da, Comrade Matteo." Artem *vertically raised a clenched fist while facing the Head Chief from his seat. Matteo casually returned the gesture before completely (and finally) leaving the room.
As soon as the 'Devil' left, Artem turned to a confused Colt. Even though the count obviously did not know anything about the joke, he still decided to explain it.
"You see, Count Formal, there's a country named France in our world that makes... 'Horseless carriages' that we call cars. Although, when compared to the cars made by other countries, they were absolutely dreadful." The Russian explained.
"I-I see..."
"Do you really have to say that?" Dash asked as they walked through the hallway, passing by other interrogation rooms.
"Why not? It is true after all." The AEG replied while saluting a pair of USMP guard troopers on their way out of the interrogation sector of the facility.
"That's because you own a BMW 8 Series that is a G15 variant and watch Top Gear and The Grand Tour." Dash remarked, Matteo simply grinned at her as he opened the door to the reception area. All USMP personnel saluted them, which the couple returned.
"Well, I do watch those, but for entertainment purposes. They're definitely worth the time." Dash rolled her eyes at his antics and wrapped her arm around his shoulder. As soon as they exited the building, a USMP trooper went up to them and saluted.
"Head Chief, your transport is ready! Elite General Davis wants you to return to Japan as soon as possible."
"Alright, lead the way. We better not keep the old man waiting." The trooper nodded and hurriedly led them to a helipad where a CH-53K King Stallion, guarded by Russian soldiers, is waiting for them.
"May I ask you a question trooper? Why are we taking a helicopter?" Matteo asked loudly while pressing his cap onto his head as the loud noise of helicopter rotors weakened his voice.
"Because the chopper will bring in mail to the USMP personnel attached to the Russian Eastern Fleet! You'll be landing on Admiral Kuznetsov!"
"Oh I see! Well then, let's better get going!"
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Profiles
File #4
Name: Jackson B. Browne
Age: Mid 40s
Nationality: South African
Rank: Admiral
Positions Held: Admiral of the Navies, General of the Air Forces, Military Governor of South Africa
Description: The main navy dude who also got control of the air forces for reasons only known to Davis himself. Used to be a woodcutter before he enlisted to the navy, followed his father's steps and exceeded his family's expectations.
Fought in UEMF-Anarcho War.
(Written by AEG Matteo)
File #3
Name: Heinz W. Guderian
Age: Mid 30s (Judged by his physical appearance, original age is 132)
Nationality: German
Rank: Generalfeldmarschall (field marshal)
Position Held: General of the Armies
Description: Hey, he's the advocator of the use of tanks in Germany and a WW2 general, how is he still alive? Well, blame Davis' brother and his serum. Anywho, he's a noted monarchist, opponent of two certain ideologies and one of the very few German officers who acknowledged the crimes committed by the Wehrmacht during the entire war, resulting in a falling-out with former German generals he have served with.
Fought in WW1, WW2, 1st Gulf War and UEMF-Anarcho War.
(Written by AEG Matteo)
File #2-1
Name: Juan Matteo (Real name is classified)
Age: Early 20s (Thanks to my insane brother's serum)
Nationality: Filipino-American (Despite him looking like a complete Westerner)
Rank: Assistant Elite General (But in reality, he is basically a second elite general)
Positions Held: Head Chief of USMP, Head Quartermaster of Logistics, Commander of SOCOM
Magic: War Godslayer, Gun Magic, Requip, etc... (I don't know how many magic he has, but my crazy brother definitely made him a super soldier)
Description: A young, carefree, charismatic, brave and reckless officer. He is also a wine enthusiast, a womanizer and a humorist; the last two makes me think I should've shot myself. Despite that, he's still a competent officer since he is responsible for the second reform of the UEMF. Lacks any war experience whatsoever, but I guess his intelligence and knowledge of history can teach him instead of through experience, plus he prefers being at the front rather than doing what a commissioned officer should do; paperwork, planning, all that administrative bullshit that most COs deal with.
Note: I don't know why he was chosen to be the test subject by my brother for his magic lacrima infusion experiment.
(Written by EG Davis)
File #2-2
Name: Rainbow Dash
Age: Early 20s
Nationality: [CLASSIFIED]
Rank: 1st Lieutenant
Magic: Similar to the AEG.
Description: [CLASSIFIED]
(Written by AEG Matteo)
File #1
Name: John Matthew Davis (Middle name classified)
Age: Mid 40s (Same case with Guderian, original age is 106)
Nationality: American
Rank: Elite General
Position Held: "Military Governor" of American Union State
Description: The well-known old guard of the UEMF as well as the one who have the most experience in war. He is a man whose life is shaped and built by combat and war. A caffeine addict, so he deserves drums of coffee. He used to be a charismatic officer, but time, wars and world events slowly changed his personality completely...
Despite being an old guard, he is adaptive to modern military technology, but not civilian ones. He doesn't even know how to use a computer nor a smartphone. He owns a cell phone, not a smartphone nor even a feature phone. Hell, his personal vehicle is the same Willys Jeep he had during the Second Weltkrieg!
Fought in WW2, Korean War, Vietnam War, Invasion of Grenada, 1st Gulf War and UEMF-Anarcho War.
(Written by AEG Matteo)
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Glossary
USMP Emblem - It is a clenched fist raised upwards.
Guard Trooper - A trooper on guard role. Troopers were distinguished by their roles such as tanks (nicknamed meat shields) as they carry ballistic shields, grenadier as they carry grenade launchers, gunner as they use light or heavy machine guns, and etc.
Clenched fist salute - The salute of the USMP. Only used by USMP personnel between themselves. Military salute is used when exchanging salutes with UEMF troops.