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, Captain Matuch wasted no time in taking action. His command was swift, his orders crisp as he instructed his communications officer to relay their sighting to Myhark, the nearest Qua-Toynian stronghold. At the same time, he directed his crew to follow the bird's ethereal trail through the skies, unsure of what they were truly chasing but determined to uncover the truth.
Minutes turned into hours as the ship of the line pressed forward, its course determined by the fleeting remnants of the enigmatic bird's passage. Matuch stood at the bow, eyes scanning the heavens, tracking the faintest traces of its flight. The ship's course was steered with deliberate precision, each man and woman on deck committed to the pursuit. The ethereal trail slowly began to dissipate, and yet the anticipation only deepened as they ventured further into the unknown.
Meanwhile, reports from Myhark confirmed the presence of the bird, but offered no clear insight into its origin or purpose. The city remained peaceful, its inhabitants oblivious to the strange visitor that had momentarily graced their skies. Matuch could only speculate on the meaning of the bird's flight, unsure whether it was a sign of something profound or a mere accident of nature.
"Keep following the trail, men!" Matuch's voice rang out across the deck, his tone unwavering despite the uncertainty that gripped him. The crew, sensing the urgency of his command, echoed their responses with grim determination.
"Aye, Captain!"
As the bird's trail began to fade entirely, Matuch felt a strange mix of disappointment and intrigue. What kind of creature could move with such incredible speed and grace? What was its purpose, and what had it been trying to convey? The questions swirled in his mind as they sailed on, the horizon growing ever more distant with each passing hour.
Then, the unthinkable happened.
Matuch's eyes widened as a colossal shadow appeared on the horizon. A great vessel, far beyond the size of any ship he had ever seen, emerged from the haze, its towering form slicing through the sea like a monstrous leviathan. The Qua-Toynian ship of the line, though mighty in its own right, now seemed insignificant compared to the sheer enormity of this new arrival.
The crew gasped, murmuring in awe and trepidation. Their ship was dwarfed by the vast scale of the unknown warship before them.
"By the goddess, look at the size of that thing!" one of the sailors exclaimed.
"That's no ordinary ship. It's a floating fortress!" another muttered in disbelief.
Matuch's hand tightened around the ship's railing, his mind racing. What he was witnessing was something beyond the realm of his understanding. The massive vessel before him, the Grade Atlastar, was unlike anything Matuch had encountered in all his years of naval service. It bore no visible guns, no cannons or artillery, yet the sheer presence of the ship radiated a sense of power that left no doubt as to its capabilities.
The Grade Atlastar was a ship unlike any other in this world, an arsenal ship with a hull over 60,000 tons in weight. Its sleek, steel-plated surface gleamed under the sun, and despite its lack of traditional guns, its ominous presence struck fear into the hearts of those who beheld it. The vessel was a technological marvel—equipped with advanced systems, missile arrays, radar installations, and electronic warfare equipment. Matuch could guest that it was a ship designed for dominance, capable of overwhelming any adversary without ever needing to fire a single shot.
As the Grade Atlastar loomed ever closer, Matuch stood frozen in place, his mind struggling to process what he was seeing. He could only imagine the kind of power such a ship wielded.
"Captain, what do we do?" his first mate asked, his voice tinged with uncertainty.
Before Matuch could respond, a figure emerged on the deck of the Grade Atlastar. The individual, clad in an imposing uniform of an officer, stood tall and unwavering, a symbol of the ship's terrifying authority. The figure's gaze locked onto Matuch's ship with cold, calculating intensity. It was clear that they were not here to engage in polite discourse.
"We are the almighty Gra Valkas Empire," the figure boomed, his voice carrying over the water, deep and resonant. "Our vessel is not to be questioned. Our purpose 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 your city to rubble."
The words struck Matuch like a physical blow. The Gra Valkas Empire was a name foreign to him. But the ship, the technology —it all pointed to a force that was far beyond his comprehension. This was no ordinary fleet, no mere show of strength; this was a declaration of intent, a power so overwhelming that it made Matuch's own warship seem like a mere trinket in comparison.
"Very well," Matuch replied, his voice calm despite the chaos swirling 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 before tyranny."
The officer's gaze flickered briefly before he turned, disappearing back into the depths of the Grade Atlastar. Matuch's heart raced, and as the vessel turned its massive engines and began to sail away, he could feel the weight of the situation press upon him. There was no mistaking the power that the Gra Valkas Empire wielded, and the ominous threat they had left behind would not easily be forgotten.
Turning to his first mate, Matuch gave the order with swift precision, his voice steady but resolute. "Set course for Myhark. We must inform the Queen immediately. Prepare the crew for any eventuality. The safety of our city depends on our actions now."
As the crew scrambled to execute his orders, Matuch stood at the bow, eyes fixed on the horizon. He had no idea what lay ahead, but one thing was certain: the confrontation with the Gra Valkas Empire was only beginning, and he would need every ounce of strength, every resource at his disposal, to face the coming storm.