Tribble #25
1940, March 29
It was over. The only thing left now, was the signing over of the mineral and oil rights.
The portal had opened up, right in the middle of Kansas. But there wasn't Dorothy there. On the contrary, there was some.... kind of weirdass feudal society on the other side. High command had ordered entry into the other side.
There, the place was weird. And a pretty bad shithole. Some exotic animals, some new crops, and a few more cultures. The locals didn't seem all that fazed out at them. Saying that men who were blessed with magic often came along and took away those with the talent and skill to become as blessed as them. Jason had laughed at that, talking about the Aztecs and Columbus. Funny religions, he said. They didn't seem all that impressed at our tech, though. Saying that it was the wrong kind of magic. But then, what could you expect from a bunch of primitives who couldn't even make a car?
It had gotten pretty boring... until some geologists had found oil and rich mineral veins, there. They tried to buy the place. But the King, the bigwig, had said no. Apparently, something about sovereignty and ancestral lands. And that he didn't have the right to do so, since the lands were granted to him by the Emperor. He hadn't argued for long, though. Not after the special ops had gotten to him. And had gotten to the palace staff.
Bradford looked down at the carpet. The stains had been mostly washed out, but he could still remember their corpses. Idiots. They had stood against the united states. The primitive morons got what they deserved.
He looked at the King now, who was still glaring at them. He had been shouting about how his daughter will bring down the wrath of the 'Saint King' upon them, and had been spouting profanities until one of the men got sick of it and whacked him with a rifle butt. That shut him up, and made him lose a few teeth.
Hah. 'Administration?' Couldn't they choose a better name for their god or something? Nevermind. He'll show them the power of American Freedom and of technology.
It's not like there's anything that could harm them out here.
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Iron-shod boots clanked on the marble floor, in the Command Center. Within this building, the governor for this sector of space resided. Here, he made decisions that would require large number of forces, or high level resources. And the activation of Lost Logia, alongside an invasion, counted as important news.
Raising a salute to the governor, she gave a report. Governor Kuty did not like frivolities. 'Governor. The crown princess of the world of Haidren has came here on emergency teleport, citing an interdimensional invasion by an unknown polity using moderately advanced mass-weapons.' Haidren was a world that had been part of the Belkan Empire for 200 years, and was considered a backwater. The few mages produced, had been snapped up by the army, leaving only the Crown Princess the only person on the planet with a working linker core.
'Did she mention why they attacked? Perhaps using Haidren as a base of operations or a beachhead? Who did they belong to? Ossiria? How did they come? By teleportation or ship?" The governor looked at the reports sent to him on the device, his eyes looking across the data on Haidren.
"Negative, my lord. The so-called 'Americans' came from the ruins, probably from some old relic from Al-Hazard that activated and linked to their world. They don't seem to know how they came here in the first place. Their initial stance was standoffish,, and became excited only after discovering mineral wealth and life forms they had not seen previously. They tried to buy it, but the local King said that he could not sell it to them, not without permission from the Kaiser. Hostilites occured afterwards, and the Princess said that she last saw her staff being killed."
She showed the symbol of the Americans, as well as what they said of their world. No known faction had that symbol, neither did the archive speak of any such polity. In other words, an invasion by an unknown, expansionistic and antagonistic force.
There was silence at that. Yes, the Lord of Haidren was an oaf. Yes, the planet was a backwater. Yet, he had done his duty, and Haidren was a planet belonging to the Belkan Empire, no matter how small a part. This can not go unanswered.
The governor seemed to be thinking the same thing. Standing up, he motioned to his Device, linking up his imagery and voice to the radios and video-transmitters of the army and navy mage corps. He took a deep breathe.
"Brothers and Sisters of the Talihern Cohort. Hear me. A world of our great Sankt Kaiser, long may he reign, has been attacked. The infernal maggots seem to think that they can steal territory and attack officials of Her Royal Majesty with impunity! But we of Ancient Belka are magnanimious and charitable. Let us teach them the error of their ways."
He drew his sword, and using it like a pen, drew out the symbol of the Belkan Empire in the air. It burned there, glowing in the darkness of the command center. "For the Honour of the Sankt Kaiser. Attack!"
Backstory:
Yeah, Earth found a portal. In America, in 1940. Being their enlightened selves, decided to go in and start shooting up the natives, stealing land, etc. Of course, they did not know that this was a world belonging to the Belkan Empire, which was still going strong in this time.