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GATE: and so the Iron Pact Fought (a GATE: and thus the JSDF Fought fic)

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  1. Aaron Fox

    Aaron Fox That Crazy/Not-Crazy Guy

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    Well, a prototype for you guys, introducing our two Wolfenstein characters, Operative Smalls and Operative Ivanova. ;)


    Fort Portal, Medical Center (High Security); October 3rd, 2017


    Chrysalis felt groggy as she woke up from her hibernation and saw that she had been moved into a vastly more advanced version of an Equestrian infirmary… which had creeped her out a little. Equestrian infirmaries and hospitals were well known for being some of the most advanced and capable on Equis, to the point that practically everyone else effectively copied them wholesale. Yet this infirmary mocked their Equestrian counterparts in terms of comfort and cleanliness…

    “Ah, she’s finally recovering,” a male voice speaking Saldarian -with an incredibly thick alien accent- commented, “Looks like the Emotion Solution is working better than expected. Ivanova, alert the medical staff.” Another voice -this one female- spoke in an unknown language and from what she could hear was running out of the room.

    “… how am I alive?” Chrysalis wondered aloud, “I should be dead…” That was when her vision cleared and a man in a dark grey dress uniform stood in front of her bed.

    “Well, it isn’t the first time we had to work with beings who feed mostly off emotions,” the male said, “Operative Smalls, lead of the Wolfenstein team assigned to Fort Portal on the Holy Hill of Remus. From what we can understand, you were on the verge of death when we found you.” Chrysalis simply stared at ‘Operative Smalls’, trying to find the male’s angle. “Don’t worry, you’re not in trouble. After you get cleared by the doctors my kamarad and I will be asking a few questions for a temple that was literally two hundred meters from where you collapsed.” That was when Chrysalis heard a bunch of beings walking into the room.

    “Well, well, our VIP is finally awake,” a female voice said, “Went through eight weeks of emotion fluid to do it but you’re alive.” Chrysalis saw the source of the female voice; it was a female garbed in what clearly looked similar to a nurse’s garb in Equestria… just with teal instead of white. “Move aside Operative, I’ve got to make sure that we didn’t miss anything.” With that, the male simply stepped aside as the female did various quick exams.

    “… wait, emotion fluid? You’ve encountered changelings on your world then?” Chrysalis asked as she was being fussed over.

    “Our world has an… interesting… relationship with the paranormal,” the male voice -Operative Smalls Chrysalis reminded herself- said, “… and it is the duty of my organization to keep an eye on such things.” That… didn’t fill Chrysalis with any confidence that this would end well. “Given that the few Equestrians that are still here have given some… interesting… details about your wrongdoings, we’ve discovered a variable that changes the entire equation.” Chrysalis, at this moment, was filled with both hope and dread, as these humans have discovered the very thing that has been slowly corrupting and killing the Changeling race. What they would do with it is left to luck to decide.

    “She’ll need a more thorough examination, but she’s fit for questioning,” the female nurse stated, “Just don’t stress her too much.” And with that, she left.

    “Understood,” Operative Smalls replied, “Ah, Operative Ivanova, glad for you to join us.” The new woman -Operative Ivanova- dryly chuckled. “Get the recording equipment prepped and we’ll start the questioning.” Chrysalis looked at the equipment with unease, as they were far different than anything that she had encountered.

    … and she encountered quite a few horrible things in her life.

    “… what are you going to ask?” Chrysalis asked meekly before narrowing her eyes, “I will not allow you to hurt my hive despite the fact that they’ve overthrown me.” The two humans simply chuckled dryly.

    “It isn’t anything of that nature we can promise you,” the female -Ivanova Chrysalis reminded herself- stated, “It is mostly about how you got to this continent, why you were trying to get into a Black 12-C, and why we’re detecting an active S-Class Degenerator on you…”

    Chrysalis looked at the two humans in disbelief, few beings on this planet and on the celestial plane know about the curse plaguing the changeling race, and fewer still knew of its effects and many of the later died trying to find a way to break it. These humans have detected the curse and its horrid effects and from the sound of things, they have an idea on how to break it.

    “Surprised?” Ivanova asked, “It isn’t Wolfenstein’s first time dealing with what you have, although it is a rare occurrence.” Chrysalis was shocked, it was like she was… “Reading your mind? I’m an empath, I can sense emotions and surface thoughts. I would recommend trying to tone your thoughts down though, your kind of loud with your thoughts. They’re loud enough that I wasn’t even trying to read your thoughts and I’m getting the equivalent of having someone yell right in my ear…”

    “Um… sorry…” Chrysalis answered in embarrassment, “it’s been quite a few months since I’ve been overthrown by my own hive... I might be… rusty… with my mind-link abilities.” Chrysalis was practically blushing in embarrassment.

    “Given all our research indicates that psychic abilities are like muscles,” Ivanova stated, “stop using them and they’ll decline rather quickly. It isn’t the first time a psychic forgot to regulate their mental volume…” Chrysalis chuckled at that. “Now, let us begin with the questioning. How did you get onto Falmart?”

    … and with that, Chrysalis started answering questions to the best of her ability…
     
  2. Aaron Fox

    Aaron Fox That Crazy/Not-Crazy Guy

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    Just something that will come in the future... it was interesting given the musical inspiration for this snippet...



    Cynaegiros frowned as he and his Great Wyrm Nighirth -alongside the rest of his flight- flew through the air as the greatest terror short of monsters that were more akin to natural disasters like the Great Fire Dragon and its kin. He had been hired by one of the crown princes to pillage the lands around Italica to ensure that very little would be useful to the Men in Green. Cynaegiros's family are known across the lands as the greatest dragon breeders and tamers. The best dragon mounts have always come from Rhodes and estate that Cynaegiros's family had owned for centuries.

    What the common citizenry didn't know was that Cynaegiros's family was the crown's go-to family as a way for plausibly denying certain elements of the senate and nobility. Few people ask more questions after the words 'a dragon attacked' get uttered. With reports of two juvenile Great Fire Dragons being out and about circulating, it became easier to burn empty villages to the ground and have no one investigate them. The thing was, the plan wasn't working out as the crown worked out in their heads. He had nearly lost one fellow rider and his dragon when it was found that the Men in Green didn't need to live off the land to keep supplied! By Hardy, they were replacing the various roads with their own from the looks of things alongside pairs of metal beam fastened to numerous wooden beams on top of what looked like gravel.

    Cynaegiros had already sent said rider and his mount to relay that bit of information to the Crown so they can make a better plan of action and not get him and his flight killed in the process.

    That was when Cynaegiros heard an odd buzzing noise. The biggest thing that Cynaegiros noted was the fact that he could hear it. The biggest misconception that those who weren't dragon riders had was that you can hear everything in the air. That misconception is false, even when staying still the dragon is flapping its wings and thus manipulating the air around it, and you can barely hear orders -either verbal or musical- in that state. Forget hearing anything when the dragon is moving at any appreciable speed... and yet this odd buzzing noise was particularly loud to be able to hear it despite the sedate pace that the dragon was going at. Instinctively, Cynaegiros and his flight-mates quickly scattered, just as four odd machines flew by at speeds far higher than the dragons in the flight could manage.

    That was when Cynaegiros noted that the machines were brightly colored and had two pairs of rigid wings...

    ... and one of them was bright ethereal blood red.

    Cynaegiros gave the visual command to get into a somewhat loose formation created for aerial combat and his flight-mates quickly obliged and organized into pairs.

    Cynaegiros and his wingman picked the bright blood red machine as their target and started to maneuver into a better position. In the distance, Cynaegiros saw that the others had done the same and were repositioning to give them the best chance to fight these unknowns. Cynaegiros quickly swiveled his head around, trying to keep the target in his sights as it came for another pass.

    "Quick ain't yea?" Cynaegiros thought to himself, "Well then, let's see how you react when your opponent can breathe fire at you!" Cynaegiros ordered his mount to prepare for a breath attack and unleash it on the unknown when he saw flashes come from the unknown. Instinctively, Cynaegiros ducked... and it was this instinct that saved his life as some sort of projectiles shredded the plume on his helmet. Cynaegiros quickly ordered his mount to spew fire, and it barely missed the unknown by digitus. Cynaegiros smiled, now this was a worthy opponent!

    In the corner of his eye, Cynaegiros saw that his flight-mates weren't doing as well. While the rest of the flight was made up of veterans of numerous campaigns, they didn't have the extensive aerial combat experience that Cynaegiros had or the long lineage of aerial combat that Cynaegiros's family had. Despite that, however, they were doing far better than expected given how the unknowns stacked the deck against them.

    That was when Cynaegrios saw his opponent, it was a very young -not even an adult!- man with a leather cap and some sort of eye protection and what looked like a scarf. It was an unusual looking uniform by Cynaegiros's standards, that was for sure. Now knowing that his opponent was a young man, Cynaegiros decided to goad his opponent into opening weaknesses in his abilities. Cynaegiros began his plan of action but quickly discovered that this young man fought like a veteran rider. He was cool and collected, aware yet focused, always maneuvering and trying to get into position for the killing blow.

    That was when it hit Cynaegiros like a ton of bricks, if these unknowns had anything similar to the various aerial tactics then where was the man's wingman? Instinctively, Cynaegiros ordered his mount to weave and managed to avoid getting killed by those projectiles. Cynaegiros now knew that the situation has changed enough that discretion was the better part of valor and taking a vial of liquid, ordered his mount to breathe fire with that liquid in his mouth. The vial is formulated to shift the colors of the flame to green, the color for retreating in this sort of chaotic mess. Fortunately, the rest of the flight were able to see the signal and worked to make an opening to retreat before leaving the battlefield...
     
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  3. rx915

    rx915 Getting some practice in, huh?

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    Keep seeing this story posted some places. A longtime writing project of yours I presume?
     
  4. Aaron Fox

    Aaron Fox That Crazy/Not-Crazy Guy

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    It is, and it's a darling of mine.
     
  5. rx915

    rx915 Getting some practice in, huh?

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    Not sure how much readers you get.

    Doesn't seem like anyone's interested that much.
     
  6. Aaron Fox

    Aaron Fox That Crazy/Not-Crazy Guy

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    The most I've got was from Spacebattles when I was getting questions almost on a daily basis.
     
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    rx915 Getting some practice in, huh?

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    Ok suppose I'll go fill out commentary here when I read the whole thing.
     
  8. Aaron Fox

    Aaron Fox That Crazy/Not-Crazy Guy

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    Well, the next snippet, this time in Equestria on the zeppelin Vaterland IV...


    In Canterlot Airspace, Vaterland IV, LZ-420; October 5th, 2017


    The crew of the Vaterland IV was barely able to keep to their stations as they neared the capital of the Kingdom of Equestria, as the sight of the city of Canterlot is simply awe inspiring.

    “Alright, we’re getting close to the Canterlot Terminal,” the pegasus stated as the Vaterland IV closed in, “If you could slow down that would be perfect.” The pegasus -one Haus Wing- is the lead station pilot for the Canterlot Airship Terminal.

    “Aye sir,” Kaptain Abraham Einhorn stated as he set the engine teleprompter to 1/10 speed, “Docking speed aye. All stations, brace for landing procedures.” The teleprompter dinged as the smaller arrow landed on 1/10 speed, slowing the airship to about 5 knots.

    “Take her in easy,” Haus Wing ordered, “We don’t want any of the cells to rupture.” Abraham mentally jotted that piece of information down, apparently Equestrians understand the perils of using hydrogen as a lift gas (although, in the grand scheme of things, using helium as a lift gas wasn’t going to work as there was simply not enough helium to make it viable) and that landing an airship needs to be taken carefully.

    “Standard landing procedure aye,” the helmsman responded as she guided the Vaterland IV to the landing area, “Glide slope plotted, engaging now.” With that, the Vaterland IV slowly glided in by the sophisticated computer and the escorting pegausi. From the look of things, much of the astounding city that is Canterlot was out watching the Vaterland IV slowly enter the aerodome.

    It took a better part of half an hour to complete, but everything had run like clockwork. Einhorn was actually surprised at the speed and ability of the Equestrian aerodome crew despite the fact that what few airships had seen could compare to the Vaterland IV, the crews were doing it like it was a common occurrence.

    “Ground teams have the Vaterland IV anchored Kaptain,” Abraham’s XO stated, “were ready to disembark.”

    “Well, then,” Abraham stated with a smile, “Let’s not keep the locals waiting. Tell the crew to prepare for storage and maintenance procedures. The Equestrians probably haven’t dealt with a zeppelin, we better help them before something happens.”

    “Jawohl!” Abraham’s XO answered as he picked up the mic, “Attention all crew, standard storage and maintenance procedures are now in effect…” Abraham smoothly exited the command gondola and moved towards the main entryway inside the airship.

    “Is everything prepared?” Abraham asked the Chief of Security as he walked towards the exit.

    “Everything is prepared sir,” the Chief of Security answered, “We’ll just need the formality to take care of.” The formality of question is the equivalent of requesting to come ashore. Not doing so at this juncture would be horrible manners, especially since it’s the capital of the Kingdom of Equestria that they’re landing next to.

    “Alright then, tell the passengers that they’ll be disembarking shortly,” Abraham ordered. Abraham then turned around and walked down the steps.

    “Ah, welcome Captain,” the tall white anthro-alicorn -Princess Celestia, Abraham reminded himself- said in a regal but calming tone, “Welcome to Equestria and thank you for getting those that were taken from us home.”

    “It is a pleasure ma’am,” Abraham responded, “Permission to come ashore?” Celestia and the slightly shorter anthro-alicorn -Princess Luna, Abraham reminded himself- raised one of their eyebrows. “It is a courtesy ma’am. We have landed at your capital after all.” Celestia and Luna quickly made faces of realization and smiled.

    “Well of course!” Luna answered, “Someone who is willing to travel thousands of miles to return our lost subjects has our permission!” Abraham quickly signaled his crew to start getting the passengers off the Vaterland IV and help the Equestrian land crews on getting the zeppelin into the nearby hanger. “It is with great joy that I meet with people of your intentions.”

    “… and it is our honor to see someone that is willing to help our citizens despite the circumstances Princess Celestia and Princess Luna,” a new voice came as he walked down the stairs, it was Prince Adolf who had been assigned to the mission, “Prince Adolf, son of her highness Kaiserin Sophia of the German Empire and assigned ambassador to the Kingdom of Equestria. It is a pleasure to make a personal acquaintance ma’am.” Sophia has five kids, all of them doing something with their lives. In the case of Prince Adolf, it was being a diplomat… which is something that he was surprisingly decent at. “I must admit, your citizens were amazingly adaptive in getting our zeppelin into the aerodome. I must commend on their efforts and adaptability.”

    “The head of the aerodome, Ulysses Steelwill, will be elated to hear it,” Princess Celestia responded with a smile, “Let us head to the castle, you must be famished from your trip!” Cooking on airships is infamously strict, given that helium isn’t as cost-effective as one would like…

    “We had a spot of turbulence as we entered the Canter Mountain Range, so we had to skip lunch,” Adolf explained, “it would be an honor to have lunch with you even if we had it a little earlier.” Celestia and Luna smiled.



    Given that you see royals that do something in RL, I decided to have some of Sophia's kids be those type of royals too... Kiyone4ever, hope you see the latest snippets. ;)
     
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  9. Aaron Fox

    Aaron Fox That Crazy/Not-Crazy Guy

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    Kiyone4ever and readers, here is an interesting and fun snippet for your enjoyment...


    Elsewhere, Somewhere in Falmart


    It had been so many years since that bitch enslaved me. Enslaved again, to be without freedom after regaining it after so long… it is infuriating. Now I can no longer visit Jasmine and Victor’s descendants, no longer have pleasant conversations and give out the sort of life advise that transcends time itself…

    It was thanks to those two that I’ve been free of that curse. Actually, truly free… at least until some idiots decide to resurrect me just so they can unleash hell on humanity. If I had the various coinage and currencies for every single fucking time I get shanghaied into that sort of shit, I’ll be beyond filthy rich!

    The only reason that I’ve stayed sane is because of the hope that I would see the family again! … and now I sense my salvation! It has been a very long time since I’ve sensed one of them! Centuries even! … and if I remember right it was Jasmine and Victor’s great grandson that had that ability. Yet to have someone with that ability with such intensity is a rare sight to behold! My old friend Wilhelm would be absolutely giddy with excitement that he would be able to teach someone all of his knowledge if he was still alive!

    I wonder how my son is doing, haven’t heard from him in a long while… but then again last I’ve heard of him was that he was hunting a bunch of crazies that called themselves the ‘Werewolf Battalion’…

    … hm, how to get a message out with that bitch watching?

    My underlings are out, that bitch has them under the same lock and key as myself; my message magic is out, the bitch has put restrictions on my magic; I can’t use my more various ravens, owls, and phoenixes… because of that bitch

    That was when I spotted my divisional command radio set that was given to me by Jasmine and Victor’s descendants after they defeated the leadership of the ‘Werewolf Battalion’. That might just work given how arrogant the bitch was. I had given it a few modifications over the years, then add to the fact that my castle’s metaphysical and physical location is close to the Holy Hills… I can easily send messages there to ensure I get free again.

    Now… the message is going to be the tricky part and given the various notes on encryption and that the bitch doesn’t have the pesky language barrier problem, so it will have to be an encryption scheme that they would know and the only notes would be in my head… that limits my options (and that saying something, given my centuries of unlife)…

    That was when an idea popped into my head.

    “Lightbulb…”



    It is an interesting snippet to be sure. I mean the Gate is basically a portal to the multiverse, and having someone cursed, freed, then get snagged and cursed by a certain bitch of a god wouldn't be that far out...

    ... although I'll have to admit, I'm probably starting to fill the field as it were in terms of characters... but we're still numerous chapters away from the events of Italica and I still have to get a lot more context to the greater situation.

    ... yeah, I'm writing this fic for the long haul. I wouldn't be surprised that this would go into the mid to high double digits (and break into the millions of words) before I'm done (with numerous informationals besides). For some reason, when I want to write something, I write a lot...
     
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    Aaron Fox That Crazy/Not-Crazy Guy

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    Right now, I'm in a bit of a funk. A funk that is screwing with my writing ability. Let's just say my luck has been shit and the current environment isn't helping much. Still, have this little snippet... which takes places during the 'Travel around Iron Pact Earth' arc... which is after the entire Italica and GATE!Japan arcs... Hope you guys like! Kiyone4ever, hope you like this too...


    Cologne, Imperial Germany; April 22nd, 2018

    This version of Cologne was simply something else, in Itami's mind. While the Cologne of his world is a thriving modern metropolis, here it is some bizarre fusion of the past, the present, and -in Itami's eyes- the future. The city was impressive by any reasonable (and quite a few unreasonable) standards, and yet their hosts only make it a footnote based on certain laws that were implemented to keep institutional knowledge alive. Then again, these are the same soldiers that simply shrugged off what happened with Private Gregory Jones and one of their own -Steiner- and simply sighed that they 'had a "vanishing shop" situation to clean up'.

    Apparently, paranormal shenanigans are common enough to those in 'the know' that it is only met with sighs and standard report forms. Then again, given that Hauptmann Neumann managed to do something that Rory was unable to do... they're apparently pretty good at the paranormal shit, at least containing it and reversing the after-effects. Although what Hauptmann Neumann also gave everyone a scare when he used some 'psi-memories' to show Piña what the Iron Pact would do if the Empire somehow pushes the wrong buttons and was more than willing to -quote- 'smuggle myself into the Senate chamber and play it for the entire Senate to see, to show what the Iron Pact can do if pressed to do so'.

    Itami would never argue against NBC drills ever again, no matter how much Doujinshi you bribe him with. Seeing the use of mustard gas, Acrolein, and worse first hand and suffer from their effects was a very effective teacher, let alone living through their Hiroshima and Nagasaki. Aaron was literally unphased by it while everyone else literally puked their stomachs empty from the experience. Given that Aaron outright stated that he 'had experienced it firsthand when I was called to contain the damn thing, and experienced worse ones'. If that wasn't the worst he had to contain, then what had Aaron seen that made him relatively unphased by that experience?

    The answer to that question is best left unanswered, in Itami's experience.

    That was when Aaron had ushered them into a massive history museum. The museum itself had two paths, one to what looked like a tour through the 'Great War of Resistance' and one to World War 2. Hauptmann Neumann ushered the group into the path through the 'Great War of Resistance'. Everyone but their hosts was perplexed that the first exhibit was a scene from within a railcar. Hauptmann Neumann explained that the French and British forced the German representatives to sign the 'Treaty of Damnation' at gunpoint. Piña immediately knew what was happening, the Germans were being coerced into signing the treaty. Piña had told Itami that the Empire -while brutal- wasn't heartless, as they would never coerce a nation into a treaty by swordpoint. Not only would it be a bad precedent, but it would also be distasteful and dishonorable while making the defeated working towards making round two a more brutal affair.

    "... the grander context of the situation that led to the Treaty of Damnation consisted of numerous factors, political goals, and geopolitical goals all clashing into one problematic whole. This led to the effective dissolution of the Versailles Conference in mid-1919 as the rest of the nations simply pulled out," the voicebox stated as the animatronics moved to replicate the scene, "The German representatives were unable to escape Versailles and were forced to sign the treaty in the now-infamous passenger railcar... a passenger railcar that would be destroyed by the retreating French forces during the later stages of World War 2 to ensure that they wouldn't sign the surrender in said railcar."

    Itami sighed, knowing the railcar that the exhibit was talking about. Back on his Earth, the Nazis forced the French to surrender in that same railcar and blew it up during the retreat from France to prevent that from happening.

    Aaron led the group through the various exhibits, adding little tidbits along the way to explain things that were of the paranormal like the reports of the dead members of Jesta 11 fighting among their living comrades during the Rhine Campaign during the Great War of Resistance. Rory and Leo were the most perplexed about that, as they never heard of spirits of dead soldiers moving with their units. Everyone was surprised that ego and outdated mentality could be willing to go so far... and that was before the end of the entire path of exhibits ending with the vestiges of Winston Churchill and others getting hanged.

    That was when Itami started hearing singing...

    "Ich wollte nicht das gelbe Korn zertreten,
    da fällte mich der Feind, das Korn ward rot.
    Der Krieg umschritt den Acker, Männer mähten.
    Von unsichtbaren Sensen sprang der Tod."


    It was very alien to Itami's ears... this ethereal singing...

    "Der Tod erschrak vor meinen sechzehn Jahren,
    mein Zögern war von Gottes Hand gelenkt,
    und als ich fiel, da lag ich unerfahren,
    ein Leuchten war in mein Gesicht versenkt."


    There were no speakers saying it and given that Rory and Leo were just as perplexed as he was...

    "So, Itami, you hear it too?" Aaron asked as the song went on. Itami simply stood there, shocked at Aaron's response...
     
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