In the early morning darkness, the forest erupted in chaos. Thunderous blasts shattered the stillness, each explosion sending fireballs skyward. Smoke billowed in dense, choking plumes. Trees convulsed and bent, their branches snapping under the force of the shockwaves that tore through the forest with relentless fury.
"Owl 3, we've released all ordnance. Can you confirm the impact and damage?" Agila 2 inquired, his voice steady as he sought confirmation of the effectiveness of their bombing run.
"Owl 3 to Agila 1, impact confirmed. Target is destroyed," Owl 3 responded to the weapons systems officer, his voice clear and confident over the comms.
"Owl 3, can you provide additional imagery of the impact site?" Agila 2 requested, seeking further details for the post-strike assessment.
"Affirmative, sending it now," Owl 3 answered, immediately transmitting the additional imagery.
"Command, Agila 1. Target at Grid 12-34-56 has been successfully neutralized. We're RTB," Agila 1, the pilot, reported to command. With their mission complete, they adjusted their heading and began their journey back to base.
Multiple F-15 EX Strike Eagles headed back to base after a relentless 30-minute bombardment. Their targets, identified as high-value structures crucial to the enemy, lay in ruins.
"Looks like it's done," Cpl. Romolo commented on the sudden silence, keeping a steady grip on his rifle as he scanned the perimeter. He adjusted his position slightly, shifting his weight to relieve the tension in his legs, his eyes constantly moving to take in every detail of the surroundings.
"They're done and RTBing, that's what I heard," Staff Sgt. Amaro replied, crouching lower to get a better view of the forest ahead. He raised his binoculars, meticulously scanning for any unusual movements among the trees. His fingers flexed around the grip of his weapon, ready for any sudden developments.
"Get ready for anything now, especially for moving forward later. Report any unusual movements in the forest—don't take chances," Amaro added, his tone firm and commanding.
"Aye sir," his squad responded in unison, their voices steady but measured. Each soldier remained at their position, alert and prepared, their eyes and ears attuned to any signs of movement or changes in the environment.
0507H
Eastern Defensive Positions, San Lorenzo Forest, Philippines
The soldiers waited in tense silence after the 30 minutes of intense air strikes. Suddenly, a massive explosion shattered the quiet, sending shockwaves rippling through the forest. The ground heaved violently, causing soldiers stationed around the perimeter to lose their balance. Some tumbled to the ground, while others dropped to their knees, struggling to maintain their footing. A few lay flat on their stomachs, gripping whatever they could find—tree trunks, rocks, or the earth itself—to steady themselves against the relentless tremors. The forest around them seemed to quake, the impact of the explosion reverberating through every corner of their positions.
"What the fuck is this shit?!" PFC Raf shouted, his voice tinged with panic as he struggled to steady himself against the violent shaking of the earth.
"Well, if it's this big, the commies inside shouldn't be alive right now. In fact, everything and anything in there should've turned to ashes," PFC Robert replied, attempting to calm Raf as he surveyed the chaotic scene. Trees all around them swayed erratically from the force of the shockwave, some uprooted and crashing to the ground as the explosive power reverberated through the forest. The soldiers braced themselves against the aftershocks, their grips tightening on their weapons and surroundings.
As the tremors from the explosion subsided, the soldiers observed an unusual phenomenon. From the center of the blast, instead of the usual grey and black smoke, there emerged plumes of black, purple, and white smoke, casting an eerie, otherworldly glow. The vibrant colors danced through the trees, creating an unsettling contrast to the devastation around them. Some soldiers caught glimpses of the strange hues while others missed it, their attention absorbed by the chaos.
Simultaneously, the electronic equipment of every soldier and vehicle faltered. Radios, GPS units, and other critical devices flickered and stuttered, their screens momentarily going blank before shutting down completely. The disruption was brief, lasting only a few minutes, but it left the soldiers temporarily cut off from their communications and navigational aids, adding an extra layer of uncertainty to the already tense situation.
"What the hell was that? An explosion, then an EMP??? Was it a nuclear bomb?" Pvt. Isaac asked in a panic, his voice trembling as he anxiously checked himself for any signs of radiation exposure. His hands moved frantically over his gear and uniform, his eyes darting around in fear as he tried to assess the situation amidst the lingering confusion and eerie glow from the smoke.
"Of course not, the explosion wasn't big enough for a nuclear bomb," Sgt. Ricko reassured, his voice steady despite his own uncertainty. "There's no such thing as a nuclear bomb that small. Still, let's hope we're right." He glanced around, surveying the smoke and damage. "Although, I'm not sure about the EMP. The electronics weren't totally fried, but something definitely disrupted them." His gaze returned to the malfunctioning equipment.
The sudden electrical malfunctions affected only those soldiers and vehicles caught in the shockwave of the earlier explosion. This selective disruption led some soldiers to theorize that an EMP might have been triggered by the blast, explaining the sudden and localized failure of their electronic equipment.
"Did you guys see that purple smoke earlier?" SPC Raggy asked, glancing around as he helped other soldiers to their feet. He cast a puzzled look toward the center of the explosion, wondering if anyone else had noticed the strange, colorful smoke and the eerie illumination it casted.
"There were white and purple smokes?" PFC Raf replied, brushing dirt and dust from his shirt and gear with quick, distracted movements. He missed the unusual illumination, having been on the ground and focused on keeping his balance during the explosion. The vivid colors hadn't registered in his mind at the time, as his primary concern had been bracing against the shockwave.
"There's no way you missed it; it was bright as hell," PFC Robert responded, sitting on a fallen tree. He shook his head in disbelief, clearly surprised that anyone could have overlooked the intense, vivid lights. The illumination had been so glaring and unusual that it seemed impossible to ignore.
"Of course, he missed it. He was laying face down, trying hard not to cry! HAHAHA, his face back then—Hahaha!" SPC Raggy cackled, clutching his stomach as he tried to stifle his laughter. He pulled out his phone and showed the picture to his squadmates, struggling to contain his amusement as he relived the moment. The image captured PFC Raf's startled expression.
"YOU FU—" PFC Raf erupted, his face flushed with embarrassment and anger as he lunged for Raggy. His curse was cut short as he saw the clear photo Raggy had managed to snap amidst the chaos. The others, including the Platoon, Squad, and Team Leaders, as well as squad members, struggled to suppress their laughter. They exchanged amused glances and smirks as Raf tried to grab the camera from Raggy,
"Okay, hahaha—alright, okay okay okay that's enough," Lt. Howard said, still chuckling as he wiped tears from his eyes. He took a deep breath and composed himself before asking, "You all good?" His tone was both concerned and slightly amused as he checked on his troops, ensuring everyone was accounted for and okay after the chaos of the explosion.
"All good, sir," each soldier replied one by one, their voices steady as they calmed down from their laughter. The mood lightened as they recovered from the tension of the explosion.
"But that light from the explosion was weird," Pvt. Isaac remarked, squinting at the lingering smoke and debris from the blast site. "There were purple and black lights mixed in, almost like something you'd see in space." His gaze shifted over the colorful smoke clouds, his curiosity piqued by the unusual, otherworldly illumination that accompanied the explosion.
"Could it've been their weapon depot?" PFC Raf asked, glancing at his squadmates before turning his attention back to the lingering smoke and the odd lights. His confusion was evident as he tried to piece together the unusual combination of colors and the scale of the explosion.
"Could've been," PFC Raggy replied, his tone reflecting uncertainty as he stared at the swirling smoke and strange lights. The possibility of it being a weapon depot was just one of many theories swirling in his mind, and he, like the others, was left to piece together the mystery of the explosion.
The tactical headsets of the Platoon Leaders and Squad Leaders crackled to life, cutting through the murmurs of confusion. "Command to all units: Stand by and hold your positions. Maintain high alert and wait for further orders," the authoritative voice crackled through the radio, commanding attention.
Lt. Howard stood up, his gaze sweeping over the platoon with a commanding presence. "1st Platoon, Command has ordered us to stand by. Maintain high alert and wait for further orders. Nobody better wander off. If you're injured, head to your respective medic or find the nearest one!" His voice was firm.
"You heard the man," Staff Sgt. Amaro said, his voice carrying the weight of the command as he moved through his squad. He methodically checked each soldier's status, ensuring everyone was accounted for and in good condition.
"Hey, Raggy, send me those pictures later," Lt. Howard said with a smile, his tone light despite the situation. He gave a brief chuckle.
"Wait, what?" Raf questioned in shock, his confusion clear as he processed the laughter and the ongoing jokes. His eyes darted between Raggy, Howard and the others, trying to make sense of the situation amidst the remnants of the earlier chaos.
"Yes, sir," Raggy returned the smile and looked at Raf, laughing once more. The others who overheard the exchange couldn't help but smile and chuckle,
"What the fuck! Nooo, Lieutenant, don't spread the pictures, pleaseeee!" Raf pleaded, his voice a mix of desperation and embarrassment. His plea only fueled the laughter among the squad.
All of them smiled as they looked back towards the forest.
0525H
Malacañang Palace, Situation Room
"What was that?" the man at the head of the table asked, his voice tinged with shock as he stared at the aftermath of the unexpected and bizarre explosion. He turned to the Army General and the Secretary of National Defense beside him, seeking their insights on the mysterious event that had just unfolded.
"We are not sure either, Mr. President," General Rawner replied, his voice tinged with uncertainty. He, too, was visibly shocked and confused, struggling to make sense of the strange and unexpected explosion that had just occurred.
"We are going to look into it, Mr. President," Secretary Theo of the Department of National Defense added, his expression reflecting the same confusion. He assured the President that a thorough investigation would be conducted to uncover the details behind the mysterious explosion.
"Alright, contact DENR (Department of Environment and Natural Resources), DOH (Department of Health), and PNRI (Philippine Nuclear Research Institute). Send NICA (National Intelligence Coordinating Agency) and ISAFP (Intelligence Service of the Armed Forces of the Philippines), and dispatch the Army HAZMAT team as the first responders. I want a thorough investigation with no gaps. Ensure this remains confidential and out of the public eye for now. Also, General Rawner, instruct your men not to disclose anything to the media or anyone else. And make sure the involved departments are under strict orders to keep this information contained," the President directed, his gaze returning to the big screen as he massaged his temples, clearly troubled by the unfolding events.
"Yes, Sir!" both nodded in acknowledgment. "We will lock down the forest immediately and ensure that no one enters without permission," Army General Rawner added.
"The people living near the forest didn't see it, right?" the President inquired, his concern evident. He was worried that the local residents might have witnessed the explosion and its aftermath, potentially exposing the incident to public knowledge.
"We can only hope, sir," Secretary Theo responded, his concern clear. "The explosion and the clouds it emitted were significant, and it's likely they felt the earthquake as well. There's a chance the local residents might have seen or sensed something, which could lead to complications if we try to keep it hidden from the public."
All of them looked at the big screen in front of them and sighed in unison.
"Alright, Dismiss—" The President began, but his words were cut off by the sudden ringing of both telephones on the table and the smart cell phones in the pockets of General Rawner and Secretary Theo. The unexpected noise interrupted the moment.
The three of them look at each other in confusion.
To be continued…
0550H
Situation Room, Malacañang Palace, Philippines
The trio exchanged puzzled looks for a brief moment before each reaching for their phones.
The President took the ringing telephone from the table and places it next to his ear, "This is the President, what's wrong?" The president's voice carried through the phone.
The Secretary of the Department of National Defense, Secretary Theo reached for his pockets, he slid his phone from his pockets and touched the screen before putting it next to his ears, "Theo speaking, what is it?" He voiced into the phone.
The Army General, General Rawner grabs his phone that was placed on the table, he fiddled with the phone and placed it next to his ears, "General Rawner here, What's going on?" He talked.
All three showed signs of confusion in the situation at hand before all them jolted and alarmingly said "WHAT?!" in unison, again they all looked at each other for a few seconds before turning their backs against each other and conversed with their own phones.
"What do you mean by they can't contact their own home command?!" Gen. Rawner staggered by the statement of the person behind the phone who also seemed to be nervous.
"What do you mean by it being weird?! What? The Satellite imagery?" Secretary Theo, overwhelmed, questioned while stroking his upper nose and seemingly massaging it intensely.
"We can't contact the other countries?! What do you mean by that? What? They're not answering?" President Alfa muttered, after hearing what each other said, they all looked at each other again in unison while sweating hard, they were nervous about what's suddenly happening.
"What's happening?" The President muttered, he reached for his own forehead and massaged it in pattern, "Sh*t!" He whispered nervously.
"I'll call for an emergency meeting, NOW!" President Theo announced both to the person on the other side of the telephone and the men in front of him, while looking at the big screen and staring intensely at the footage in front of his eyes.
0930H
Eastern Defense Positions, San Lorenzo Forest, Philippines
Hesco Barriers stood 800 feet from the forest, encircling it completely. T-walls were positioned 50 feet behind the barriers, creating a layered defensive perimeter. In the space between the barriers and the forest, there were several military structures, including command posts, logistics shelters, and supply depots. Tents for troops and field operations were arranged in organized rows, with field kitchens and medical stations strategically placed to support the personnel.
Earlier….
Multiple Humvees, Light Tactical Vehicles, Armored Tactical Vehicles, Trucks with trailers behind them carrying Engineer Battalion's Equipments, were approaching the Eastern Defensive Positions.
"What the hell?" Lt. Howard stared at the oncoming vehicles, confused.
His headset crackled to life, "Easy Company, this is Command. Combat Engineering Battalion (CEB) is en route to your location. Stand by for their arrival; they will be constructing perimeter barriers around the forest. Provide security and cover for their operations. Out." He heard while intently listening to the words of the man from the radio.
He faced his men, "Alright everyone! CEB will be arriving soon, we will be providing cover while they do their work, make sure to stay cautious!" He announced to his Platoon, he walked through their ranks while doing so.
A man in tactical gear approached the Lt. "What the hell is happening sir?" Staff Sgt. Amaro questioned the whole ordeal that was happening in front of them.
He faced the Sgt. and walked while the Sgt. followed him behind "I have no idea too, whatever it is, tell your mates not to say anything about it in public, got it?" Lt. Howard informed the puzzled sergeant about the situation, though he admitted he can't say he is not the same, as he had not yet been briefed on the full details.
"Yes, sir," Amaro responded, still grappling with the unanswered questions that had been troubling him since the strange explosion occurred.
"Did something really weird happen right after the explosion?" Amaro further inquired about the situation, staring at the line of defensive positions they set up earlier.
"Most likely, just my guess though, they're not allowing us to go through there especially if we don't have a ppe or gas mask, and they're sending NICA and ISAFP, they probably want to make sure nothing gets out of here. DENR, DOH and PRNI is coming too, some discovery sh*t is happening here" Howard addressed the inquiries posed by the restless staff sergeant, while walking with the sergeant himself.
Amaro came to a stop, raising his hand in a salute as the Lieutenant moved past him, his gaze fixed forward with a respectful stance.
Back to the Present
"Hey leut!, are they really gonna keep us here?" PFC. Raf questioned their current order to stay in this newly built look-a-lot-like base, while relaxing on a chair in the Platoon Leader's tent.
"That's what they told me, well i'm here with you guys too, i'm stuck here as well" Lt. Howard answered, The Lieutenant sat at his desk inside his tent, diligently working through paperwork. The tent was organized with maps, operational plans, and communication equipment neatly arranged around him. He focused intently on his tasks, occasionally making notes or referencing documents to ensure everything was in order, while the only unorganized stuff in his tent were his own squad.
"Wait, why are you guys here anyway? I'm very busy here so-" Howard was interrupted by PFC. Robert, "Crap this might be our new Home Base" said by the private while drinking a juice from the glass cup he was holding.
"Well, this might be better than the cramped up hell of a barracks back in Basa" SPC. Raggy stated, describing the hell hole of a room they were given back in the Basa Air Base.
"Oi, Don't Ignore me, you damn monk-" Howas was interrupted once again by his own men, "Might be because of the other government agencies basing here" Sgt. Ricko interrupted while shadow boxing on a mirror in front of him.
As Ricko mentioned the government agencies, Howard paused and turned to look through the window of his tent. He surveyed the tents and buildings outside, noting those marked with the logos of the Department of Health (DOH) and the Philippine Nuclear Research Institute (PNRI).
Howard turned back to his squad after observing the structures outside. "Have y'all checked your phones yet?" he asked with a stern expression.
All of them shook their heads to indicate they hadn't checked yet. "Why? Did something happen?" they asked with a confused face, pulling out their phones one by one.
"Woah" "What the f*ck?" "Is this reall?" They were all taken aback by the online posts and the trending articles they found on the front pages of various websites.
Howard sighed before talking "I think so, there are already a lot of evidence proving them, even the government is not denying it entirely." he replied to them all while skimming through a paperwork.
The telephone on his desk rang. "Lt. Howard speaking," he answered, placing the receiver to his ear. "Alright, thank you." After ending the call, he set the phone back down and turned to face the others. "I'm heading to a meeting now, most likely about the current situation. I'll keep you guys updated later," he said, standing up from his chair.
"Yes sir, we're gonna head back now too" Amaro said as the others stood up and saluted. Howard returned the salute, and together, they all exited the tent.
Next day, 0550H
Presidential Situation Room, Malacañang Palace, Philippines
The Presidential Situation Room in Malacañang Palace has been quickly adapted for the crisis meeting. The large mahogany table remains central, now covered with laptops, documents, and maps. Wall-mounted screens display real-time data and video feeds from across the country.
A whiteboard stands at one end, filled with notes and diagrams. Communication equipment has been set up on a side table. The room's chandeliers provide lighting, supplemented by the glow from the electronic displays.
Officials occupy the leather chairs around the table, with others standing or moving about the room. The usual view from the windows is obscured by drawn curtains. A Philippine flag stands in the corner.
The room is noticeably warm due to the number of people and equipment present. A small table near the door holds coffee and water for the attendees.
Overall, the space reflects a blend of the room's formal governmental purpose and the urgent needs of the current situation.
At the head of the table sits a figure in a dark blue hoodie, emblazoned with the Philippine flag on the left chest. The hoodie is unzipped, revealing a simple white t-shirt. This casual top contrasts sharply with crisp formal slacks and polished dress shoes below. This is the President of the Philippines.
To the right, someone leans forward in a military-green polo shirt, sleeves hastily pushed up to the elbows. Their intense focus is evident as they point at a map on the table. This is the Defense Secretary.
Across the table, an individual fidgets with a loosened tie, their wrinkled dress shirt telling of a long day. They tap rapidly on a calculator. This is the Finance Minister.
Next to them, a person absently tugs at the hem of a faded university sweatshirt worn incongruously over pressed dress pants. They're speaking quietly into a phone. This is the Foreign Affairs Secretary.
At the far end, someone in light blue scrubs studies a medical chart with furrowed brows. A stethoscope hangs around their neck. This is the Health Secretary.
Finally, a figure gesticulates animatedly, their quirky periodic table t-shirt peeking out from beneath an unbuttoned blazer. They're explaining something to the group with enthusiasm. This is the Science and Technology Secretary.
The mismatched outfits around the table paint a picture of a meeting called in great haste, with little time for anyone to consider proper attire.
The figure in the dark blue hoodie at the head of the table sat up, rolling their shoulders as if to shake off tension. They cleared their throat softly, the sound gentle but enough to catch everyone's attention.
"Alright folks, let's bring it in," the voice called out warmly, a hint of a smile in the tone.
The hooded head turned, taking in the room with a caring gaze. Eyes crinkled at the corners as they made contact with each official around the table, offering silent encouragement.
As the words settled, there was a quiet shuffling near the room's edges. Staff members began to excuse themselves discreetly, understanding it was time for the core team to convene.
The room gradually quieted, attention naturally drawn to the central figure. Despite the casual hoodie, there was an undeniable presence about them – not intimidating, but reassuring.
As the last of the support staff slipped out with soft "excuse me"s, the figure at the head of the table leaned in, elbows resting comfortably on the polished wood.
"Now that it's just us," they began, voice warm and steady, "let's put our heads together and figure this out."
It was then, as the meeting began in earnest, that an observer would realize: this was President Alfa, ready to guide the nation through uncharted waters with a steady hand and a compassionate heart.
President Alfa took a deep breath, their eyes scanning the room once more before speaking. The warmth in their voice was tempered with a gravity befitting the extraordinary situation.
"Alright everyone, I know we're all still trying to wrap our heads around this, but let's start with what we know," they began, leaning forward slightly. "As incredible as it sounds, all evidence suggests that our entire nation has somehow been transported to... well, another world."
They paused, allowing the weight of those words to settle over the room.
"I need updates from each of you on your areas of responsibility. We need to understand our immediate challenges and resources." President Alfa's gaze moved to the Defense Secretary. "Let's start with security. What's our current defensive posture?"
The President then looked around the table, adding, "After that, we'll go through each department. I want to know about our food and water supplies, energy situation, public health status, and any environmental changes we're facing."
Their voice took on a note of encouragement. "I know this is unprecedented, but if any group can handle this, it's us. We're here to protect and guide our people. So let's get to it."
With a nod, President Alfa signaled for the Defense Secretary to begin, setting in motion what would undoubtedly be one of the most crucial meetings in Philippine history.
The Defense Secretary stood up, scanned the room, and looked at everyone present. He grabbed the remote from the table and activated the large screen.
"Mr. President, colleagues," he began, his voice tense. "We've acquired intelligence about a massive land bridge extending westward from Luzon."
The screen displayed a map showing a new landmass connected to the western coast of Ilocos Sur.
"This land bridge stretches approximately 380 kilometers westward from Santa Catalina in Ilocos Sur—about the distance from Luzon to Taiwan. It connects us to an enormous landmass, roughly the size of North America and Africa combined and also multiple big islands scattered around the "New Earth" which could also possibly be continents, with signs of intelligent lifes with evidences including Cities, Towns, Villages and more"
He zoomed in on the area. "Our response has been swift. The 181st Airborne Brigade Combat Team, who recently operated in the San Lorenzo Forest and have now been replaced there by another Brigade Combat Team, was our vanguard. At 0300 hours, they conducted a massive airdrop operation at the edge of Luzon, near the start of the land bridge. Approximately 3,000 paratroopers and light equipment were deployed. They're currently establishing a perimeter and conducting initial reconnaissance."
The Secretary continued, detailing the ongoing movements:
"The 1st Infantry Division began mobilizing at 0330 hours. Lead elements, including the 1st Brigade Combat Team, are securing the northern edge of the land bridge entrance. They are equipped with M113 FSVs, GKN FS100 Simba 4x4s, and SPT-1 Arma APCs, supported by M1A2 Abrams SEPv3 and M1A2 P Heavy Abrams main battle tanks for enhanced security."
"The 2nd Infantry Division mobilized at 0400 hours. Their 2nd Brigade Combat Team is positioned along the southern edge of the land bridge entrance, providing a two-pronged security approach to our forward positions. They are utilizing IVECO Guarani APCs, Bradley IFVs, ASCOD IFVs, LAVs, and Strykers to ensure comprehensive coverage."
"The 1st Armor Division began rolling out at 0430 hours. A battalion of Sabrah ASCOD II light battle tanks is at the forefront, followed by Leopard 2A7 main battle tanks. They're maintaining a defensive posture at the border, ensuring additional security."
"Our Special Forces units were deployed via helicopter at 0500 hours. They're operating ahead of our main forces, conducting deep reconnaissance and securing potential choke points."
He moved on to air operations: "We have a constant air presence. S-70i Blackhawks and UH-60 Blackhawks are running supply missions to the 181st Airborne every 30 minutes. Apache, AH-1Z Viper, T-129 ATAK helicopters, and A-10 Thunderbolt II 'Warthog' aircraft are on rotating patrols, providing close air support as needed."
"Our RQ-9 Global Hawk took off at 0200 hours and has been providing continuous high-altitude surveillance. We've also deployed RQ-7 Shadow and Hermes 900 drones for lower-altitude reconnaissance, launching one every hour since 0400. These drones are tasked with gathering intelligence on the landmass ahead without raising alert in the town captured by satellite imagery."
Regarding naval operations, he added, "Two Gregorio del Pilar-class frigates and one Jose Rizal-class frigate departed from Subic Bay at 0330 hours. They're patrolling the waters north and south of the land bridge. Our Antonio Luna-class destroyer, based on the Arleigh Burke-class, left port at 0400 hours and is coordinating overall maritime efforts from a central position."
"The Coast Guard mobilized at 0415 hours, with five patrol vessels currently moving into position along the new coastline. They include ships currently used by the Philippines, as well as additional variants and former navy ships now in Coast Guard service. In response to the heightened alert status, additional naval and Coast Guard assets are being deployed to patrol the entire country. This includes both local and former navy vessels now in Coast Guard service, ensuring comprehensive maritime surveillance and readiness."
He concluded, "We expect our main ground forces to maintain their positions at the border while our reconnaissance efforts continue. All units maintain a defensive posture but are ready to respond to any situation. We should receive initial comprehensive reports within the next few hours."
President Alfa looked back from the big screens to the Defense Secretary Theo, "Yeah, talking about the military, we're already self-sufficient when it comes down to that business, right?" Alfa inquired about the military Industry of the country,
Theo nodded and pressed a button from the remote to display a new chart, "Mr. President, I'm pleased to report that our military industry is highly self-sufficient. This has been a priority since before your administration, with a sustained investment of 5% of our GDP annually."
Theo pointed to the chart on the screen, "We've made significant advancements across the board. Our capabilities now include the indigenous production of main battle tanks, APCs, IFVs, and various light tactical vehicles. Our manufacturing facilities can produce everything from the M1A2 Abrams SEPv3 and the M1A2 P Heavy Abrams—our own version of the Abrams made possible through a joint venture with General Dynamics—to the Stryker M1126 ICV with the latest upgrades. Similarly, we've upgraded Bradleys and Humvees, although our focus is now on building more Liberato 4x4 LTV vehicles, both armored and unarmored, manufactured by Anos Research and Manufacturing.
The SPT-1 Arma APC, also produced by Anos, is still in production, with over 2,000 units already delivered. We've upgraded MRAPs donated by the U.S. to meet our Armor and Defense Minimum Quality requirements. Additionally, we have Leopards from Germany and ASCOD Light Tanks. Although we were only able to acquire the blueprints for the light tanks, not the IFVs, the acquisition happened just before the transportation deal was finalized."
The President nodded, "What about the Aerial and Naval Front?" He further inquired.
Theo pressed a button and switched to yet another slide' " Our aerospace industry has developed robust capabilities for producing a range of advanced jets and helicopters, all made possible through years of joint ventures with different defense companies in the US and here in the Philippines. We are locally producing jets such as the Saab JAS 39 Gripen, F-16 Block 70/72 and C/D, F/A-18 Super Hornet and Hornet, F-15E Strike Eagle and EX Eagle II, along with the locally developed F-15 P/A variant. Our helicopter production includes the T-129 ATAK, Apache, S-70i Blackhawk, CH-47 Chinook, CH-53 Super Stallion, Seahawks, and Agusta Westland models, it's the same situation with the Drones such as Hermes 900, Hermes 450, ScanEagle, RQ-7, RQ-9 and locally designed drones".
"On the naval front, our shipyards are capable of constructing and upgrading a wide array of vessels. We produce heavily armed Jose Rizal-class frigates, Miguel Malvar-class frigates, and Lucio Curig-class destroyers equipped with the AEGIS system. Our capabilities extend to locally designed amphibious assault ships, missile boats, littoral combat ships, auxiliary ships, and patrol boats. Additionally, we have bought aircraft carriers from the US and already have three in service, with plans to build locally for two more. Our submarine fleet includes Scorpene submarines and locally designed nuclear submarines, all of which can be produced domestically." Theo answered with ease.
Alfa was reassured as he leaned back on his chair, then suddenly a thought came into his mind, "What about munitions and maintenance?" he expressed.
"Absolutely, Mr. President. Our munitions factories can meet all our needs, from small arms to advanced missile systems. We've also established comprehensive logistics and maintenance networks to ensure that all equipment remains operational. Our supply chains are robust and redundancies are in place to handle any disruptions." Theo said without hesitation.
Alfa sighed in relaxation after hearing the reply, "Is that so? Looks like we will only have minimal problems on local military topics"
The Secretary sat down, the room silent as officials absorbed the scale and pace of the ongoing operations.
The figure in the faded university sweatshirt straightened up, clearing their throat before speaking.
"Mr. President, colleagues," they started, their voice confident. "Thanks to our nation's focus on agricultural self-sufficiency over the past decade, our food security situation is robust, despite our extraordinary circumstances."
Theo gave the remote to the Agriculture Secretary, he brought up a series of charts on the main screen.
"As you know, we've invested heavily in agricultural modernization and efficiency over the last three administrations, allocating 9% of our GDP to this sector. This has paid off significantly."
The Secretary continued, "We currently have a year's worth of rice reserves in our National Food Authority warehouses, and our domestic production has been exceeding consumption for the past five years."
They highlighted a graph showing agricultural productivity trends. "Our high-efficiency farming methods, including vertical farming in urban areas and advanced hydroponics, have dramatically increased our yield per hectare. We're currently at 200% self-sufficiency for rice, 180% for corn, and 150% for vegetables."
"Additionally, our fisheries sector has been thriving due to sustainable aquaculture practices. We're not only self-sufficient but have been a net exporter of fish and marine products for the last three years."
The Secretary's tone became more serious. "However, we're not complacent. We're already assessing how our sudden transportation might affect soil composition, climate patterns, and water sources. Our agricultural research institutes are on high alert, ready to adapt our crops and methods if necessary."
They looked directly at President Alfa. "Mr. President, while our food security is strong, I recommend we form a task force to explore agricultural possibilities on the new land bridge. If it proves arable, it could further enhance our food production capabilities and potentially provide new crop varieties."
The Agriculture Secretary concluded, "Thanks to our previous investments, we're in a strong position to face this challenge. We can sustain our population comfortably while we adapt to our new circumstances."
As they finished their report, the room seemed to breathe a collective sigh of relief, the strong food security situation providing a ray of hope amidst the complex challenges facing the nation.
President Alfa nodded, taking in the reassuring news from the Agriculture Secretary. "Thank you for that report. It's good to know our past investments are paying off. Now, let's move on to our energy situation. Secretary of Energy, what's our status?"
The figure in the quirky t-shirt with the periodic table design sat up straighter, their expression serious despite their casual attire.
"Mr. President, colleagues," the Energy Secretary began, tapping on their tablet to bring up new data on the main screen. "Our energy situation is stable, but we're facing some unique challenges due to our new circumstances."
They pointed to a chart showing energy production and consumption rates. "Thanks to our diversified energy portfolio and recent investments in renewable sources, we're currently energy independent. Our mix of geothermal, solar, wind, and advanced nuclear power plants has been meeting 110% of our domestic needs for the past two years."
The Secretary continued, "Our immediate concern is the status of our offshore wind farms and ocean thermal energy conversion (OTEC) plants. The sudden geographical shift may have affected their operational status. We've dispatched teams to assess and, if necessary, recalibrate these installations."
They swiped to a new diagram. "On a positive note, our land-based solar farms and geothermal plants are functioning normally. The three new thorium-based nuclear reactors we commissioned last year are also operating at full capacity, providing a stable baseload."
"However," the Energy Secretary's tone grew more cautious, "we're unsure about the long-term availability of fossil fuels. While we've significantly reduced our dependence on them, they still play a role in our energy mix, particularly for transportation and some industries."
They looked directly at President Alfa. "Mr. President, I recommend we accelerate our transition to fully renewable and nuclear energy sources. We should also explore the energy potential of the new land mass – it may offer opportunities for additional geothermal or wind power installations."
The Secretary concluded, "For now, we have no immediate energy crisis. Our grid is stable, and we have reserves to manage any short-term disruptions. But we need to adapt quickly to ensure long-term energy security in our new environment."
As they finished their report, the room remained attentive, the energy situation adding another layer of complexity to their unprecedented circumstances.
President Alfa listened intently to the Energy Secretary's report, nodding thoughtfully. After a moment of consideration, they responded:
"Thank you for your comprehensive update, Secretary. Your recommendation to accelerate our transition to renewable and nuclear energy sources is noted and agreed upon. However, we must also consider all our options in this unprecedented situation."
The President leaned forward, addressing the room. "While our focus on renewable energy has served us well, we cannot overlook potential resources that could bolster our energy independence and economic stability. Therefore, I want to reaffirm our commitment to exploring oil reserves in the West Philippine Sea and other parts of our region."
President Alfa's tone became more measured. "However, let me be clear: this exploration will only proceed under the strictest environmental safeguards. We will not compromise the health of our marine ecosystems or contribute to climate change in our pursuit of energy security."
They turned back to the Energy Secretary. "I want a comprehensive environmental impact assessment for each potential drilling site. We'll only give the green light to projects that can demonstrate negligible negative impact on the environment. Moreover, I want to see plans for how any oil extraction can be paired with carbon capture and storage technologies to mitigate emissions."
The President addressed the wider room again. "Our new circumstances may have changed our geography, but they haven't changed our values. We remain committed to sustainable development and environmental stewardship. Any oil exploration must align with these principles."
"Secretary, please work with the Department of Environment and Natural Resources to form a joint task force. I want detailed proposals on my desk within the week - proposals that balance our energy needs with our environmental responsibilities."
President Alfa concluded, "We'll explore these options, but only in a way that secures our future without compromising it. Is that understood?"
The room nodded in agreement, the President's balanced approach setting a clear direction for their energy strategy in this new world.
President Alfa nodded, satisfied with the direction set for energy exploration. "Thank you, Secretary. Now, let's move on to our economic situation. Secretary of Finance, what's our current economic outlook?"
The figure with the loosened tie and wrinkled dress shirt straightened up, their loosened tie and wrinkled shirt betraying long hours of work. their fingers dancing across a tablet before new graphs appeared on the main screen.
"Mr. President, colleagues," they began, their voice steady and confident. "I'm pleased to report that our long-term strategy of economic self-sufficiency has put us in a strong position to face our current unprecedented circumstances."
They gestured to a chart showing various economic indicators. "Thanks to our focus on domestic production and economic independence over the past two decades, we've built a remarkably resilient economy. Our GDP has been growing steadily at 7% annually, with 85% of that growth driven by domestic consumption and production."
The Secretary swiped to a new slide. "Our manufacturing sector now accounts for 30% of our GDP, up from 20% a decade ago. We've successfully developed domestic industries for electronics, automobiles, pharmaceuticals, and advanced materials, reducing our reliance on imports by 70%."
They highlighted another graph. "Our agricultural modernization program has not only made us food self-sufficient but has also turned us into a net exporter of high-value crops and processed foods. This accounts for 15% of our export earnings."
"In terms of energy," they continued, "as the Energy Secretary mentioned, we're now 110% self-sufficient, with our excess capacity being used to power energy-intensive industries, further boosting our economy."
The Finance Secretary's tone became more serious. "While our sudden relocation has disrupted some aspects of our economy, particularly international trade which accounted for only 20% of our GDP, our domestic-focused economy is well-positioned to absorb this shock."
They looked directly at President Alfa. "Mr. President, I recommend we leverage our economic self-sufficiency to explore the potential of our new geographical setting. We should assess any natural resources in our expanded territory and consider how they might further strengthen our industrial base."
The Secretary concluded, "Our economy is strong, diverse, and self-reliant. We have the domestic production capacity, the skilled workforce, and the technological base to not just weather this extraordinary situation, but to thrive in it. Our focus now should be on adapting our strengths to this new environment."
As they finished their report, a sense of cautious optimism seemed to spread through the room, the nation's economic resilience providing a sturdy foundation in these uncertain times.
The DILG Secretary, in a crisp suit with a well-worn copy of the Constitution visible on the table, straightened up. Their demeanor exuded the quiet confidence of a seasoned legal expert.
"Mr. President, colleagues," they began, their voice clear and precise. "I'm pleased to report that our citizens have demonstrated remarkable composure, largely due to the robust legal and social frameworks we've established over the past three administrations."
They brought up a series of charts on the main screen. "Our justice system reforms, modeled after Denmark's renowned approach, have proven invaluable in this crisis. The 'Swift Justice Initiative' we implemented two years ago has reduced case backlogs by 95% and increased public trust in our legal system to 87%, comparable to Scandinavian levels."
The Secretary continued, "Our 'Community Justice Centers', now present in every barangay, have been crucial in maintaining order. These centers, combining mediation services, legal aid, and community policing, have resolved 98% of minor disputes locally, preventing escalation."
They highlighted another graph. "The 'Transparency in Governance Act' passed last year has also played a significant role. With all government decisions and data readily accessible to the public, we've seen a 96% reduction in rumors and misinformation during this crisis."
"As a result," they added, "99.5% of our population is maintaining normal daily routines. The remaining 0.5% showing signs of unrest are being engaged through our 'Dialogue First' protocol, emphasizing communication over confrontation."
The DILG Secretary's tone became more reflective. "Our reformed police force, now with the highest trust rating in Southeast Asia, is handling isolated incidents with professionalism and restraint. Their extensive de-escalation training has proven invaluable."
They looked directly at President Alfa. "Mr. President, I recommend we continue leveraging our advanced legal framework and community-based approach. Our system, now on par with the world's best, has given us a strong foundation to face this unprecedented situation."
The Secretary concluded, "The reforms of the past decade have created a justice system and social structure that's resilient, fair, and trusted by our citizens. This trust is our greatest asset as we navigate these extraordinary circumstances."
As they finished their report, there was a sense of pride in the room. The advanced state of the Philippines' justice system and social structures provided a robust framework for facing the challenges ahead.
The cabinet meeting continued for another two hours after the initial reports, with President Alfa leading an intense and detailed discussion. Each secretary delved deeper into their respective areas, addressing potential scenarios and fine-tuning their action plans. They debated resource allocation, coordinated cross-department efforts, and strategized on public communication. Until the next and last presentation.
"Thank you for the comprehensive update," the President said, nodding towards the previous presenter. "Now, I'd like to move on to our next topic. Dr. Santos, can you discuss our approach to contacting the intelligent life we've identified?"
Dr. Maria Santos, Director of PhilSA, stood and approached the screen behind her. "Mr. President, esteemed colleagues, as we are all aware, our reconnaissance missions have confirmed the presence of intelligent life in the new landmass west of Luzon. The key question now is how to approach these beings diplomatically without causing alarm or conflict."
The President nodded thoughtfully. "What is our proposed strategy?"
Dr. Santos switched slides to show a detailed communication plan. "We propose a multi-phase diplomatic approach. First, we will send unmanned probes equipped with communication devices programmed with basic mathematical and pictorial language. This method has been chosen based on historical precedents set by early Earth-based space missions when attempting to contact extraterrestrial life."
The Foreign Affairs Secretary leaned forward. "How do we ensure that our message is understood and not perceived as a threat?"
"Our linguistic experts are working on universal symbols and sounds that convey peace and curiosity," Dr. Santos explained. "These probes will broadcast these messages continuously while monitoring for any response. If we receive a positive response, the next phase would involve deploying a small diplomatic team, including cultural and scientific experts, to make initial contact, ideally under a white flag of peace."
The President considered the plan. "And what measures are we taking to ensure the safety of our diplomatic team?"
The Defense Secretary responded, "We have rapid response teams on standby, including the 181st Airborne Brigade Combat Team, who have experience from the San Lorenzo Forest operation. They can be deployed to secure our team if necessary. Additionally, our naval and air forces are maintaining heightened alert levels around the country, ready to respond to any developments."
"We should also prepare a contingency plan for sustained engagement," the President added. "We need to build trust and establish a communication channel that can handle prolonged discussions."
Dr. Santos nodded. "Our plan includes setting up a secure communication hub on the edge of the landmass. This hub will be manned by experts and equipped with advanced technology to facilitate ongoing dialogue. We'll also include cultural exchange programs to foster understanding and goodwill."
"Dr. Santos, how soon can we deploy these probes and initiate contact?" the President asked, nodding in approval.
"We are ready to launch within 48 hours, Mr. President," Dr. Santos replied confidently. "All systems are in place, and we have conducted extensive simulations to ensure the success of this mission."
"Excellent. Proceed with the plan, and keep the Cabinet updated on any significant developments," the President instructed. "This could be a pivotal moment in our history, and we must handle it with the utmost care and precision."
"Understood, Mr. President. We will keep you informed every step of the way," Dr. Santos responded, a slight salute acknowledging the gravity of their task.
As the President leaned back, the weight of the moment was clear on his face. The room hummed with a sense of cautious optimism as they prepared for a potential diplomatic contact with another world, with military support ready in case of any unforeseen developments.
Suddenly, the secure phone on the table in front of the Joint Chief of Staff, General Romeo, rang sharply, breaking the room's concentration. General Romeo, a seasoned veteran with a stern demeanor, reached for the receiver, his face unreadable as he listened intently.
"Yes?" he answered, his voice calm but authoritative. As he listened, his expression shifted to one of shock and concern. The room fell silent, sensing the gravity of the situation.
General Romeo held the receiver tightly, his knuckles white. "Repeat that," he demanded. "Are you certain?"
The entire room watched as he listened to the response. His eyes narrowed, and he gave a quick nod, as if confirming something.
"Understood. Maintain observation and prepare for immediate action," he said before hanging up. He took a moment to compose himself, then looked around the room, locking eyes with the President.
"Mr. President, we have a situation," he began, his voice steady but urgent. "Our reconnaissance drones have detected significant movements from the new landmass. Large groups are heading towards the land bridge. The pattern suggests they might be making contact with our newly established, heavily defended border checkpoint."
The President leaned forward, the weight of the news clear on his face. "How soon until they reach our positions?"
General Romeo took a deep breath. "Estimates suggest they could arrive within hours. We need to decide on our response immediately."
The room was filled with tension as the officials absorbed the news. The President looked around, his mind racing with the implications.
"Prepare our defenses and have all units on high alert," the President ordered, turning to the Defense Secretary. "And ensure that our diplomatic team is ready to engage if necessary."
General Romeo nodded, his face still set in a grim expression. "We'll be ready, Mr. President. But we need to be prepared for any outcome."
As the officials began to discuss the next steps, the room buzzed with a mix of urgency and apprehension. The message was clear: a potentially historic and perilous encounter was imminent.
To be continued…
Multiple modern combat soldiers readied their gear and hastily moved into their defensive positions. They set up heavy machine gun and sniper positions atop the second barrier of Hesco bastions, peering through and focusing intently on the approaching unknown element. Military vehicles on site, including tanks and light tanks, positioned themselves defensively outside the second barrier. Armored tactical vehicles took their own defensive stances outside the second barrier, composed of T-walls and Hesco barriers, with the first defensive barrier made of barbed wire and tank traps. These vehicles utilized their heavy machine guns and automatic grenade launchers mounted on top. Attack helicopters on stand by at the nearby joint Army-Air Force-Naval base in Vigan City, known as Fort Vigan.
Lt. Howard POV
Or at least that's what I'm aware of. The ETA of the approaching unknown elements was eight days away. I was bewildered when I heard about it, but when I was informed of their mode of transport, I thought that it was unusual but I remembered our current circumstances, then I kind of understood what the crazy ETA was about. What were they using? A horse. That's right, a horse. Despite the long ETA, we set up extra defensive measures, and here we are, eight days later.
I hastily ran to where my platoon was stationed. They were beside the 45th Armor "Carabao" Division, behind their Abrams, Leopards, and ASCODs, taking cover with sandbags and concrete barriers. Some of my men were behind the tanks, chit-chatting with the tank crews.
I positioned myself near the 1st Squad, crouching as I took out my binoculars. Placing them in front of my eyes, I zoomed in on where the enemy was supposed to be. Not a single sign of movement. Just a flat, sandy desert.
The sun beat down on us, and the dry heat was almost unbearable. Sweat trickled down my face, and I wiped it away with my sleeve, my eyes scanning the horizon.
I could hear the low hum of the tanks' engines and the occasional murmur of conversation among the soldiers. The sandbags and concrete barriers offered some protection.
I could hear the low hum of the tanks' engines and the occasional murmur of conversation among the soldiers. The sandbags and concrete barriers offered some protection, but the vast openness of the desert felt intimidating. I took a deep breath, my resolve steady.
"Anything?" I whispered to PFC Raf, who was lying next to me, his own binoculars fixed on the horizon.
"Nothing yet, sir," he replied, his voice barely audible over the sound of the wind.
The minutes felt like hours as we waited. Every shadow, every mirage in the distance, caught my attention. I knew my men felt the same. The anticipation was high, but we were prepared. The tension was palpable, but it was the kind that sharpened focus rather than frayed nerves.
*"Can you believe this, Lieutenant? Two days in San Lorenzo, now we're back out here. The brass sure knows how to keep us on our toes."* Staff Sgt. Amaro was crouched beside a makeshift barricade, checking his radio equipment. His hands moved efficiently, even though his eyes kept darting toward the horizon.
*"What about that purple explosion, sir? You think it's got something to do with why we're out here? Feels like we're in a bad sci-fi novel."* Sergeant Ricko was kneeling behind a row of sandbags, adjusting his M4. His brow was furrowed in concentration as he tightened a loose strap, making sure every piece of gear was secure.
"I've been reading about Japanese legends. You know, like those stories where people get summoned to other worlds—isekai-style? It's got me wondering if we're dealing with something along those lines." Private Jacky was sprawled out behind a low stone wall, using a small, battered book as a support for his rifle. His eyes scanned the landscape.
"Aliens, isekai, portals—who knows. All I know is my rifle's loaded, and I'm ready to make whatever's out there regret crossing us." Private Homer sat with his back against a rock formation, his automatic rifle propped up beside him.
"Hell, if it's anything like those Japanese stories, we'd better hope we don't get any giant monsters. I'm not keen on a kaiju fight, alien or otherwise." Private Paddy was stationed near a sandbagged bunker, fussing with his grenades to ensure they were securely fastened.
"I'm more concerned about why these things might be out here. If we're the line of defence, we need to be ready for anything, be it aliens, interdimensional creatures, or some sort of isekai scenario." Cpl. Romolo stood by a makeshift observation post, his binoculars hanging around his neck. He took frequent, slow glances through the lenses, his stance firm as he scanned the distant horizon for any movement.
"If we run into something weird—aliens, monsters, whatever—I'm on it. Just don't make me handle a space virus or something, alright?" Specialist Raggy was in a shaded corner of thr sandbags, organizing his medical supplies. He checked each item with a casual efficiency, muttering to himself. "At this rate, I'm expecting a visit from a magical healer or a spaceship soon."
"What do you think—are we in an isekai scenario, or just stuck in a really bad luck cycle? Either way, we're all looking way too serious for our own good." Private Raf sat cross-legged on a piece of discarded equipment, his rifle resting across his lap. He looked around at his comrades with a grin. "Seriously though, we're like the most tense squad in history. I almost expect one of us to start casting spells any minute now.
"All this talk about aliens and magic worlds is great and all, but I'd just like to get through today without any surprises. I'm not exactly ready for a dragon fight or an alien invasion." Private Robert was crouched behind a low concrete barricade, his grenade launcher resting on the sandbags. He checked his gear with slow, deliberate movements. "If anything shows up, let's just hope it's something we can handle without too much drama."
"I'm with you on that. Right now, it's just sand, speculation, and a whole lot of heat. If we end up with aliens or portals, I hope they at least bring some shade." Private Isaac paced near a makeshift lookout, rifle slung over his shoulder. He paused occasionally to peer into the distance, his fingers twitching near the safety of his weapon. "At least this'll make one hell of a story if we make it through."
The chatter eventually tapered off as everyone focused on their positions. The relentless heat was a constant companion, and the uncertainty of what lay ahead gnawed at us. We were bracing ourselves for whatever this place had in store, but it didn't stop us from cracking jokes about our latest bizarre deployment.
The S-70 I helicopter roared overhead, slicing through the air with precision. From my vantage point, I could see the sleek, black silhouette against the clear sky. The rotors thumped rhythmically, a steady beat that reverberated through my chest. It flew low, skimming just above the treetops, as it headed toward the identified movement far ahead.
The downwash kicked up a cloud of dust, sands and loose leaves, forcing me to shield my eyes momentarily using my arm. I squinted through the debris, tracking its swift progress. The helicopter's body gleamed under the sun.
My radio crackled to life, "This is Hawk-1, we are approaching the Unidentified Element, stand by for immediate support," and not only did I hear about it, but so did the other Platoon and Squad leaders. We prepared our weapons and trained them in the direction that the Unidentified Element was coming from, while Hawk-1 would make first contact and direct them from there.
As I was staring at the distance, I heard something on my right and turned my head to see a man in the distance coming to a halt from his brisk walk; he's wearing a white suit, I believe it's a barong tagalog, and he's wearing sunglasses; he's most likely the diplomat; beside him is a man in a green formal military uniform, also wearing sunglasses; he's definitely the Brigadier General of the Brigade we're in.
I returned my attention to the dessert and imagined a variety of scenarios that may happen
1035H
Unknown POV
Horses pounded through the sandy desert, their riders scanning the unfamiliar terrain. They were on a reconnaissance mission for their kingdom, venturing into the unknown. The sun beat down mercilessly, casting long shadows on the shifting dunes.
Leading the formation was a woman in a striking royal soldier uniform. Her deep burgundy attire, adorned with gold trim and insignia, stood out against the desert backdrop. The uniform was tailored to perfection, combining practicality with regality.
Beside her rode a woman in a blue military uniform with a breastplate strapped to her chest. Her uniform was adorned with medals and insignia, indicating her rank and experience. The breastplate gleamed in the sunlight.
The rest of the riders were clad in full plate armor, marking them as the elite knights of the kingdom. Their armor, polished to a mirror finish, covered them from head to toe, with intricate engravings and the kingdom's emblem etched onto their breastplates. The sun glinted off their helmets, visors down, revealing only eyes scanning the horizon. Heavy gauntlets protected their hands, and greaves covered their legs, each piece meticulously crafted for maximum protection and mobility.
Long swords hung at their sides, and shields bearing the kingdom's crest were strapped to their backs, ready for combat. The horses, equally well-armored with barding that matched their riders' armor, snorted and huffed, their hooves kicking up clouds of sand as they moved steadily forward.
Horses pounded through the sandy desert, their riders scanning the unfamiliar terrain. They were on a reconnaissance mission for their kingdom, venturing into the unknown. The sun beat down mercilessly, casting long shadows on the shifting dunes.
Leading the formation was a woman in a striking royal soldier uniform. Her deep burgundy attire, adorned with gold trim and insignia, stood out against the desert backdrop. The uniform was tailored to perfection, combining practicality with regality, and she rode her horse with confidence and authority.
Beside her rode a woman in a blue military uniform with a breastplate strapped to her chest. Her uniform was adorned with medals and insignia, indicating her rank and experience. The breastplate gleamed in the sunlight, a testament to her readiness for battle.
The rest of the riders were clad in full plate armor, marking them as the elite knights of the kingdom. Their armor, polished to a mirror finish, covered them from head to toe, with intricate engravings and the kingdom's emblem etched onto their breastplates. The sun glinted off their helmets, visors down, revealing only determined eyes scanning the horizon. Heavy gauntlets protected their hands, and greaves covered their legs, each piece meticulously crafted for maximum protection and mobility.
Long swords hung at their sides, and shields bearing the kingdom's crest were strapped to their backs, ready for combat. The horses, equally well-armored with barding that matched their riders' armor, snorted and huffed, their hooves kicking up clouds of sand as they moved steadily forward.
The group moved as one, each rider attuned to the others, ready to react at a moment's notice. The desert stretched out before them, vast and mysterious, as they pressed on into the unknown.
Suddenly, they came to a halt, ears pricked at a loud thumping sound from the distance. A silhouette appeared on the horizon, resembling a bird, but with something spinning above its head. The rhythmic thumping grew louder, emanating from the strange figure. The knights exchanged wary glances, their hands instinctively reaching for their weapons.
"Do you hear that?" the leading woman asked, her voice steady but tinged with curiosity.
The woman in the blue uniform nodded, squinting at the distant shape. "It's like nothing I've seen before. What could it be?"
One of the knights shifted in his saddle, his armor clinking. "It's coming closer. Should we prepare for an attack?"
Another knight tightened his grip on his sword. "It looks like a bird, but no bird makes that kind of noise. And what's spinning above it?"
The leading woman raised a hand, signaling for silence. "Hold your positions. Let's observe and see what it does."
"Princess Aleana, Her Highness, should we prepare for battle? It's getting closer and approaching very quickly," the woman in the blue uniform inquired, her eyes fixed on the rapidly advancing silhouette.
"We should, your weapons ready! Don't get scared of it, retreat only if necessary!" Princess Aleana replied and barked out orders.
"Formation!" Princess Aleana commanded. The knights swiftly arranged themselves into a V formation. The front row raised their iron shields, positioning them to deflect any incoming threat, while their spikes were visible and ready. At the back, the archers nocked their arrows and drew their bows, preparing for a ranged assault. The swordsmen positioned themselves between the archers and the shield bearers, ready to engage in close combat if needed.
As the strange object drew closer, its image became clearer. It wasn't a creature at all but a peculiar iron contraption. The device was cylindrical and metallic, with two figures visible through its transparent sections, their movements barely discernible. Above the contraption, something is spinning at very fast speeds, creating the thumping noise that had alerted them.
The contraption's speed gradually decreased until it came to a complete stop, just a short distance away. Its body then began to shift, spinning to its right and presenting its side to the knights. Through what appeared to be a glass window, more figures became visible inside. The sight was both fascinating and unsettling, as the knights peered at the strange, mechanical device and its occupants.
The contraption suddenly emitted a voice, startling everyone. "This is the Philippine Air Force. State your identity and your reason for entering our territory. Failure to comply will result in the use of lethal force."
The knights exchanged bewildered glances, confused and alarmed by the machine's ability to speak.
Princess Aleana stepped forward, her voice resolute as she yelled, "We are the Elite Knight Reconnaissance Division of the Kingdom of Lasia. We are here to conduct reconnaissance in these unknown lands!"
She fixed her gaze on the contraption, waiting for its response.
The object remained still for a moment before speaking again,"Copy that. Please follow us; we understand you may have further questions, which we can address later," the contraption's voice responded. It then turned its body back towards its original direction and began to move slowly forward.
The woman in the blue uniform turned to Princess Aleana, her voice tinged with concern. "Is this safe, Your Highness?" She glanced between the princess and the contraption.
"Well, we need answers," Princess Aleana replied, her gaze steady on the woman in blue. "We can't return without understanding what's happening here."
1040H
The knights followed the strange contraption, which slowed its pace to match the speed of their horses. They arrived at what seems to be a border wall, its height not that high and also not that low before them were lined with soldiers in unfamiliar clothing. These soldiers stood or crouched behind of what seems to be small barriers for cover, their attire markedly different from anything the knights had seen.
Nearby, several large, green iron contraptions, resembling elephants, were positioned. The machines were bulky and intricately designed, adding to the surreal atmosphere of the scene.
In the center of the area, before a large black iron gate, stood two men. One was dressed in white clothing with what seems to be a flag that they have never seen before and wore shades over his eyes. Beside him was a man in a green military uniform, adorned with medals on his chest. The green-clad man's attire with the same colors and shape of an unknown flag, suggested a high rank or significant role within their organization, judging from the rectangular multiple colored medals itself. Both men observed the approaching knights with keen interest.
Both men stepped forward. The man in white stopped just within arm's reach and cleared his throat before extending his hand. "Nice to meet you," he said with a smile after removing his shades. It seemed he was offering a handshake, so Princess Aleana leaned forward and reached for his hand.
"Nice to meet you too," she replied, gripping his hand firmly.
"I am Ambassador Tom Gard. I'm the diplomat representing the Republic of the Philippines. It's an honor to make your acquaintance," he said, smiling warmly. "Next to me is the Brigadier General of the 181st Airborne Brigade Combat Team, who is in charge of the Airborne units deployed at this border." He extended his hand, gesturing to the man beside him.
"It's nice to meet you. I'm Brigadier General Ricky Alfonso of the 181st ABCT," the general introduced himself, offering a handshake, which Princess Aleana did not deny.
"It's nice to meet all of you," Princess Aleana said, clearing her voice clear. "I am the 2nd Princess of the Kingdom of Lasia, Princess Aleana Lasia." She nodded respectfully to both men as she introduced herself, she also extended her hand and gestured to the woman behind her,"She is Lady Eleanor, a trusted companion, knight, and protector to myself," Princess Aleana continued, gesturing to the woman in the blue military uniform. "Not only that, but she is also the leader of the Knightmaidens, composed of female knights." Lady Eleanor nodded in acknowledgment.
"It's nice to meet you," Lady Eleanor said, extending her hand for a handshake. Both men accepted without hesitation, shaking her hand firmly in turn.
Alfonso looked back at both women. "Shall we continue our formal talks inside a building to combat the uncomfortableness of this heat?" He pointed his thumb towards a nearby structure, its rooftop just visible behind the towering T-walls.
Alfonso noticed the hesitant expressions on both women's faces. "Uhh, don't worry, we won't do anything to you. You can also bring your other soldiers with you inside," he reassured them.
Both Aleana and Eleanor exchanged a look and nodded which seemed like a nonverbal sign of agreement. "Very well, then. I'll order my men to accompany me," Aleana replied to Alfonso, her voice still carrying a hint of hesitation.
Lady Eleanor turned to the knights. "Prepare to move inside," she commanded. The knights behind them nodded and began to form up, ready to follow their leaders into the building.
Aleana whispered to eleanor if they have ever seen the flag they were carrying.
As Aleana prepared herself, she whispered to Eleanor, "Have you noticed the flag embroidered on their strange clothing?".
"Yes, Your Highness," Eleanor replied to the curious princess. "Although I don't recall any country with such symbols on their flag."
Aleana nodded, "I see".
Both the knights and Princess Aleana, along with Lady Eleanor, walked through the gates and walls, following the pace set by the two men leading them. As they moved, they couldn't help but notice the stares and glances from the soldiers around them.
"What kind of place is this?" one knight murmured, his eyes wide with amazement.
"I've never seen buildings like these," another knight added, craning his neck to take in the sights.
Princess Aleana whispered to Eleanor, "The architecture here is so different from what we know. Look at those iron elephants."
"Yes, Your Highness," Eleanor replied, her tone equally filled with wonder. "It's as if we've stepped into another world."
One of the knights nudged his companion. "Did you see those green machines? They look like something out of a blacksmith's wildest dream."
"I'm not sure if they're weapons or something else," his companion responded, eyes fixed on the contraptions.
Lady Eleanor glanced around, then leaned closer to Aleana. "Their technology is far beyond anything we've encountered. We must tread carefully and learn as much as we can."
As they continued to walk, the strange-clothed soldiers also seemed curious, their eyes following the knights with equal fascination.
Lt. Howard POV
The alerts were lifted up from Red to Blue, after the interaction of the guests and the top Brass just outside the gates. I guess it went okay for now, since they let them in but were ordered to remain in our positions and stay cautious. That was my first time seeing a natural silver hair girl with an armor that looks like a knight, and next to her was a blonde girl with practically the same armor but different colored clothes.
Private Isaac sat down in the shade, leaning back against a tree, exclaiming with amazement, "Wow, that girl with blonde hair was really pretty!"
PFC Jacky, sitting cross-legged nearby, glanced over and chuckled, "You mean the one who passed us? Yeah, she was something."
PFC Homer, standing a few feet away, grinned. "Keep dreaming, Isaac. We're here on duty, not for sightseeing."
Private Paddy, reclining on his pack, laughed and shook his head. "Isaac, you've got a one-track mind. Focus, man. We've got more important things to worry about."
Cpl. Romolo, standing with his arms crossed and surveying the area, smirked but kept his tone serious. "Alright, lovebirds. Eyes on the mission. We've got a job to do."
SPC Raggy, kneeling beside his medical kit, added, "Stay hydrated, Isaac. And everyone else, too. It's hot out here."
PFC Raf, leaning against a nearby boulder, gave Isaac a playful nudge with his foot. "Don't worry, Isaac. Maybe you'll get a chance to say hi when we're off duty."
"WHAT?! I was just admiring" Isaac argued.
"Yeah Yeah whatever" everyone else shrugged off the argument.
"OI!" Issac said aloud, while the others smiled and chuckled.
This is truly another world, but who knows, they might just be cosplaying. But I guess there are no insane people crazy enough to mess with the military… wait, Earth is full of people like that. Well, whatever, this is my job anyway.
1607H
I am sitting down on the ground while using the back of M4A2 P Heavy Abrams, getting a rest from walking down and back, as the blue alert was lifted to white alert.
"All units, this is Base Commander. We have received a visual report of an unidentified element approaching from the east. A possible knight on a horse, it's moving steadily towards our position. Over." my radio crackled to life, almost making me jump.
"60 mikes ETA, stay cautious, Over" the man in the radio added.
I sighed and stood up, "Alright Everyone!" I yelled, my platoon turned their heads to mine, "We have a land bogey coming to us, 60 mikes out, be prepared and stay cautious" I relayed to the rest of the platoons
I walked beside the tank, and took a seat on a jerry can which was just beside the tank.
1707H
A silhouette of some sort of animal came running towards our direction with dust of sands flying behind it. As it closed the distance between us it became more apparent that it was a horse with an armored man riding it, especially when the spotlight from the base stared and locked in on them. It stopped from its tracks after being shoned by the spotlight.
To be continued…
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