February the 5th, 2034, 11:22 AM
Gallen sea:
Captain Davidson Brown slumped in his chair overlooking his ship. He had been thirsting for action when he had joined the Qua Toyne navy, but he and his ship had been tasked with guarding fishing vessels on the west of Quila.
The blatant aggression of the Louria kingdom had caused more protection of all ships out at sea. This was heavily fought by captains like Davidson but they understood it was to protect the innocent civilians and to keep food flowing to Qua Toyne.
The Lourians enjoyed vast amounts of fertilized land while Qua Toyne struggled to pull through some years and this led to a vast population difference. However, the Qua Toyne held much more resources in their lands, and with the Quila's strong beast-men, the Rodenius continent had been balanced for years.
This had all changed with the taming of the flying wyvern and the Lourian exports of them to the Parpaldia Empire. With this, the Lourians had become rich and craved expansion. As Qua Toyne and Quilla shared a border with Louria, they were prime candidates.
The Lourian's army and navy were immense. They also had tenfold the number of wyverns. He and everyone else on the Rodenius knew that when the Lourians would strike, it would be one-sided.
That was why he tried his best to become the best commander he could be. It would save as many people as possible.
A shout from the first mate however awoke him. "Captain! Something spotted on our starboard by the horizon!"
He turned to view his right and cursed at what he saw. Giant beating wings of the wyvern. They terrified all on the sea as Their wooden ships would be burnt to a crisp with just one attack. Currently in his arsenal were 6 warships and 2 fishing barges. Not much against a wyvern.
Despite the depressing reality of the situation, Davidson straightened his hat and put on a stony face. "Prepare the archers and lance throwers! Tell the warships to circle the fishing vessels and protect them at all costs! We will bring their wings back to port or die trying!"
Cheers echoed across the ship as the sailors garnished their weapons. 4 minutes later, the 2 wyvern had arrived.
He and his men got the first attack off. A barrage of lances and arrows met the wyvern and bounced harmlessly off them. His heart dropped. These were wyvern of the Tulsan island. They had very hard scales and hadn't even been tamed yet. It was said all who meet them on the open ground will die a horrible death and there was nothing more open than the sea.
A miracle struck and they got a lucky shot through one of the wyvern's eyes, and it fell to the water. Davidson cheered with his men. They had taken down one of the most fearsome monsters on the high seas
The other wyvern though, enraged by the death of its comrade began to charge a fireball, aimed directly at him.
Fearful, he prayed to the gods. Prayed that they may have mercy on his soul and allow him to continue protecting his countrymen.
And as if they had heard his prayers, a bright flash resonated over his vision. It only lasted a few seconds, but it saved him. The wyvern was stunned by this light and overshot the fireball.
Davidson started yelling then "The gods have given us a blessing! Don't waste it!"
They began hurling anything and everything at the wyvern with all their strength, carried by the gods' faith in them.
The beast, however, regained its senses and shot a fireball at the ship next to them. The ship exploded and scattered itself across the ocean, having practically disappeared from existence.
They now only had 3 warships and the 2 fishing barges. This empowered his men, showing that they would perish like their comrades should they fail to kill the monster.
The wyvern was about to launch another attack on his ship, but it suddenly exploded, being put to the same fate as its victims and being spread across the ocean. His men all being cheering in celebration, amazed at the miracle that just happened.
As the adrenaline pumped out of their system, their senses became clearer and with this, a chorus of gasps soon rung out amongst his men. Some of them pointed while others rubbed their eyes as if they were seeing a mirage. As he looked in the direction of the fingers, he was mesmerized. About 600 strides away, where there had only been ocean before, there was a beautiful beach, with towering spirals of metal behind a large tree line.
He stood with his hands clasped behind his back1, both amazed and confused. How had they reached land?.
He only became more confused as a white and blue ship, about the same size as his, pulled around the coast with its sails furled. It bolstered a singular canon on its front, although this looked much more refined than the Parpaldia Empire's canons. The ship also looked like it was completely covered in metal.
His first mate, Uchi Eitie, walked up beside him. "What a ship, ey? With all that metal, it must have been very costly to make."
He nodded and was about to say something, but a loud thumping drowned him out.
From the ship, a metal contraption took to the air. He had no idea how it flew, but it seemed to have a weapon on the top in the form of a fast-moving sword. It began moving, forward, towards his ship and his eyes widened. If this ship and island belonged to a kingdom or empire, they might see his ships as hostile being so close to the coast.
His crew began to freak out. Some ran, some drew their weapons, one even wet himself. The contraption just carried on and stopped above his ship. It then dropped ropes and the sides opened up. Figures began riding down the ropes, carrying black sticks. He'd say the black sticks were muskets, but they were too short. When they touched down, he couldn't make out their identy. The figures had a mask on their face and wore thick looking material.
As they landed on the deck, his sailors pulled out their swords. This caused the masked men to raise their black sticks to their cheeks and began yelling, possibly chanting a spell.
He stepped in between the men and his sailors and shouted to them in the common tongue. "Please, do not raise your weapons, we mean no harm!
One of the men's heads perked up. "You know [lat-in]?"
Whith this, they began to have a conversation between themselves before the man turned back to him. "You are the captain correct?"
He nodded
"We are here to well check your vessels and help any injured. To do that, we need you to tell your men to drop their weapons
He turned to his men and communicated the orders "Men, they do not bare ill intentions. They are here to help! Lay down your arms and allow them to help you."
The sailors looked unsure of the gis orders, but heeded his words and dropped their swords and spears. The masked men also lowered their weapons.
One of them stepped forward holding a white box with a red cross on it. The first man walked up with him as well. "This is our medic. He will check you for disease and afterward, you will be moved to the hospital for check-ups."
He nodded and communicated to his men to allow this healer to do his work. While this was happening, more metal contraptions flew towards the other ships and did the same as they did with his.
Over the next few hours, they took blood samples, bandaged wounds, and loaded the worst of his men into more of their metal contraptions. He was a little worried but knew that if they wanted to kill them, they would have done it earlier.
With the contraptions moving up and away, 2 more of the blue and white ships showed up, sails furled, and began to blare orders to him in common tongue.
"Crew and captains of the wooden ships. We are the Coastal Patrol Force of the United Federation Military. We are directing you to a port where you will dock and be moved to a housing facility."
Moving by some magik power, They influenced his and his comrades' ships into a line as they paddled around the island. As they sailed, he saw more metal towers and more beaches. Some of them even had colorful objects on them seemingly abandoned. It looked ghostly, as if everyone had just left without taking their belongings.
After a few minutes of sailing, they rounded a bend and his eyes widened.
There, in the port, were dozens of metal ships, most bigger than the ones escorting him. Some were just like the blue and white escorts, some looked similar but were larger and gray, and 2 were ginormous, larger than all the others, and equipped with more of the metal contraptions on their deck.
As they parked in the harbor, more men in suits with masks carrying black sticks walked onto the ships. They would spend a few minutes talking to the captain, then get off and move to the next ship. Soon enough, they reached his.
Most of the men stood back, but two approached him and identified themselves.
"Hello, I am Vinicio Díaz and this is the commander of this base, General Pascual Andrés. Sorry about the masks, but we want to be sure that we don't catch any diseases you may be carrying."
Davidson nodded. So that's what they were for. Disease used to be a big problem in the navy, but generation after generation had given them strong immunity, meaning they would usually pull through.
They continued. "Currently, you are standing on Elías Naval base on the island of Guam, a territory of the United Federation of South America. We have many questions for you and the nation from which you originate."