February the 8th, 2034, 6:30 AM
Royal castle meeting room, Kurne, Qua Toyne:
Inside the meeting room of the royal castle, men gathered around a table and began conversation.
The man at the head of the table, king Jalai Umis, spoke first. "What are these reports from Captain Davidson? They detail that they have appeared next to an island, where there are metal ships and flying, spinning swords. They have met people identifying themselves as the UFSA? I have never heard of such a country. How are we to believe such reports?"
Another took his cigarette out of his mouth. "Sir, I know Davidson. He has served proudly under my command for 20 years. He would not give such falsely sounding reports if they weren't true. Perhaps he and his men fainted after the supposed 'bright white light' and drifted to a yet undercovered island. As for the metal ships and flying swords, Perhaps they have figured out how to attach metal shields to the outside of their ships."
Nods came from across the table. It was common practice by captains to exaggerate reports to hide any incompetence.
The cigarette-smoking man continued. "I suggest we allow Davidson to act as our diplomatic envoy to these--"
The man was interrupted as a door swung open and a messenger came running in.
"Sirs, I apologize for my interruption, but Davidson has sent a new transmission read it now. ' The UFSA wishes to establish diplomatic contact with our government and will be sending a fleet of metal ships carrying a diplomatic envoy.' End quote."
There were mutters from around the table.
"Well if they are coming here, we must prepare. If they have have such strange weapons as spinning swords and metal ships, we must gain them as an ally against the Lourians. Who knows what sort of strange weapons they may possess."
The general of the military, Adhat Qah, spoke and broke the whispers. He could not see the use of such weapons in combat. The spinning swords might be shot by wyverns and the metal ships would be slow. But if this country could waste such precious material on these useless weapons then they must be rich.
Jalai threaded his fingers together and leaned on his elbows, thinking for a moment, before sitting up and speaking. "It is decided. We will speak with these people. Whenever they arrive, have them sent here immediately and we will enter into agreements with them. We might even be able to ally with them against Louria. Messenger, when will they arrive?"
"Tomorrow morning."
February the 9th, 2034, 7:30 AM
Gallen sea, CSG-3, SAS Montevideo, light carrier,
"Position: Bearing, 2-5-0, 150 miles from land sir. Recommend a course adjustment of 10 degrees starboard in order to maintain tailwind."
"Advised book. Helmsman turn 10 degrees starboard."
Admiral James Edwin stared out of the window overlooking the flight deck. The deck was lined with F-7Cs and DU-33s that were prepping to fly the convoy inland. The VTOL aircraft were the only way to put the convoy and their security detail on the ground.
He still couldn't believe their situation right now. Whisked away to another world? Sounded like a fantasy story. But as strange as it sounded, no one could deny it between the satellite images and the dragon from a few days ago.
"Excuse me, Admiral Edwin?"
He turned around to see a man in a tux and another, shorter one, in a blue suit with a Bicorn hat. The Bicorn hat guy looked around at all of the instruments and had a confused look on his face.
He had to smile at the small man's dress. It looked like he was plucked from a napoleon movie. "Ambassador Rios! So glad to see our special cargo is doing well. May I ask who this is beside you?"
Rioz gestured to the man. "This is Captain Davidson of the Qua Toyne navy. He was the one leading the ships we saved at Guam. He wanted to look around the ship so I took him to the bridge first."
James smiled. "Well we're happy to have him aboard." He extended his hand to the man, but this Davidson just stared at it. Ambassador Rios whispered something into the man's ear before they finally grabbed his hand and began to shake it.
"H-hello, Cap-sand"
He laughed at the man's bad Spanish. "Captain, son, not Capsand. "
Davidson chuckled as well, but he got the feeling he didn't know what he was laughing at. Their smiles however were halted by the yelling of his men. "Inbound contacts, 25 unknowns. Bearing: 9-6, distance: 60 miles. By the way they're moving on radar I'd say they are wyvern"
He disengaged from his conversation with the Ambassador "Set general quarters! Do we know if these targets are friendly or hostile."
Rios and Captain Davidson whispered to for a second before the Ambassado turned to him with a worried look. "Davidson says that they believe a hostile nation called Louria has been attacking their ships with manned wyvern in the past few months. They may have spotted your ships and are preparing to attack you."
He smiled "Well if it's a fight they're looking for it's a fight they'll get. Begin launching the spare F-7s and have a Patrol go do a strafing run. If they get close, only engage with CIHWS to conserve missiles. Also, spin up the helicopters. FID probably wants to pick up any survivors for interrogation."
"Aye-aye admiral."
With a straightening of his hat, his smile turned crooked "As the states would say, let's have ourselves a turkey shoot."
Gallen sea, Lourian combat formation
Fabbis Nass, the ace of the Lourian wyvern force, cleared his mind and activated a locating spell. They were his master skill, and with a staff, he was able to use it to locate ships 2 horizons away.
The results of his search a few minutes ago were the same as usual. They showed a small fleet and even some wyverns this time. Nothing his advanced squadron couldn't handle.
It was his second scan that worried him. The number of enemy wyvern in the air had grown and the fleet began to pick up speed. He told himself thag they would still crush them but he had a gut feeling something would go terribly wrong.
"Sir, the communication sage says that the ships are attempting to communicate with us in the common tongue."
His gut tightened again. "Very well, I will initiate contact with them."
He activated his communication spell "Tiny fleet, I am guessing you have spotted us. I am pirate captain Ben and I will not hide our mission. We intend to sink your boats. May you pray to the Gods for the carying of your soul to the heavens."
The response he got was confusing. "Hey Pirate shitbags. I don't know if you have spotted us, don't care. I am Admiral Edwin leading a carrier strike group hailing from the UFSA. I will also not hide my mission. I intend to fill you and your pets with so much lead I'll be writing my report on the whole thing with your arm. May you pray to sweet Jesus for mercy because we will have none."
He switched to speak with the communication mage. "Did you understand any of that? I don't recognize the language"
He picked up another message. This one in common tongue. "This is the SAS Rivera guided missile cruiser. In simpler terms, kindly fuck off."
The last one made his blood boil. Mostly because it was the only one he could understand. "Come wyvern riders! We will crush these small-minded people of the 'U-F-S-A' "
His men's cheers could be heard over the rushing of the wind. Or maybe those were those screams. As they kept getting louder, he realized they weren't coming from his men.
With a quick scan of the sky, he saw 4 black dots. They were small, but coming extremely fast. In a few seconds, he could make out what looked like wings but they did not flap.
As he was thinking about this, the black dots started to charge fireballs. Suddenly the body of the man flying next to him was torn apart as a whizzing sound could be heard. 19 more met the same fate as him.
"They are launching small rocks at us! Break up and do not clump together!"
The wyvern split up and began charging fireballs. They had by now reached his formation and for a split second, he could see the contraption clearly. It looked similar to an arrowhead. It had a dome on the front that housed what looked like a man with a mask. That was all he made out though before all 4 sped past him and began turning. They seemed to be slow when turning and so he charged his fireball.
He targeted one of the arrowheads and fired. The fireball hit the contraption, split it up into many pieces, and 3 seconds later a second explosion rocked the sky. After the explosion, the only thing that could be seen was a large white cloth that was floating in the air with that same man hanging below it.
One of his men seemed to have a thirst for blood, and he began to fly at the man who had somehow survived death.
SAS Montevideo's 2nd airwing:
"Red-4, break! Break!"
He didn't know what had happened. One moment he had been shooting the dragons, the next his plane was rocked by an explosion. He had ejected just milliseconds before his fuel tank caught and exploded.
He breathed a sigh of relief, but his eyes widened when one of the wyverns shot forward after him.
The dragon rider however was shot to pieces and he and his pet tumbled to the ocean.
"Red-leader to red squadron! They have shot down one of our boys. Give them hell to pay."
At that moment, his three comrades had finally lined up for another attack run. With this, they shot another 6 to pieces.
"SAS Rivera to red squadron. Pull out of the vicinity. We will be firing CIHWS at the remaining flyers. Red-3, we are launching a recovery team for you as we speak."
"Red-leader to Rivera. We are clearing out. Leave not one still flying."
Fabbis Nass:
He sighed a breath of relief as the other 3 arrowheads began to leave. His relief didn't last long, however, when he heard both the screams of the wyvern and his men. 2 of the wyvern tumbled out of the sky, and 4 of his men were on fire. Someone must be launching fire spells on his men. As looked around, he saw a singular ship coming over the horizon. It was huge, bigger than anything in the lourians navy, and seemed like it was covered in metal.
"Men! Attack that ship! It is casting fire upon us!"
His order fell on deaf though ears as wyvern and man screamed in pain.
His wyvern quickly followed the others and it began to scream. As he was about to console his beast, a searing pain hit his shoulder and he too screamed in pain. The rest of him was cool, cold even, but that one spot hurt like he had been sitting in the sun for hours and then somebody stomped on him and then lit him on fire.
In a few seconds, all the screams had stopped, and almost all the riders were dead, being killed as they tumbled into the water below.
SAS Rivera guided missle cruiser:
"Sir, isn't it a war crime to use a laser directly on humans?"
"It's fine. The Geneva conventions and the UN don't exist in this world."