February the 9th, 2034, 10:15 am,
Qua Toyne east coast
Voularq Ya was a captain of the Qua Toynian military and had been at the same post for 20 years. The past weeks had been worrying to say the least. There had been reports of a build up of forces in the north by the Lourians and with most of their forces fighting against the rebels in Ta Quila, they stood no chance against the more modern Lourians.
As he was contemplating this, the door to the tower opened and a messenger entered. "Sir, a message from the capital. Would you like for me to read it out for you?"
This perked his interests. There were rarely any messages from anywhere, much less the capital. "Yes messenger, what does it say?"
They cleared their throat. "Captain Ya of Dekirsel. A diplomatic envoy of ships hailing from the UFSA Is to arrive in your port soon where they will dock and you will provide any assistance necessary. They will be recognizable by the metal covering their ships and a blue flag with a red cross on it."
He scoffed "A diplomatic envoy? Why would they use such a small port as Dekirsel. And metal ships? Only a cowardly navy would sacrifice the speed of ships for the light protection metal armor would provide."
The messenger nodded. "Yes sir of course. The message also says to reach them you will need to activate a long-range communication spell. I have a communication mage coming soon. Anything else sir?"
He sat back down in his chair. "No, that will be-... Good lord what is that!?"
A huge ship began to crest the horizon. It was larger than anything he'd ever seen.
The door to the tower opened again and a communication sage entered with his bulky equipment "Captain Ya, I am the communication mage. I have received a message from them and am ready to transmit your response."
He straightened himself out. "Very well. Begin transmitting."
He focused his mind and cast a connection to the mage and their long-range spell.
"UFSA fleet, I, Captain Ya, welcome you to the Qua Toyne shores. We are ready to accept your democratic envoy and mourn your ships."
There was a few seconds pause and then a reply came out.
"This is the SAS Montevideo. We thank you for the warm welcome and the open port. We plan to anchor in your bay and fly our delegation inland to your capital. You should actually be seeing our aircraft fly over in a couple seconds."
As the ship said this, a loud roar could be heard as 7 arrowhead-shaped objects flew over. The 4 smaller arrowheads began circling the area while the 3 larger ones stopped moving forward and began landing.
He closed the connection and opened the door to the tower. "Come, we must greet the delegation on behalf of our country.
As they reached the bottom and exited the tower, he could clearly see the contraptions. They seemed to be made of metal and erupted a loud noise.
When they finally landed, the backs of each opened and another strange contraption came out. It looked similar to a normal wagon except it too was made of metal.
As he saw all of these new gadgets, he noticed most were metal. He had no idea how they had enough skilled blacksmiths to cast these shapes.
With the strange vehicles, several human-like figures walked out carrying long black sticks.
Their apparel consisted of a rigid-looking hat, a black mask, and a thick chest plate. Their clothes all hurt his eyes with confusing patterns that mixed different shades of brown and green.
As the masked men fanned out and set up a line of defense around the area, 4 more men exited with sleek black suits. Three wore black masks, but these only covered their nose and mouth. The other looked to be his old friend Captain Davidson.
Filled with joy, he walked up to Captain Davidson and hugged him."Captain Davidson, how long it has been! Last I heard you were in Vhalthin. How are you here?"
His good friend returned the hug "I was the one who first found this nation and so the government decided for me to act as a makeshift ambassador. They flew me to one of their ships on one of their many metal contraptions called an 'airplane'."
The other men walked forward as well and one greeted him in common tongue. "Hello, my name is Ambassador Rios and these 2 men are my bodyguard Grant and my governmental informant Diego. My government and I are very eager to begin diplomatic relations with your country."
Ya raised his eyebrow "If this is so, why only now reach out?"
The Ambassador chuckled. "Well, we are in a very tricky situation. Our nation was just transported to this world from our original one."
Ya only laughed. Transported? Impossible. He expected the Ambassador to laugh and play it off, but he just kept smiling.
"You're not joking?"
February the 9th, 2034, 10:20 AM
sea, CSG-3, SAS Rivera, Guided-missile cruiser
Fabbis Nass slowly opened his eyes and glanced around the room he could see a few of his comrades sitting against the wall and most lying on the floor. All of them had white, clean bandages covering their wounds. He glanced down at his shoulder and saw he too had bandages covering his body. He determined they must have been saved by a Lourian ship when they were shot down.
As he sat up, a few of his men gathered around him and he learned the horrible truth.
A few of the men had remained concise after impact with the water and had used the buoyant bodies of the wyvern to float over the water. A few minutes later several small boats appeared and pulled them from the water. They were taken to the large ship he had seen before and the men aboard tended to their wounds and fed them.
"Fabbis, these are the same people who attacked us, but they also saved us. I have no idea w-"
His fellow wyvern flyer was interrupted as a loud clang came from across the room. 4 men came in carrying black sticks and moved across the room. They helped up several of those who had just awoken. One stopped in front of him and extended his arm and said a few words in broken common tongue. "You come. Food, water."
He grabbed the man's hand and was pulled up onto his feet. They slowly helped him walk outside the room and through the tight corridors. He was pulled along until he entered another room. This one had long tables and plates of warm food and iced water. They were seated and ate in silence for a few minutes.
The silence was broken by the clang of another door. A man entered wearing a blue crisp uniform. With all eyes on him, he began speaking.
"Welcome aboard the SAS Rivera gentlemen. I am Commander Barker of the United Federation Navy. You have been classified as POWs of Louria. You will be cared for and your needs will be met as long you cooperate and answer all of our questions. As soon as we communicate with your country, negotiations will be held concerning your release. We will now begin with the questions."
A soldier began going around the table asking questions. The first 2 decided not to answer and the other soldiers took away their food and water and moves to the next soldier. The third answered a question with a lie and also had his food and water revoked.
Finally, they got to him. The interviewer sat in front of him and put down a crisp piece of paper. "Name?"
"Fabbis Nass"
"Age?"
"35"
"Positition in the Lourian army?"
He hesitated on this question. If they found out he was the commander, he would probably be executed.
The interviewer sighed. "Fabbis, answer the question. Truthfully."
He cleared his throat. "Commander of the 6th wyvern force."
The interviewer whistled. "So I assume it was you identifying as 'Pirate Captain Ben?"
"Yes"
"Alright. Next question. Would you consider yourself a fluent writer and speaker of your language?"
Fabbis gawked. "You mean you wont execute me?"
The interviewer nodded. "That is correct. We have found that not killing and treating your prisoners like garbage makes them more likely to tell us information. That and my country has made it illegal to execute prisoners of war. Shall we continue?"
He nodded.