August 7th, 2066. Boston, New England.
A man sat down on a chair in a balcony that gave a good view of the city. Right next to him on the table is a glass of wine and the bottle that accompanied it as well as a M9 pistol for personal protection against home invaders. The man had a noble glow to him as his family generation had worked their asses off, including the man, and it paid off. Now he could live without needing to work a day in his life. But, he needed to, after all he was a person who wouldn't be the one to destroy their family's dreams.
"Adam Wright, correct?" A man in a military uniform, presumably a recruiter, asks. "Yes. If you plan to re-enlist me into the military then you could tell the brass to screw off. I'm not planning to die in a war now after my 8 year service, especially one that involves the entire world." The military recruiter sighs as he can just get to the point. "Well Adam. I hate to say this to you but we are afraid we cant let you off, especially since you were the best preforming volunteer to the Texan-Midwestern war. We couldn't let a fine soldier like you to die as a civilian." Adam chuckles at the statement.
"I hate to let you go on about your authoritarian tirade but you kinda sound like a general visiting a war veterans home to get them reinstated into the military like in those movies. You probably don't get what I mean, but go to any movie theater presenting 20th century movies and half the time, you have an example right there." Adam stands up and puts his M9 pistol in a holster in his belt. "Me personally however, I wont be going anywhere. So leave, and send a message to them; I'm not gonna fucking join the military and die for some debate whether Africa should be lead by a bunch of jungle nerds or a group of sandy skinheads."
Adam sat down on his chair. "I'm not going to join because some bitch-boy who miraculously had the same rank as me for doing FUCKING NOTHING, wanted me to. And I am especially not going to be the one of the ones to rip this continent to fucking shreds by war, I've seen shit in Huston when the Midwestern Union and their allies started to gang up on Texas like it was 'the hood' and shelled the country to tears, metaphorically and literally. I could go on a tangent about why I am not going to join but I assume you aren't a fan of TED-talks. Understood-"
Adam took a look at the recruiters rank to add emphasis on his argument. "-First Sergeant?" The recruiter took a second before responding with a emphasis of his own. "Yes First Lieutenant Adam." The recruiter left the balcony and left Adam alone. Once Adam saw the recruiter completely exit his property on home security, that's when he started talking. "Fuckers really want me to join the army huh? Jesus Christ. I've had enough of war and I am not going back into it, for the record!" Adam slumped down on his chair.
"But seriously. I'm not going to join the army ever again, the only way I would join back in is if, say. The entire country gets sent to Narnia or something, but hey. That'll never happen right?" Adam laughs to himself and drinks the wine glass he had on hand. Suddenly he feels a vibration in the air, a very small one but noticeable. He is left confused for 5 seconds and gets up from his seat but unfortunately, it happens.
A light brighter than a atomic bomb but cant physically blind anyone appears in the New England sky and metaphorically blinds everyone in Boston. "JESUS FUCKING CHRIST!" Adam tried to get a grip on the balcony railing but was soon pushed back from a shockwave that blasted him to the other side of the entire balcony and broke his glass, luckily the rail guard caught him. From there he saw the chaos unfolding in Boston, seeing glass buildings break and some collapsing on themselves entirely. He was lucky he was outside Boston though, very.
ANS Juneau, 5th PCI Naval Group, New Canterian-Alaskan Sea Border.
The ANS (Alaskan Navy Ship) Juneau was patrolling the Bering Sea with several other ships all belonging to allied nations in the Pacific-Canterian International, or PCI. "A beautiful day isn't it, Captain Jackson?" The quartermaster said while taking a sip of her coffee. A man by the name of Jackson E. Grant stared back at the quartermaster. "I guess it is, for us anyways. But across the sea there is a full scale conflict happening. Dead bodies piling up, blood and organs everywhere, soldiers knowing that their last day on this planet might be approaching, the whole 9 miles. Or 14km's for you."
The quartermaster sighed as she took another sip of her coffee. "I know that it is horrible back in America but learn to enjoy our days of peace a bit! I mean, it probably wont last long but we should still enjoy it instead of reminiscing about our deaths." The quartermaster saddened with every word she mentioned in her speech. Jackson took notice of this halfway and looked back to where he was facing.
"You have family in a non-PCI country right?" The quartermaster put down her cup of coffee after staring down at it. "Yes, my brother lives in the French Rhineland and my sister lives in Polish Germany. They both hate each other because a family dispute in Italy a few years ago, which I don't know why it started it but this led to my two cousins going their own separate paths. My parents wanted me to pick a side to be on as I was the oldest child, but as you can see. I went down my own path as well. My parents are in Sicily, my sister is in Poland, my brother is in France and I'm in the Bering Strait, talking to you right now. Residence? Indonesia."
Jackson tensed up after she finished. "Oh. I'm sorry.", "Don't be. Nobody does in Jakarta." The quartermaster sat up on her chair and started to work on navigation again, but suddenly she feels a vibration in the air around her. A sort of pre-shockwave. "You felt that?" The quartermaster asks. "No? What are you referring to-" Suddenly a bright light appears and blinds the everyone in the bridge, it then sends a large shockwave towards the ship that might have brought it back a few inches. The shockwave breaks the bridge glass and the bridge crew get flung to the back of the ship. Jackson stays conscious but the quartermaster hits a fire hydrant and is knocked out completely.
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"What the fuck just happened? I need someone to get a damage report now!" Jackson yells out as he was trying to get the controls of the bridge to work, only for it to fail as the shockwave also disrupted every activated electronic in North America... well what is going to be left of it anyway. Jackson felt an surge of pain on the back of his head and felt a watery substance leaking from it, well according to his nerves. He put a hand on the back of his head and retracted it to find... blood. A sailor broke into the bridge to report to Jackson. "SIR! ALL OF OUR ELECTRIC DEVICES HAVE BEEN SHUT DOWN!"
Jackson turned around quickly but the sailor already saw the rash on the back of his head and tried to help him but Jackson looked at the sailor. "I'll be fine. What about our generators then?" The sailor quickly took a breather as he used most of his energy even breaking in. "We are only running on emergency ones. The person who did this certainly wanted to send us into the stone age by the looks of it." Jackson looked down. "Shit!" He then looked back up. "Try to get general power back on. Unless the shockwave could destroy contained nuclear fuel then the generator should be able to be reran."
Jackson grabs his hat off the floor. "After that then get any communications running. I mean any. Telephone, Radio, Telegram, I don't give a fuck! Just get it running if it can." The sailor nods and leaves the bridge as Jackson tries to find any system that wasn't shut off in the initial shockwave. He looks left to try to find if any screens have lit up already but in the corner of his eye he notices something, and looking back again he sees that every ship that belonged to other members of the PCI, were gone. "Oh what the fuck."
Jackson goes to the radio to see if it is on and sees a green light turned on, the radio was turned back on faster than expected. Without any time to waste Jackson quickly turned the knobs to the correct frequency and put on his headset. "This is ANS Juneau, Does anybody copy?" Jackson slowly became panicked as nobody responded. "This is ANS Juneau, I repeat, Does anybody copy!", "NCSS Greenland! RFS Novgorod and Sakha! HMAS New Zealand and New Guinea! ROCS Taipei! KRI Singapore! BRP Manila! RVNS Laos! Do any you all copy!" As always nobody and nothing responded.
"FUCK!" Jackson slammed his hand on a nearby counter, scaring the nearby people who were still trying to re-establish communications with their home country or New Canteria. However, When the light flashed and the blast hit, it had separated all of Alaska's neighbors from Alaska itself. "Sir you might want to hear this." A navigator said while handing a headset to Jackson. He put on the headset and listened in.
"Oh, 'Don't disappoint, The Ravernal Empire is waiting.' The fuck is this? Some sick joke?" Jackson said while giving the headset back to the navigator. "This was the last broadcast we heard before we were hit by the shockwave. It was probably sent as a prank and coincidentally lined up with the shockwave." Jackson sighed as he was already exhausted before the shockwave and especially so now, since he was feeling lightheaded from blood loss. "Alright well... try to contact the Alaskan government, I'm going to the infirmary." The navigator nods and Jackson is escorted out by another sailor.
Organization of Nations Headquarters, Switzerland.
"As you can see, the following countries have disappeared. Alaska, the Californian Empire, the Midwestern Union, Texas, the Great Lakes Federation, Missouri, Kentucky, Arkansas, Georgia, Carolina, New Orleans, Florida, New England and last but not least, the United States of America. These nations made up the former United States before the second American civil war in 2024 as well as the Chinese and New Canterian civil wars." The British representative says.
"Well the borders do line up, but what do they have to do with this situation currently?" A security council member who represents North Africa, asks. "Well the person or thing that transferred that section of North America might have interpreted the separate countries of the former United States as one." This statement peaked the interest of the security council, especially the representatives of the three superpowers of earth, New Canteria, North Africa and South Africa.
"Would the North Africans or South Africans happen to know anything about this? This type of weapon is banned in our laws of war." The New Canterian representative asks as he is suspecting that the two superpowers are actually trying every unconventional tactic in the book to get the other to give up. "No. Our military department is not able of creating a weapon as highly technologically advanced as this, or its effects." The South African representative says while looking at the North African representative who just emptied half of his water in one go, a suspicious sign.
The New Canterian representative looked at the North African. "Well, would the North African representative happen to know anything?" The North African representative sweats before he responds and the security council slowly grows suspicion to the North African. "Unfortunately we do not. We are still trying to find the nation responsible for this egregious action." The New Canterian representative now has a lingering suspicion but decides to confront the North African government on backchannels.
"I see... well the nation who is responsible for the disappearance of the countries that belonged to the former United States will have large consequences inflicted upon them." The New Canterian representative says. "What is the detail of these consequences?" The North African representative asks, in which the New Canterian pauses. "The consequences will be that the nation will be kicked out of the Organization of Nations and will be declared war upon as a enemy of the human race in itself."
The entire council expresses shock at the statement from the New Canterian representative as one of the main members of the entire organization was willing to defy the entire reason why the ON was created, Peace. Just then the South African and Russian representatives stood up. "We will support the decision of the New Canterians and will join the war against the found nation responsible for this mass destruction and genocide." The entire council erupts into discussion as two of the three superpowers of the entire planet have declared that they will throw peace completely off the table. But then again, they have been for the past century.
The North African representative who was reading the room decided to stand up. "I call for a vote amongst ourselves to determine if we should declare war on the country responsible." The North African looks to the New Canterian and South African representatives and they nod in approval of the vote. The vote begins and ends and has; 51 yes votes, 3 no votes and 1 abstain vote in a landslide. "Very well, I guess we will support your decision." The North African representative sighs as he had let go of his stress, unaware that the New Canterians were going to have a tab on him.
But back in America the major superpowers of the entire continent were still trying to restore communications with each other. And now with a entirely new world to explore, how will they face the perils of recovery from conflict, culture shock and the fact that their organizations are essentially no more? Perhaps the nations back on earth might not know, but in the Great Orient, things were about to get hectic as they were summoning a fallen America. roll credits.