July 9th, 2064. Undisclosed Interrogation Office, New Canteria.

A radio crackles to life. "Interrogation is beginning." A person goes to the radio and speaks. "Noted. Send him in." The person looks back and stares at a man through a window which turns out, is one way glass. The other side is a mirror.

"You here for the interrogation, Mr. Carl?" A guard with a military uniform asks a interrogator. Carl sighs, seemingly agitated. "Of course. Open the door already." The guard goes up to a keypad and opens the door. Carl walks in and sits down at a table. Besides him sitting at the table is a person who looks like a important figure robbed straight out of Ming Dynasty china.

"Hello. My name is Carl Jones, what's your name?" The person looks up from his hands. "Yijun." Carl writes his name down and continues. "From what your friends tell me, you serve a nation called Ashait correct?" Yijun stares down with defeat as he contemplates in his head how this all happened. From Zhou ordering the expedition to the gate to him leading a one man suicide charge. He snaps out of it once Carl snaps his fingers at him.

"Oh yes. I do serve the nation of Ashait. Specifically in the royal army." Carl grabs his notepad and keeps writing. "Alright. Can you tell me about this so-called Ashait? My colleagues would like to know." Yijun breathes in and prepares to speak.

"The kingdom of Ashait is a empire that is only rivalled by another kingdom known as the Kudroenian Empire and possibly the republics of Liberios and Neufora, although im not sure because contact is limited. Ashaits population consists of humans, demi-humans and maeli with the latter two being kept to the east." Carl stops Yijun from speaking and writes his statement down. "Yijun could you provide details on Ashaits military? Also we know about the Mark II sword guns you are using." Yijun sighs as his only secret against the 'grey demons' has been revealed.

"Alright. Our military consists of around 150,000 soldiers with 50,000 in reserve. 50% are musketeers, 20% being cavalry or wyvern knights, 10% being infantry, 10% being mages, 5% being Mark II users and another 5% being everything else." Carl writes this down and Yijun notices for the 3rd time in a row. "Do you always do that?" Carl looks back up. "The New Canterian government and CIDA says otherwise about me not doing this." Yijun looks at Carl confused.

"New Canteria? CIDA?" Carl looks at Yijun surprised "The military police never told you? New Canteria is the nation you are in. CIDA is the military organization that defeated your army." "Oh. They never told me because they were speaking what i assume to be a subvariant of Kudroenian." Carl looks at the mirror. "Awh yea, they speak Russian not sub-Kudroenian. Sorry for the misunderstanding."

"Dude, was he staring at us?" an MP says from the one way window. Another MP seemingly notices as well. "Probably, but it doesn't matter now. Tell him that the interrogation is over, we got the information we need." The first MP goes on a comm system connected directly to the interrogation room.

"Interrogation is over. Carl Jones, report back to headquarters." Yijun looks around frantically, trying to find the origin of the voice on the comms. Carl sighs. "Its the comms, I have to report back to the president, or king in your terms. You are also leaving too just so you know." Carl stands up and walks to the door. The door opens and Carl leaves to god knows where.

New Canterian Salkhain Strategic Command, Yuzhno-Salkhainsk

A woman who has a ushanka and an officer uniform sits in a chair looking at reports sent by interrogation "So... What the fuck is this?" Major May Torres says to a lieutenant who submitted the reports in the first place. "These are the reports that the interrogation department have sent. Is something of issue Major?" May clicked her tounge as she was clearly pissed off.

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"Those crackheads? Now its staring to make sense. There's no issue, yes. But what's wrong is the fact that you let them do it." May was clearly ticked off by one thing, the simple fact that they let the Okhans do it. The same department that had been laid under siege a day ago, in her eyes Okhas interrogation department had gone off and became batshit insane just from the existence of a fantasy world and the increase of Canterian ultra-nationalists urging the government to use their nuclear weapons instead of using their, way more ethical, overcharged plasmite ones.

May sighs "Ill read them if they have at least, recognizable words in it. Any more news then?" The lieutenant grabs a paper sent from strategic command in Arnket. "The government asks that we get all of the Oruz class superweapons we have to be disassembled and reassembled in the new world." May recoils in disbelief.

"The Oruz class. As in the arsenal bird, the cluster nukes or the NCSS Titan.", "Yes Major. They requested all of them." May reclined on her chair to let that sink in.

The arsenal bird as in the arsenal bird from a game that was unfortunately lost in her memory but she still had a fond memory of. The cluster nukes that were adopted from an abandoned project by the US military. And the NCSS Titan, a ship that looked almost like a star destroyer from a show named Star Wars that she barely remembered the name of. All being requested by the New Canterian government for transport. It was surreal.

"Alright we can approve the transport of those. Might as well tell home to help us with the transport of Titan. Anything else?" The lieutenant flipped a page in the paper that Arnket SC sent and continued reading. "The SCP foundation is requesting that-" The lieutenant is silenced. "Sorry but shut the fuck up. THE SC- FUCKING P FOUNDATION!?" The lieutenant continues, this time without mentioning rank. "Yes, they are asking that we conduct a joint venture with them because they also have interest in the world"

May stares at a paper. "Like the one we did in the Indian Union a few years back? We were capturing some SCP named 6- uhh, 682? I dunno but he was a oversized crocodile." The lieutenant nods. "Well damm. But we have to decline. The government isn't having anyone other than the PCI go into the portal. If that's all then you are dismissed. Tell the CIDA to mobilize troops into Okha." The lieutenant leaves and May once again sits back.

July 12th, 2064. Okha Military Airfield, New Canteria.

Ivan Nile was cleaning his CG1946 fighter after the mission to to destroy the 5 great fleets Ashait owned. Currently he was clearing out the six barrels of a gatling gun to ensure it doesn't fully jam or worse, explode in the near future. Ivan grabbed a screwdriver and detached the six barrels so that the plasmite ash didn't seep into the munitions. He then grabbed a cleaning rod and went to work, cleaning out all six barrels.

Why did he have to clean the barrels? Isn't there an automatic cleaning system? Well, there was but the chances of getting a jam from a auto cleaned barrel was around 3x as much as a manually cleaned one for some reason. The chances were still low as it was a 0.0005% chance per barrel but nobody in the air force was risking it.

An air force pilot, Jack Wilson walked up to Ivan. "Still cleaning the barrel?" Ivan looked up at Jack. "Yes." "Alright but why don't you just let the gun do it instead?" Ivan dropped the six barrels that were luckily connected to each other. But that's not important. In Ivan's eyes he just heard the biggest bullshit in his life. Absolute ridiculousness to him. Unaware tomfoolery. "Never ever in my life had i heard such buhuhul-SHIT! You think i am gonna just let me have a 3x chance to get a, best case lower fire rate, worse case have to go out kamikaze style, type shit happen to me!? Hell no! Look, what do you want."

Jack was slightly surprised by this because Ivan had metaphorically 'dealt with his shit' for a long time but regained his composure. "Well Arnket just contacted us. Said you and i are going to be transferred to a ground unit. So you have to be in the same general field with the fucking pencil eaters. Pack your shit, we're going." Ivan who was going to pick up the six barrels he just dropped froze in place. "Well god fucking dammit. They gonna at least keep my rank?" Jack looks back. "I don't know but they probably are. Captain." Jack left with is belongings with Ivan following soon after.