April 29th, 2023 – White House, Washington D.C, United States of America

President Joe Biden looks out of a window, sighing in exhaustion as he's currently busy with paperwork related to the Russo-Ukrainian War. Suddenly, a call from one of his phones broke the silence of the Oval Office. He briskly steps over and answers the call, the receiver pressed against his ear.

"This is Biden, go ahead."

"Mister President, it's me, Lloyd Austin, sir. The DOD classified documents... they're being leaked across the globe."

"How's that possible? Do you know who did that?"

"According to the NSA, it's was a teenager, we're sending the National Guard to arrest him"

"Do your job and deal with the kid, or it will affect our reputation, Mr Lloyd!"

"Yes, Mr. President, we'll do what we can to limit the leaked information."

The call promptly ended and there's not much happiness on Sleepy Joe's face. He moves back to his chair to continue his work until the gods gift him with the world's best alarm clock. The outside sky suddenly gets filled with a bright, blinding light, shocking the president who desperately covers his eyes with an arm to prevent his eyes from getting burnt.

Immediately, several Secret Service agents flooded into the room and hastily evacuated him. This chain of events caught him way out of his norm, as he hadn't figured out what happened yet.

"Was that a nuclear attack? How did it get past our defenses?"

The Secret Service rushed the president alongside several other powerful figures of the US government into the Presidential Emergency Operations Center, the bunker underneath the White House. The American political members were worried as to what was happening in the outside world before connection was re-established from the Pentagon.

"Mr. President, this is General Mark Miley. The light wasn't a nuclear attack, as there doesn't seem to be any infrastructure damage nor a mushroom cloud, sir."

"What do we know about that mysterious flash, General?"

"Sir, as far as I know, the whole country has already witnessed the event. The military has been currently placed on DEFCON 2, the first since the Cuban Missile Crisis."

"Oh... that's not good. Well, we'll have an announcement tomorrow. Let the folks know what's going on"

John F. Kennedy Space Center, Merritt Island, Florida

Inside the NASA office, everything was running smoothly as if nothing happened due to the indoor working facility making the staff unaware of the bright light. Despite that, tension among the staff spread like wildfire.

"Uh, boss?" A young man called out, sprinting across the floor with a tablet in hand. "Boss! We've lost contact with all satellites!"

Administrator Bill Nelson turned from the console, eyebrows raised. "What are you talking about, Rick?"

"The uplink is gone! All of it — Hubble, ISS, NOAA birds — just gone!"

"That's impossible," Bill muttered. "The uplinks are triple-redundant. These systems are protected against solar storms, ground interference—everything. We've invested billions—"

"I know that!" Rick interrupted, eyes wide. "But it's happening!"

Suddenly, all SatComs returned back to normal, but there was something unusual on display. Two moons were on display with the uplink from the Hubble space telescope, shocking everyone in the room.

The NASA administrator blinks a few times and clears his eyes to make sure he wasn't crazy, "Sweet sunny Jesus..."

A NASA researcher stands up and voices his opinion, "If I have to guess, it seems like we've been teleported to another dimension..."

"A mass transference event? Contact the ISS and tell them to prepare a camera, if there are moons, there has to be a planet."

"On it, sir"

The silence of the room starts to fill with murmurs and discussions as the scientists try their best to make sense of this situation.

"Did we get transferred into the Special Region or some-?

The uplink from the ISS cuts off his speech, one of its many cameras already trained on the planet at Nelson's request. The screen fills with a single image, showing Earth's countries having seemingly been supernaturally rearranged, alongside entirely new continents squeezed into a massive ring of ice.

His neighbouring colleague answers his question, "No..., we've been transported into a New World."

2126 Hours – April 30th, 2023 – Zhongnanhai, Capital Beijing, People's Republic of China

Inside a conference room in Beijing's leadership compound were members of the State Council alongside President Xi Jinping. Each attendee kept quiet as they watched the live broadcast of President Biden's speech on the transference.

"...So stay calm, stay with your families. We'll figure this out — together. May God bless you all, and may God protect our troops."

A member turns off the live broadcast and leaves the smart TV on its default screen as the American president's words sink in, alongside an image taken from the ISS, confirming that their satellites weren't malfunctioning. Vice President Han Zheng was the first to stand up, clearing his throat before voicing his thoughts.

"Comrades, I have just received an updated assessment from the China National Space Administration and the General Staff Department of the PLA," he began. "Preliminary analysis confirms that the light was not nuclear in origin. Our satellites have also undergone similar glitches and malfunctions like the American ones."

"Furthermore, the CNSA's Chief of Staff had sent a picture of a newly-found continent on the southwest. was sent our government office the picture of suspicious thing outside mainland"

The Vice President orders his staff to open the picture via the smart TV, displaying a satellite image of this new world. He pulls out a laser pointer and aims it at what will eventually be known as the Rodenius Continent.

"According to our military satellites, several towns and cities which bear a striking resemblance to old European architecture were found on this southwestern continent. We presume that the inhabitants of this continent are locals to this new world. Furthermore, the strength of these local countries seem to vary, as if each country is segregated by culture and technology. The Central continent seems to have the highest technological strength, followed by the Western and the Eastern continents."

He moves the laser pointer upward from Rodenius to a massive clump of countries located between West China and the Middle East, shocking every other member in the conference as they wonder how the supernatural cause for their transfer managed to cleanly separate Asia and Europe, with Russia even split in half. Han Zheng, seemingly unfazed by this, moves the laser to hover over the southernmost country.

"Based on our assumptions, this country is the 'superpower' of this region."

Han Zheng's staff changes the TV from a map of the globe to satellite imagery of a naval base assumed to be under the control of the country.

"They have a massive fleet of around 900 wooden sail ships, including some which bear resemblance to an aircraft carrier. Due to the design of these ships, we believe that their technology is comparable to Napoleonic-era France, only at a massive scale."

The TV changes to show an image of the former Atlantic ocean, with two distinct continents filling the space between the Americas and the rest of Earth's continents. The laser pointer moves to the Central Continent.

"As stated earlier, this is the most technologically-advanced continent. The countries here have cities comparable to a 20th century superpower, with a sizable military to protect them. The most notable asset of their navy is this."

The view switches to a picture of a Holy Mirishial naval base, an Orichalum-class magic battleship being highlighted with a red circle.

"After estimations, we presume this warship to be 400-500 meters long. Analysis by our military experts believe this ship has a similar role to Russia's Kirov-class battlecruiser due to its hatches being theorised to be VLS cells containing missiles with large warheads."

Han Zheng's staff display an image of the southern continent below the Central Continent, the Judstain Kain Republic. He explains that this nation is similar to a post-war United States and that it's likely that it was also transferred to this planet due to how their WWII-era naval ships look different compared to the sci-fi ones of the Central Continent.

The presentation follows up to the far West, with attention being given to a continent off Western America, the Mu Continent. Just like the previous nation, the main powers belonging to this continent also have a similar military to that of a WWII-era country. With that, his focus moves to the far Western continent also presumed to be transferred from their own planet.

"Gentlemen, I apologise if my presentation is taking longer than anticipated. However, we've found something alarming on this continent."

The images that follow portray former cities turned into rubble and flames spreading everywhere, as if a massive invasion has or is taking place as they speak. The invaders in question were advancing from the southwest.

"We are uncertain as to whether or not this invasion has begun before or after their transfer to this planet, but they are making significant progress using their Blitzkrieg tactics. We estimate them to completely control this continent within three weeks due to their naval strength, to which we estimate to be over a thousand and a half vessels after the Minister of National Defence ordered several satellites to keep a permanent watch on this country as a precautionary measure."

The images of Nazi German-esc tanks advancing into the ruins of a town change to one portraying a massive naval fleet advancing north. Several destroyers and cruisers guard four battleships which in turn form a defensive perimeter around an aircraft carrier.

Han Zheng's laser pointer makes circles around the three battleships on each side and behind the carrier, the ones to the carrier's port and stern were in the middle of firing naval shells onto land targets.

"Our naval historians believe that this class of battleship is similar or even identical to the Bismarck-class used by Nazi Germany. The only difference we can confirm is that they have two Balkenkreuz painted on the bow and stern instead of the Nazi swastika like on the Bismarck."

The other members of the State Council began murmuring to one another, the fact that this presumably-transferred country has an uncanny resemblance to Nazi Germany but on steroids meant that conflict with Earth was inevitable if they decide to sail east.

He moves his attention to the super battleship leading the fleet, its massive guns captured midfire. While having the Balkenkreuz emblem on it, it was much wider and bulkier than the Bismarck-esc battleships from earlier. Two floatplane launchers were located on its stern while an absurd amount of anti-air guns surrounded its superstructure.

The State Council fell silent once they realised the exact class of battleship they were looking at. A battleship used by their imperialist occupiers to enforce their brutal naval supremacy almost 80 years prior.

Vice President Han Zheng slowly lowers himself back into his seat. The weight of the revelation seemed to press down on everyone's shoulders like concrete. His staff turned the TV off as the council pondered on their next move.

President Xi Jinping sighs and looks on at the image of the Yamato-clone — GVS Grade Atlastar, the flagship of its namesake class in the Gra Valkas Imperial Navy.

"A fascist and imperialist state massacring others in their goal of complete dominance..."

"It's just like what the Japanese did all those decades ago, sir"

"Foreign Affairs Minister, how are our neighboring countries?"

Minister Qing Gang stands up to answer the president, "We are still able to communicate with a few countries normally through diplomatic channels. However, the transfer caused us to lose contact with some other countries."

Xi gives a satisfied nod to the minister, ordering that they hold an online conference with their neighbouring Earth countries to share information and general status of those new countries.

"As China is no longer on Earth, we will have no choice but to rebuild our economical strategies from the ground. This transfer shall serve as proof to the world that China will overcome any adversity thrown at her in order to march towards the future of the Chinese dream. Together, we shall create a prosperous, rich and powerful People's Republic in this new world!"

The whole meeting room erupted into applause at their leader's speech. After the meeting ended, the general leader of the CCP stayed in the room until all other attendees had left, leaving only him and Vice President Han Zheng in the room.

Han Zheng frowned in thought, the image of the mighty battleship unleashing its fury still in his head, "Chairman Xi, what should we do about that imperialist state? Their air force is presumed to consist of several thousand aircraft. That combined with their navy could be large enough to overwhelm and exhaust American ammunition stocks if they get lucky with absorbing missile strikes."

Xi Jinping turned to look at his Vice President with a calm expression, "I will try my best to contact the United States and inform our findings of their hostility with some preliminary measures to make sure the imperialists won't be able to breach into the Atlantic ocean."

Han Zheng nods until suddenly realizes, "Chairman Xi, what happens if the Americans aren't able to wipe them out?"

Xi immediately replied, "I shall send the UN Representative to hopefully convince the world to send a joint military force to assist in annihilating those Japanese copies. History repeats itself, and it will be our duty to make sure that another massacre like Nanking will never happen again. Only Earth has the strength and will to ensure that war criminals receive the appropriate punishment for what they have done to innocent civilians."

Han Zheng nodded, "Thank you Chairman Xi, I wish you a good night". He walks out of the room, leaving the President of the People's Republic of China alone in the meeting room to contemplate with himself.

Southern Russia

After the transfer to the New World on the previous day, President Vladmir Putin had ordered the country to be put under a state of national emergency. Air patrols over Russian airspace had been drastically increased to prevent any attackers catching them off-guard. At a Russian airbase, two pilots — Sergey, callsign Rook-1, and his wingman Lyonechka, Rook-2 — were engaged in an average Russian conversation.

"Ey, Sergey, how much vodka did you down yesterday? You looked completely wasted, you damn drunk."

"Just five shots — not that much. Why you asking, Lyonechka? Did you lose your goldfish or something?"

"Tch. If I were gay, your ass wouldn't be safe, dumbass. Still can't believe you haven't kicked the bucket yet, smartass."

"That's 'cause God's on my side."

"You two loudmouth idiots, shut up!"

Their chatter was cut by Astra Peskov, their CO. Their instinct tells them something's going to happen.

"Rook-1, Rook-2. report! We have a UFO approaching our airspace from the South East. I'll need you to approach and identify the object, shoot it down if necessary."

Both pilots acknowledge the order and rush to their Su-27s, the ground crew load the autocannons and slide missiles onto their rails.

From Astra's side, their ATC and the whole crew of the Southern Sector keep their eyes on the object, one operator reports his finding.

"Commander, the object's flying at 400 knots. It might be an unidentified civilian aircraft, but it doesn't seem to have a radar. It also seems to be flying inside a storm."

"Whatever that thing may be, we'll have to wait for further information from the pilots before we react."

10 minutes later

The two Sukhoi pilots fly below the storm clouds as they close in on the mysterious object. They only get more confused once they realise that the object is indeed flying in the heart of the storm, but through the dark grey clouds was a lone black object leaking a purple mist.

"Astra, this is Rook-2, we're approaching the unknown object, breaking."

Astra nodded, and replied back to the pilots.

"Good work boys, make this quick and don't risk lightning strikes, don't endanger yourselves while engaging it, over."

"Affirmative, getting to work". The pilots turn their flightsticks, maneuvering their Flankers to approach the bogey from behind. Identifying the target was difficult due to the stormy weather.

"Rook-1, object in sight?"

The clouds offer a small window to see a small glimpse as to what their UFO was.

"Rook-2, object is in sight. Approaching on its 4 o'clock"

"Roger that, ready."

The pair fly up into the clouds to get into the same altitude as the object. The clouds cleared as the pilots managed to get a proper view of it, but they were surprised as to what they were seeing.

"Rook-1... are you seeing what I'm seeing?"

"Is that... a dragon?"

Sergey pulls up to the dragon's 4 o' clock, keeping enough distance between his jet and the Thunder Dragon's wings while also preventing the dragon from noticing it in its field of view. He looks on at the beast, noticing the purple mist being emitted from its body. He pulls up his visor and wipes his eyes, as if making sure he and his wingman weren't hallucinating it, only to be met by the Thunder Dragon's shiny black scales.

The Communication Officer reestablishes his contact, worried at a lack of an answer from the pilots, especially with how they were acting in front of the two cockpit cameras pointed at them, as if they're seeing something that shouldn't be in this world.

"Rook-1, Rook-2, what happened? Has the target been properly identified?"

"This is Rook-1, it's not a plane, it's a dragon."

Astra opens her eyes in surprise, "Rook-1, could you repeat that?"

"It's a goddamn dragon, Commander!"

"A dragon? Are you both still NOT out of it yet?"

Lyonechka sighed "We are not kidding, it's a living breathing dragon!"

The answer gives Commander Loeg a serious headache. Their training was not designed to deal with mythological creatures violating their airspace.

"How big is it?"

"It's massive, around 50 meters long from head to tail."

Astra was surprised at a sighting a dragon, still, a question lingers in her head

"What the hell does that thing want?"

Lyonechka chimed in "Astra, this is Rook-2, should we engage?"

After an internal debate, Astra decides to take down the dragon before it could become a threat to the civilian population, especially the rural villages. Also, it could be a great chance for him and his pilots to earn some trophies.

"Rook-2, permission granted."

Sergey moves his jet to the side, giving Lyonechka enough room to safely shoot down the dragon as he positions himself behind it, zeroing his Flanker's autocannon at the dragon's body. Just before he was able to pull the trigger, the Thunder Dragon seemingly notices what's about to happen and claps its wings together, sending it into the air above the pilots.

"Damn it, it's running away!"

The massive reptile sets its sights on one of the Flankers as it prepares to launch something from its mouth.

"Rook-1, that monster's right above you! It's about to fire some sort of lightning breath attack, evasive maneuvers!"

Sergey looks behind to see the Thunder Dragon's jaws wide open with lightning accumulating in its mouth. He snaps his neck around to turn his jet away and ignites his afterburners to get away from the beast.

The sudden speed and agility of the Flanker surprises the dragon, but nonetheless it fires its lightning breath. A large bolt of superheated electricity bursts forward from the dragon's mouth at lightning speed as it creeps its way to Sergey' jet, before making contact with his wing, scorching the grey paint and damaging flight panels.

Lyonechka notices a bright flash of light when the dragon fires its breath attack before he could see the lightning make contact with his flight lead. "Rook-1, your left wing's been hit!"

The two jets break away to put some space between them. Sergey notices the black scorch mark and some chunks of metal gone from his jet's wing from the impact with one of the lightning breath's branches, seemingly not as powerful as actual lightning.

"Astra, this is Rook-2, Rook-1 is hit! That damn thing has a lightning breath!"

Astra wipes her sweat with a handkerchief after watching the camera footage and receiving the damage update from Sergey. Just what kind of fantasy world have they gotten themselves into?

"Rook-1, what's your status?"

"Astra, this is Rook-1, received some damage on my left wing, I'm not sure how I survived that thing's lightning strike."

"Rook-1, Rook-2, use all means necessary to take that thing down! Do NOT let it reach a populated area at all costs!"

"Rook-1, I have an idea how we can kill that damn thing, just trust me" Lyonechka relays his plan to Sergey over the radio.

"If that doesn't work, you'll owe me 5 bottles of vodka."

"Deal."

The Thunder Dragon flaps in place as it blindly fires its breath attack, paranoid of the lack of any action from the jets. Dozens of lightning forks branch out from the main bolt as it impacts clouds and brightens the surrounding area, a huge mistake from it.

"Rook-2, firing an R-73 at the beast!"

Lyonechka presses the button on his flightstick, his heat-seeking missile igniting as it streaks off from its rail and screams towards the dragon. The Thunder Dragon's breath attack and warm-blooded body betrays it as it guides the missile towards it.

The Thunder Dragon notices the afterburner of the missile too late. The R-73's 105 kg warhead slammed into the area between its back and left wing as blood, flesh and skin got thrown everywhere as purple mana mist leaks from the open wound.

Lyonechka watches the bright flash of the missile impacting the dragon as he aims his jet's nose, the Flanker's GSh-30-1 aiming at the dragon's side. He pulls the trigger, dozens of 30mm armour-piercing and high-explosive rounds bursting from the autocannon's barrel as they impact the dragon, tearing holes into its wings, impacting the wound previously left by the missile and digging new holes into the dragon's scales.

The dragon roars in pain as it receives a taste of its own medicine. Its mind changes on defending itself from two seemingly unnatural wyverns to being clouded with one thought. Revenge.

Sergey screams past and circles the Thunder Dragon, intentionally going slower to bait the dragon into chasing him and sure enough, the dragon begins to chase his Flanker despite its injured wing.

"Rook-2, I have the dragon on my tail, this better work!" Sergey turns his flightstick and dives to the ground, the Thunder Dragon and Lyonechka in hot pursuit, the former ignoring the latter in its blind rage to bring Sergey down with it while Lyonechka relays information to his flight lead.

"Keep going, Rook-1, we're good. Just a little bit longer!"

Lyonechka watches as the Thunder Dragon opens its mouth. "Hold, Sergey." The massive beast accumulates electric charges from the surrounding storm clouds, a bright orb of pure electricity ready to completely fry and destroy the Flanker. "NOW!".

Sergey slams on the thrust vectoring button and yanks his flightstick back, his Su-27's airframe screaming from the sudden stress as his voice warning system yells at him. "Over-G! Over-G!".

The Thunder Dragon's lightning bolt barely misses the Flanker's tail as it punches through the clouds and impacts the ground, setting fire to some trees. Lyonechka continues to tail and watch the dragon dive, hoping that his plan would work.

The mythological beast and the iron dragon burst from the dark storm clouds above the Russian forest. The Thunder Dragon's eyes widen in shock and fear as it watches the terrain and the flames from its previous strike getting closer and closer. Lyonechka cuts his engines and extends his airbrake to bleed speed as he begins to circle the area around the dragon's assumed crash land site.

The dragon spreads its wings, desperate to reduce its speed, but the air resistance and stress only widens the holes left by Lyonechka's autocannon, ripping and tearing the dragon's only chance at surviving its imminent doom. Eventually, the dragon's already injured left wing gives way, the loud crack of bone snapping ripping through the air as it detaches from the main body, sending the beast in a crippled dive.

The beast roars as it smashes into the ground, the uncontrollable speed causing the dragon's vision to immediately cut to black as its neck snaps and breaks, leaving the once-mighty predator to burn in a bed of its own flames.

"This is Rook-2, the dragon has been taken care of!"

The ATC tower erupts into cheers as they receive the good news. Astra gets back on her microphone, "Congratulations boys, return to the base. We'll contact the army to send a group to bring whatever's left of that thing back and eventually do some biopsies on it. All we have left is to paint a killmark on your jet!"

The ATC operator nods in agreement "Rook-1, Rook-2, the runway is clear, landing authorised"

Sergey pulls up next to Lyonechka's jet. "Holy crap man, I need to owe you a drink when we get home. How did you even know your plan would work?"

"Well, it was from a movie I watched when I was eleven or so."

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A revamp, more will coming soon

Writer: JRptrElec
Editor: JRptrElec

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