Time: Ariel 44th, 1447, 12:30. Location: Second Continent, Narnendia, Kharbury

Doyle looks back at the others as he smiles widely. Finally, contact with other Americans. Doyle spins back around to the manacomm and excitedly speaks into the red gem, “My identification code is 34 231 081. What’s going on? I thought we were being deployed over Normandy. Where on God’s Green Earth are we?”

Static

“Private First Class Doyle you’re identification code checks out. This is current information that has just recently spread throughout the armed forces. We have arrived in a new world that is similar to fantasy. We are unsure of how we arrived here but this place is called Vaelora. Can you tell us where you are?” 

“We are currently at a place called Kharbury in Narnendia. I’m not sure exactly where that is but we’ve met up with a countess who took us to the capital and is letting us stay at their mansion and use their manacomm as they called it. It seems like it works similarly to our radios.”

“Copy that Private, I will send this further up the chain of command and you will have reinforcements as soon as possible. Stay near this radio until we reach back out to you and give you new orders.” The manacomm then shuts off and remains blank for a few hours.

Time: Ariel 44th, 1447, 16:30. Location: Second Continent, Narnendia, Kharbury

 Brrrrrrrrr. Brrrrrrrr. Brrrrrrrr.

The manacomm vibrates as Doyle rushes to turn it back on, “This is Private First Class Doyle responding.”

“Hello Private, my name is General Eisenhower and these are your new orders. You are to establish diplomatic relations that follow American ideals and secure resources such as tin, aluminum, and rubber. Use local resources to recreate your dress uniforms as best as you can before meeting with any nobles. You have free reign of what you do for these acts, just ensure that you double-check with us beforehand. Otherwise, enjoy your time until reinforcements arrive. Eisenhower out.”

Doyle turns back to face the others as his lips break into a smile, “I think we just got a vacation as long as we establish diplomatic relations.” The rest of the squad cheers and all lay back on the chairs that are in the room. Smith looks at his watch and then over to Willis, “So when should we establish relations with this new nation? I’m sure that the faster we get it done the faster that we’ll have more vacation time. Maybe even a promotion with a good enough deal.”

“Soon, perhaps in the next few days, I want to get a little rest before-” He’s cut off as the Countess enters the room in a fancy dress and approaches them, “The royal council is requesting your presence to meet all of you. They expect you in three days at 9 in the morning.” Doyle looks over at Willis grinning widely, “Well it sounds like you aren’t getting a rest, the royals want to meet us in 3 days at 09:00.”