2083 Earth, WW3, 1820 hours (6:20 P.M.) 1 Hour before the departure of the Joint special operations unit of NATO. Consisting 86 combined operators from French, Germans, English, and lastly Americans. Given orders from High Command, a mission to infiltrate behind enemy lines to disrupt communication and supply.
<2083 — 18:20 — Forward Airfield>
[The C-130's rear ramp yawns open like a sleeping maw. Red cargo lights wash over 86 figures in a line—patches from Paris, Berlin, London, and Virginia catching the glare. A wind comes in off the ridge, and every loose strap rattles like a metronome.]
Colonel Mercer (Task Force Commander):
"Clock check. It's 0312. Departure at 0412 local. One hour. Everyone clear on objective?"
Captain Stone (Operation Commander): "Yes. Disrupt comm nodes and choke the resupply corridor along Route H-7. Capture relay if possible. Deny otherwise."
Staff Sergeant Schmidt (German liaison):
"We push the enemy's awareness to fragmentation. Short window, tight exit. Chain of command holds. No national theatrics."
Lt. Hale (Second in Command):(steps forward, palms flat) "We move as one. We have six assault teams, three scout elements, exploitation cell, med node, and a small liaison detachment. Eight-six personnel total. We rehearsed the mission, stick to your roles and don't invent heroics."
Captain Stone: "Alright everyone, ready your gear, check your weapons, ammo, and your night vision. Don't forget your assigned equipment for this operation."
[The line disperses to final checks. Boots slap on wet metal, voices drop to practiced whispers. Outside, the storm gathers its breath. Inside, the 86 women and men of different flags stand ready — a compact constellation of resolve against the dark.]
Ground: "Hercules Two-Seven, taxi to RWY 20 via Alpha, hold short Alpha 3."
HERC27: "Taxi RWY 20 via Alpha, hold short Alpha 3, HERC27."
Ground: "Contact Tower 118.3."
HERC27: "118.3, HERC27."
Tower: "Hercules Two-Seven, RWY 20 cleared for takeoff, winds 200/08."
HERC27: "Cleared for takeoff RWY 20, HERC27."
(Rotate / airborne)
HERC27: "Tower, HERC27 airborne passing 1,000."
Tower: "HERC27, contact Departure 125.1."
HERC27: "125.1, HERC27."
Soldier 1: "We're up. Finally."
Soldier 2: "Yeah, I felt the gear lock. Smooth takeoff today."
Soldier 3: "Anyone else's ears popping?"
Soldier 4: "Quit whining, we just left the ground."
Soldier 1: "How long till we hit the drop zone?"
Soldier 2: "Couple hours. Try not to fall asleep on my shoulder this time."
Soldier 3: "No promises."
After an hour of flight, the plane suddenly shake violently, and woke the sleeping operators. Captain stone went to the cockpit asking, "Why the sudden turbulence? Didn't we just pass through the storm?" the pilot nodded and said, "Yes sir, we just pass through the storm half an hour ago." Suddenly, the sky around them begun flashing purple lightning. Which is impossible, and a rift like out of the fiction movies open, tearing the sky in front of them. Then Captain said "What the hell is that?" A painful, screaching noise went through everyone's ear.
After 12 seconds of feeling painful sensation through there ears, the surrounding finally went quite, except for the engine roaring. The pilot then scream from shock. "WHAT!?" "Why it suddenly become morning. It's 7 of the night when we departed." Everyone went silent in the cockpit. Then the silent cockpit Blair with warning, "Sir, Engine 2 Malfunction, and we're still hours away from the drop zone, we need to land for emergency landing." "OK."
The two decided to contact nearby ally airbase for emergency landing, but...
Hercules 2-7 (Radio):
"Hercules Two-Seven declaring an emergency… turbine two malfunction, requesting priority landing."
(static.)
Co-pilot:
"Nothing. Try again."
Hercules 2-7 (Radio):
"I repeat, Hercules Two-Seven, do you copy? We are single-engine-out, requesting immediate vectors."
(Static continues — faint crackling.)
"F*CK.. No one's answering, and where the hell are we, why it suddenly became morning.""Sir, I think we need to make an emergency landing in that large open field... Oh WAIT! This place is so plain, I barely see any trees, are we in the frontlines? But, it's to clean." "Nevermind that, let's land over there." the Hercules 2-7 make an emergency landing in one of a large open field in an unknown territory.
The team get out from the Hercules and scan the surroundings,
Captain Stone: "Everyone stay sharp."
Everyone: "Yes, Sir."
After minutes of sending emergency transmission from nearby allies, no one answer. "Captain, where do you think are we?" Hale whisper. "To be honest, I really don't know." Stone replied. "Truthfully I don't even recognize this plains, its too clean." "aren't we supposed near the Frontlines" one of the operator said. "Yeah." replied by Hale. "If it's not the Frontline, and where the hell are we?" "Did we got Isekaid?" one of the operator. "What, Are you crazy? It only happens in anime. Don't watch anime too much." Everyone laughs. "Captain there is no reception in my phone." Lieutenant Hale said. "Really?" Stone check is phone "OH, there is no reception."
"Alright everyone, while the plane is being repaired, form up 3 scouting team, 4 operater each team. Report to me when you find something."
Alpha Team: "Yes, Sir."
Bravo Team: "Copy."
Charlie Team: "Orders received, Sir."
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