Author's Note
More chapters with More words almost here, I’m new to so ehh...
The Prerequisite
There were no mood swings of the young European, and how could there be, to the average Euro, the situation was pitiful, a Europe United, even if temporarily, based on Survival over all else. The control of the central government had been expanded tenfold, due to actions of men like Fass. Though against the wishes of the masses of staving civilians, blast crater residents and hardline communists, not one piece of intelligence in Bundeswehr Arsenal, and until the job of the German Intelligence was unclassified under the highest directive, the people would have to starve longer.
All those ones who resisted and rallied for change were silenced, called radicals by common sense and the virtue they displayed was subsumed by the nuclear winter, and then ice age about to hit. The situation these men faced was dire, everyday people who used to live in skyscrapers reside in holes and dugout tents, they were declared safe outside only when they equipped a hazmat suit. But as all know, the Defense Forces used most for other purposes. One of those happened to be re-establishing contact with the defecting American Atlantic fleet, 4 Fleet carriers with 3 amphibious assault ships and escorts of new Arleigh Burke’s, fully loaded and with fuel conserved, joined the fledgling fleet.
The Air Force was in much better position, hundreds of planes, recently supplied when lines were reopened to Romania and merchant ships were constructed unto the Mediterranean, a small fraction of their crews even used defunct gas masks, unclean water, and any other unsanitary mess at the beginning of merchant trades reopening. Plenty of these men ended up dead, chests “bursting” as they called it from radiation. But the real horror was how the multitude of sicknesses kept those sick men alive, took lung pieces into the esophagus and forced their brothers to help them gag, choke, spit and pull from the body their infected organs, while the survivors of the nuclear winter’s bodies would not grant them death there. Even contaminated by the likes of cobalt waste from Soviet next generation bombs, and living wide awake as their stomachs were digested by the intestines, and lungs punctured by overgrown bones. All these and plenty more hellishly gory acts left more debilitated for life, merchant or average civilian.
The army was supplied by the factories of the underground cities, recently deconstructed in preparation for the classified object only a few could conceive. The men who organised this all were part of the Bundeswehr, German, but now official European intelligence, alongside the government officials gave them the tools, they knew what was classified, what it meant, what hope the classified objects could bring the people.
Fass had settled on a conclusion that was recently confirmed. That all that was needed is more time, more time to get it working hard enough to bring anything meaningful with the species. But today was not “The Day” as some higher ups referred to it, that humanity would move off this world and into a new, they needed the prerequisite to be revised in person, by one of the best.
“Sir, everything’s set up,” a guard verified the Bundeswehr members ID on a rehearsed phrase, “-everything in Bundeswehr says the time is near that we can leave this place...” BND Director Wilhelm Fass looked up the soldier with his orange tinted glasses on display.
“If I verify that everything is working ok today, we just might have our window to escape-“ Fass chose his words carefully, everyone needed inspiration in this time not to take their own life, to quit working their vital role in the last stand of humanity. Seconds ticked by and Fass has conjured a good answer. An childhood friend of his, working in the army, had spoken truer words in this dire time than he ever heard.
“We might just have a our window to crossover to another world, find peace, achieve what has been thought impossible by our people now, and unto landfall there compromise nothing in the pursuit of happiness.” Wilhelm had finished putting on the hazmat suit, a CBRN Operator of the European 18th Territorial Defense Brigade heard this along side the guard, they looked hopeful, but the CBRN Operator had seen enough wishful thinking to know the bitter truth.
Two other times had the Union of Europe, or the Survivalist Union some had called it, tried to work the portal. But now, the cobalt materials were electrified and amplified to the maximum due to Soviet bombs dropping, and their horrid mushroom clouds. They all were tainted with neon green and spiralling the clouds near it in a deadly, yet majestic mix of beautiful green as vibrant as the days everyone of these few bombs killed a combined 37% of the population of Earth, and 78% of Europe specifically. The Union would now try to use these in their third, and hopefully final test of the portal, to fuse Human cobalt and, the crystals, unknown to them, accidentally transported from a continent of a world not so far away. The name of this new continent, of a new world is called Equis.
“Without further ado I shall proceed, all goes well I’ll be in and out in 10 minutes.” Wilhelm Fass would be the first man to test out the large scale portal, the radioactive crystals used requires only a Class 1 Bundeswehr member for operational use. The door hissed open to the control room, the panels of control were laid neatly, ready to be used. One man reminisced on his time at NORAD’s control room. The men there to assist him were already inside, on the radio they called to him, hurriedly BND Operator Fass shuffled over, answering the his call to him with haste.
‘You would be the only one here’, the BND proclaimed to him yesterday, he guessed right in his prediction that this was not the case, of course the operative knew it was for the better anyway, the more heads here, the better chance that humanity had no not screw up the last hope. The race has potential, but in an irony, now seemingly alien resources, and technology appearing only now is the only way seen and chosen for its survival. Fass, clad in CBRN’s very own Hazmat Suit grinds to a halt, control panel forwards of his position, what follows next would decide the future of him, all he loved and hated to.
“You will control button Section 88, patch into and connect for full effects” European Marine Korps General Henri Tomëk, a Polish man cleared Wilhelm with the simple terms. The more newly arrived of the two had gained a mild and passionate hate of those, but he complied, much more was at stake.
Before continuing with work, Fass observed the environment briefly. The reinforced glass enclosed control center was part of a box shaped massive warehouse that housed the small scale tests of the ominous pinkish purple coloured portal. Three sides the pink glow expanded brightly and beautifully, above, below and in front, the glistening was stellar on all men’s CBRN suits in the testing control center.
Fass returned back to his work though soon after the admiration faded somewhat. The time had come for tests to begin, and he sure as hell would not miss his assignment. Wilhelm used his right hand to lift the handle to full capacity intensity, if the portal did not dissipate immediately then he would move to the next part of manipulation, size control.
“BND HQ monitored that and they have given the go ahead, proceed with Test Part 0-199 Delta Foxtrot” Commanded the Polish general. Fass yanks the handle in his right hand back to the previous starting position while moving his left hand methodically to the buttons of the recently unrestricted site of the size controls.
With a nod of approval, the BND operator started the long awaited conclusion stage the test of the portal. Size control was dangerous and Fass took many breaths in to calm his nerves.
Exhale Wilhelm remembered perfectly the moment the NORAD contacted German officials to warm about Soviet nuclear first strikes. The shock, horror, the vomit, not of him, but the operators, as blasts were detected all around Europe and America, and how we responded. All our fate was already decided it seemed to him. War was inevitable, and now e must escape the consequences or die trying.
The time for weakness was not now, he pushed the red button for expansion to a incomprehensible fraction of the portals unknown potential size . To ensure that the warehouse wasn’t shattered and teleported to whatever is the other side, the buildings interior was layered with spare crystals. They however did not stop the gentle vibration, beautiful, almost serenely perfect light, for a post apocalyptic civilisations standards, and ambient... music or noise from the other side of the portal. We would investigate that further when we got to wherever we got to, Fass made a mental note.
“Keep it steady, we must not fail now,” Henry called out in a hushed tone, “Push button 187-63 Alpha”
“Understood” Fass obeyed and as the button was pressed, all the vibration ceased dead in its tracks, alongside with the ambient music and beautiful pinkish, or purple or greenish-blue light exhibited by the transportation device in front of the few men in the warehouse.
Fass turned around in relief it had not gone catastrophically like the previous attempts with Atomic radiation and fusion, his eyes were dead set on the blinking radio equipment in front of the man. The put on the headphones and made his way to finding the right frequency. It didn’t take long.
“BND has issued a statement,” Fass boldly stated over the radio to all UEN High Alert Forces after a short conference with other BND members, “Prepare all UEN Naval, Civilian, Air and Land arms for a one way trip to wherever the portal is leading to. Say goodbye to the destroyed Earth, and hello to the New World. Europe shall never falter, and neither will humanity.”
The portal expanded, half of its massive 40 kilometers long length and 30 kilometers long height, separated half on land and half on the disgusting green and Black Sea of the Mediterranean that was acceptable only to the most well armored ships. Within merely three weeks, the whole UEN, and the other nations would consolidate all the resources, rearm all the fit men, and all the equipment possible and make landfall other side of the portal
The stage was perfect. A large set of carefully selected black and blue painted oak wood with fully decked out iron curtains over it, behind it, the Lunar Princess sat, with a neutral expression. The situation she was going through and about to bring upon this world mimicked the tale of corruption, in order to save her thestrals she reasoned, although she knew why she did all this, for the whim of Nightmare Moon, the one and only who got her fully, completely. And now, with her defences completely compromised she stepped onto the great and beautiful stage and spoke her piece.
For the ones from afar, the stage set for an assassination of one of the great leaders of Equestria.
The orders were from Prince Blueblood, and carrying them out were ponies without faces. Mares and stallions of S.M.I.L.E
The Civil War was on the horizon, and ponies of the 3rd Equestrian Magical Infantry Brigade had been active day in and day out. To keep Lunar activity quelled in parts of Manehattan and Albion, drastic measures were sanctioned... by the returned Sunset Shimmer, Commanders of S.M.I.L.E and the Sole Solar Princess herself.
“I understand the significance and that is why... two ponies, Superior Spear and Night Train, demolitions of the highest degree we can afford, are already inside Manehattan, waiting for tonight’s rally, to do what must be done...” Agent Sweetie Drops confirmed the suspicions of the Princess as head of S.M.I.L.E., the burden fell on her like a bricks on a fragile floor.
“As Long as they complete the Mission, or at least incapacitate her for capture, it is considered an success.” The Solar leader calmly replied, the tolerance of her was running thin, but in this moment, we may end the civil war before it even starts, she reasoned to her own demons. There is also a risk worth taking.
The Princess retreated to her room, she had felt something, almost serene coming, like something magical, decisive, capable of good and evil. Three of them, three of these groups, she thought it over after closing her door to the lavish residence.
Days before the authorized order was to be executed As the Princess was in Poninsula soon after the authorisation tending to a Suddenly she found herself in the air, white eyes gleaming, with no pupils, she sensed the massive structures coming to the planet soon, to soon. She saw events she knew were recent, yet were so far away. Celestia hit the floor, her alabaster coat stained, but nothing she couldn’t handle, she stood back up to witness the pupil of hers going through the same thing but on a bigger scale that paled over her own, a testament to the potential of this young alicorn. From the ground she was ripped, and into the sky over 10 hooves tall, the pupils of her eyes reflected three images.
“It’s a turning point in history, in multiple places, I can feel it!” Twilight proclaimed in a tone that would dwarf the Lunar version of the Canterlot Royal Voice. The Mares and Stallions of the 2nd “Equestria” Division, backed slightly in fear, shock and awe.
The mass of space above her had brewed a region wide storm, covering half the sky and the seas were turbulent, abnormal for this region. The location she had felt in her heart was the Poninsula, she had now been standing before the arrival of one of the three last bastions of the Human race. The race of apes that had come from a backwater pebble in the void, that scrapped, argued, and then invented, and continued to innovate after it had endured utter destruction of nearly, all 4-5 billion of its kind with no outside help. She would learn that only when they had used outside technology, they used it better than she, or anyone else in her world ever could, and faster than they ever could.
With advanced technology the natives haven’t even dreamed of, colossal fleets of warships, and revitalised military industrial complex’s, the Human nations each must prepare for the second tempest, to reach the uncertain calm.
The Planetary Preparation [Landfall Part I]
Humans are warriors, they scrapped, they killed, and they created. The homosapien scraped the bottom of the barrel in all conceivable ways against the other human species of the times that are long gone, even as all of them were stronger, faster, and harder to kill. But the modern day human race prevailed through knowledge, and their power in this day and age stems from it, to up in space to retreat to the depths of the Mariana Trench, the Old Asia to the New World. Then from the dawn of steam, the production line to the ultimate war machines of the Atom. Before it, the dawn of the barter, the first bread baskets and gardens of mother agriculture itself, civilization was born. And only then, the world had its prime candidate for its success, and they wrought its annihilation.
With cobalt and radiation the world burned, withered at its delicate forests, life, and all in between. The elites and controllers watch from far away bunkers, and with defunct control of themselves, they vomit, faint, weep, and thoughtlessly take their own lives as all of the Soviet, European, Chinese, American, and whoever else’s nuclear bombs without fail, vaporize all the many lucky enough to die first. Families of NORAD Operators, friends, and enemies are quickly devastated, burnt, tossed, and pulverized whether on the frontlines of the recently started conventional war, or their homes with their children, wives, and husbands in their arms.
They look to the black and thinly colored big screens, helpless as each symbol means that your mothers and sons are dismembered and melted, looking across the street, like in Hamburg, the first stricken city of the nuclear escalation, or as their beloved, or hated politicians not already airborne die alongside their fellow man.
Those same survivors now have a chance to leave their home, but the human race adapted and then started to thrive in the post nuclear devils anvil. They surely will survive whatever awaits in whatever new world. We have survived all history has thrown at us, this, though different, must be remembered one way or another, it will be, as there is no other choice.
Hans-Lothar Domröse was one of the survivors, the man is a former NATO Field Marshall and has transferred to be the Chief of Staff of the European Army. Europe’s new Marshall had been put in charge of all forces of the UEN Army and their evacuation of the planet, the massive sheet was moving faster than any scientist could’ve predicted. Due to the time constraints, what was seen as a slow and steady progress had been fast tracked by command of the Federal Council, the group had formed sometime before the portal was deemed fully operational by a half BND Operative Wilhelm Fass, a personal friend of the Marshall.
Technology, like in all major wars, had fast-tracked considerably on a scale not seen in history, the remaining population had the internet up and running on a scale that would’ve matched the time of 1998, and they had accomplished this in less than 3 years. Mass wealth's of knowledge before the war, libraries and all, were put onto internet sites Widely accessible to the people of the three main countries left. This was not without its issues though, as many have pointed out, the Soviet KGB have tried unsuccessfully to change the civilian owned E-Libraries properties, and change information to cause mass defection of Eastern European people, but this time communism had no grip on the people’s throats.
With all these out the way of the wandering mind of the European, Domröse had informed by radio all divisional commanders of the 13 active mechanized, tank and motor rifle divisions that the 20 or so Kilometers of the land area of the portal was given the green light by Federal Council to charge into the unknown. After this happened, first wave of a total of over twenty-six million of the last of the Europeans, excluding many of the British, and Finish peoples and their governments who had been given heads up that mainland European BND had made a crystal portal, were to cross the portal no matter what. All of which in a massive convoy of trucks with houses, materiel, and humans attached, but of course, much of the heavy lifting of the material would be done by of the other branches.
This other branch is the one that, with the merchant navy by its sides, has held trade routes together, destroyed the Soviet navy, and has fared the acidic green, cobalt and radioactive seas tirelessly. They were the men and women who has vomited and sweated, sacrificed and endured their way across the Mediterranean our food, medicine and resources needed to save society from collapse. The men and women of the Grande Navy stood at attention across the hundreds of combat and cargo ships, loaded to the absolute brim in the 20 or so kilometer section of the portal accessible to the navy.
European submarines, hardened to the point where it would be called futuristic by many, patrol the perimeter, their crews, some of the best of the best, are on DEFCON 1 equivalents of high alert, as Soviets have claimed that the “European attempts to use a portal will be thwarted!” by military force. Bordeaux and Bilbao class Ballistic Missile Submarines alongside a full twelve of the remaining Brussels class Attack Submarines sit behind the massive formation, so far back and going so slow to conserve the last fuel they will be resupplied with until landfall on the other world was made that they all risked not making it to the portal in time, a horrid prospect.
But before the orders were even given out, all of the specially selected crew’s were allowed time in the previous weeks to say potential goodbyes to their families. The crew of each ship know what can await them, trapped underwater in freezing 4 kilometer high glaciers is one of the many possibilities, not just for them, but for the many worldwide unable to make it to a military site with their surviving companions. All of which would, as a sole Swiss scientist put it, “-sentenced to artic damnation, to be crushed, meet the afterlife in many ways only the species who passed in, and with the ice ages would know, to face the cold reality of adapting to your own species destruction and your own abandonment.”. Only one other path remained for all the men, women and children still left after our portal would shut, the survivalist instinct like all men had before, and after, and may need to retain in the fresh new world.
Author's Note
This is part 1, the full will combine this chapter and the second part, in a bit, and they combined will be 4K words long, the other 10+ chapters I plan on making will be 7K words. ...Unless... I get so good I can make 10K chapters 
.... until then....
Do not let the lights turn off across all of Eurasia, for seldom we will see them again in our lifetimes...
