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Gate - thus the jsdf fought there discussion, idea, and recs thread

Kiyone4ever said:
Hawkeye Pierce: "Sir! We have pranked, schemed, conspired, duped, dallied, and debauched, but there have never been any shenanigans! ...I tried but the nurse said no."

BJ Hunnicutt: "Nurse Able shot you down, huh Hawk?"

Pierce: "She was Able but just not willing."
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... oh yes, MASH... lasted longer than the Korean War and funny as fuck. :)
 
I've toyed with the idea of having a Navy be sent through the Gate. Ever notice it's always the Air Force and the Army?

Of course, it is justified; the Gate opens on land. But what if it opened at Sea?

Oh sure, any modern navy would kick ass, but I want to see a 1900s era navy have a go at it, because big-gunned battleships have too little representation in fiction damn it!
 
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Of course, it is justified; the Gate opens on land. But what if it opened at Sea?
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For starters: If they don't have capabilities to quickly fortify beachhead/ having easy deployable floating fortification, the invaders would be at very disadvantaged position. Raiding coastal cities was one thing, but raiding unknown coastal cities was practically a recourse in folly. Take over unknown beachhead without good preparation was practically slow suicide. If they're lucky.
 
Potato said:
I've toyed with the idea of having a Navy be sent through the Gate. Ever notice it's always the Air Force and the Army?

Of course, it is justified; the Gate opens on land. But what if it opened at Sea?

Oh sure, any modern navy would kick ass, but I want to see a 1900s era navy have a go at it, because big-gunned battleships have too little representation in fiction damn it!
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It could work in modern times if you limited the size of the portal so only littoral craft could go through. Roman navel ships weren't all that big by modern standards after all.
 
So I just read a Gate crossover called Hell Gate. It crosses over with Doom 2016. And. It. Is. Glorious.

Here's the link
Hell Gate

Rip and Tear!!
 
I got an idea for the version of the Inn incident in a Gate stargate crossover: instead of the stupid idea to kidnap the girls to have a political leverage as you wouldn't be able say you have them without making you an international paria, instead those are group like the corrupt NID and the Trust which try to get three cobayes to experiments on. (Rory, Lelei and Tuka). And this wasn't the case here... In fact this is an idea for a Gate/Stargate crossover: The NID and/or the Trust , and/or their equivalents in other countries try to kidnap them, the SGC and the not corrupt part of the NID and other agencies (both US or else) try to stop them and Rory happens.
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beorn91 said:
I got an idea for the version of the Inn incident in a Gate stargate crossover: instead of the stupid idea to kidnap the girls to have a political leverage as you wouldn't be able say you have them without making you an international paria, instead those are group like the corrupt NID and the Trust which try to get three cobayes to experiments on. (Rory, Lelei and Tuka). And this wasn't the case here... In fact this is an idea for a Gate/Stargate crossover: The NID and/or the Trust , and/or their equivalents in other countries try to kidnap them, the SGC and the not corrupt part of the NID and other agencies (both US or else) try to stop them and Rory happens.
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As long as it is pointed out just how they got the heads up (presumably from moles in the JSDF or Special Security) to move in such a short time frame, THAT actually sounds like a viable and interesting idea!
 
One thing that I'd love to see in a Gate crossover is someone addressing magic on Earth. Does magic only exist on Falmart? Does it exist everywhere and the people on Earth just can't access it? Does it exist everywhere and there are magicians hiding on Earth?

I see a lot of potential if it turns out that Earth is a low-magic world for whatever reason. Especially if it turns out that we do have magical potential - but on a low magic world there just isn't enough magic to work with. Imagine the counter-invasion bogging down because people begin spontaneously manifesting out-of-control magic. Imagine the panic that could cause among the military forces - are you really SomeRandomForumite? Or are you a spy who killed and replaced SomeRandomForumite? And then there's the Falmart side of things to consider. By all appearances magic can be quite powerful but the ability to access it isn't very common. The Empire would obviously be trying to find a way to slam the Gate closed to cut off the invasion from Earth. Great! But what will they be doing with the potential mages they witness? Are they a strategic resource for future generations, increasing the magical strength of the Falmart bloodlines? Or are they a strategic threat that the Empire has to wipe out before the new magicians figure out how to actually use their powers?
 
I've got two snippets here for y'all to take a look at before I continue writing. TL;DR is that shortly after Pina becomes Empress or whatever, a Tau and Imperial ship crash land on Falmart. Their ships are so busted there's no hope of them getting into space again so they're mighty interested in this magic teleportation gate on Alnus Hill. Feel free to ask questions.

Thought for the day: Hope is the first step on the road to disappointment
~I~​
Battlefleets are the tools of Tyrants. Regardless of whether they sail in the name of annihilation or salvation, death follows in their wake.

In the eternal night of space, two such battlefleets engage; one fighting for the crumbling fief of a Carrion God, the other for an illusory dream collectivist utopia. Star-bright strobes of energy and relativistic shell zip and blink through the inky ever-night of space. The labor and treasure of entire worlds flash from existence, like dying fireflies, as the battle rages.

Yet for all their murderous power, the battlefleets are running, even as they flay each other with cannon and missile. Behind them, beyond sight, and sound, and touch, the sea of souls closes in on them, like the grasping digits of some primordial monster. Officially, such events are called warp storms, but no true storm possesses such willful malevolence or sadistic hunger.

One by one, the metal skinned beasts of the battlefleets are subsumed into the nightmare realm of the warp. Some ships of the line fold in on themselves as their screaming, agonized crews fuse into rotting bulkheads like flies in amber, others disappear into the apocalypse vast jaws of eldritch things. The thirsting laughter of Dark Gods and their nightmare progeny is deafening.

There are two ships left. One is an ochre and white modular construct assembled from sharp and functional Tau design. The other is a crimson and gold slab decked in the gaudy religious iconography of the Imperium of Man. The half-mad Tech-priests of the gaudy ship do the unthinkable and engage the warp drive.

Against all odds, a stable tear into unreality forms and the machine men drive their steed forward with reckless abandon, their Tau opponents nipping at their heels. A parade of unreal horrors and cursed ghost ships pursue like demented hounds, but they are repulsed by some unknowable force. For a moment, the thirsting laughter of Dark Gods ceases.

The prey containers were beyond their reach now.

~I~​

"Princess, shouldn't you be sleeping? The hour is late and we have coronation planning to do tomorrow."

"Of course, of course, Bozes my old friend. But come to the balcony, look"

"Ah, that is indeed a fortuitous omen, twin shooting stars. The wolf raised twins of Sadera smile upon you."

"Command, we have two objects on radar. We're getting mass readings in the megaton range bearing down at terminal velocity from orbit."

"How long until they impact? Can you determine their landing trajectories? We need to know so we can begin moving our personnel out of the way."

"Yes sir, we have… wait… sir… they're slowing down and maneuvering. By the kami… it's really happening…"

~I~​

Princess Pina Colada inhaled deeply. The anticipation in the air was as thick as molasses and the princess found it difficult to push her legs forward. She looked up at her father and saw a honest, encouraging smile etched on his broad face in years. She smiled back and found strength.

Taking care to make regal and measured steps, she ascended the marble steps of House Formal's Palace. To her right, the Emperor's Praetorian guards stood at attention and to the left, her Rose Knights beamed with joy. Flags and banners were unfurled with immaculate precision by the honor guard while the raucous crowds behind her threw garlands and flowers into the air.

Two of her knights pulled open the hatch on a large wooden crate and a small flock of pure white doves soared gracefully into the clear blue sky, a symbol of peace in the new era.

Warrior bunnies, harpies, medusas, humans, wolfmen, and yet more of the menagerie of intelligent species of Falmart gathered in front of the great sky-ark. They came bearing gifts and tribute for the blue star men who delivered them from the depredations of the Saderan Empire.

Warriors in impossibly thick ochre war-plate who flew on tongues of flame stood at attention, heraldic banners draped from their weapon limbs. Yet just one being commanded the attention of all present, a tall, slender and soft-spoken being. Yet his presence dwarfed that of his imposing warriors. When he spoke, it was with a quiet dignity seemingly not of this reality.

"I am Aun'vre Ko'vash. I offer our friendship in the name of the Greater Good" the being said as dozens of battlesuits slammed honor blades into the ground with lockstep precision.

Pina dropped to one knee in front of her father, the Emperor Molt Augustus, eying a ground deferentially. A momentary itch crossed her scalp as her father placed a wreath of olive leaves atop her head. His smile widened as if the burden of leadership were physically sliding from him and onto the next generation.

"Pina Co Lada, Crown Princess of the Empire." He intoned "as of today, all the power of the imperial government lies in your hands. Your era begins now"

Pina looked up and smiled. "My heart is with the Empire always. I shall dedicate my heart and soul to this country. Together with Japan!"

Tyuule, former Queen of the plains, former slave to a filth moron prince, crumpled in a heap as the two "Astartes" dragging her let go of her arms. She lifted her battered face up and stared up at the ghastly perfect face of Hardy, dread Goddess of the Underworld. The goddess clicked her tongue and nodded, which her former captors took as their cue to leave.

"You may be wondering why you're here my child" the goddess drawled lazily "and the answer is that I'm oh so easily bored and you are quite interesting. Ah don't give me that face, you're also here because we have a mutual goal in burning certain naughty children for their transgressions."

"Tell me how brightly you'll fan the flames and I'll consider it" Tyuule grinned savagely. "I'll see Sadera burn… together with Japan"

Pina turned to her countrymen, putting out a voice-amplifying device known as a microphone to her lips. Clearing her throat, she waited for the crowds to settle down.

"Friends, Saderans, countrymen, lend me your ears. We stand on the precipice of a new era, unlike any other before it. Although we have lost much and endured great hardships, new knowledge and opportunities await us, ready to be seized."

She stretched out her right hand for dramatic emphasis. "I promise you, my people, that this era will be one of rebirth and growth. We will fill our larders to the brim with new delicacies and our hearts with justice and compassion. Glory to the Empire! Pray that the gods watch over us."

Two men in green kevlar stand over the battered corpse of an avian biped, a wiry frame of sinewy muscle. To learned minds, the fallen beast is known as a Kroot Carnivore. A plasma throwing weapon shaped like a primitive slug thrower is ripped from its cold, dead talons by greedy hands.

"It's just like those science fiction novels where the aliens turn out to be awful at applying their technology. Look at this thing, it's wearing a loincloth and it tried to charge us with a bayonet for kami's sake!"

"We'll make better use of this technology than these bird brains ever could. Just like how we'll make better use of the special region's resources than those Roman reenactors. The kami are truly watching out for Japan heh."
 

Peace is the break between two wars
~Jiddu Krishnamurti~
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Act I Part I: Under the Table​

Captain Youji Itami, Hero of Ginza, slayer of the ancient flame dragon, honorary count of Elbe, honorary chieftain of the dushii Dark Elf clan, among other titles, wanted nothing more than to curl up in the fetal position with a PS Vita and deny reality.

Unfortunately, reality was staring him down from across the river with plasma cannons and high caliber railguns. A company sized force of Tau infantry reinforced with a squadron of hover-APCs and one of those heavy railgun mechas were engaged in a standoff outside the main gate with the town guard.

It was almost comical, a group of Roman legionary look-alikes and cat-people armed with second-hand Cold War rifles arrayed against elite alien shock troops with energy weapons. If someone had suggested an anime with this premise just a year ago, they would've been laughed out of the studio.

In the distance, Itami could make out hundreds of Tau auxiliaries, mostly of Falmart local demi-human stock, digging trenches and setting up tents. He knew this wasn't their entire force, not that it would've mattered since they outgunned his men severely already.

Itami and his multi-national company, an assortment of American, Japanese, British, and French soldiers waited tensely on the walls of Reardon. He vaguely recalled the spook who replaced Yanagida after his promotion telling him that Reardon was a wealthy vassal city-state bordering Tau territory. It was important from a tactical perspective as all maritime traffic in the local river delta passed within mortar distance of it. Sadly, Reardon was apparently not important enough for the UN Joint Command to make a timely decision for once.

To be honest, Duke Barclay, the city's ruler, probably deserved to get his ass kicked by the Tau. The only reason the siege was happening was because the Duke had the brilliant idea of abducting people from Tau territory despite the joint command's attempts to stamp out the practice. Barclay had reasoned that no one would care if the slaves were non-humans from non-Imperial territory.

The Duke was wrong. And now they had 67 hours left to release the slaves before the Tau attacked in force.

Itami tore his away from the Tau and their menacingly large guns and walked over to the company's long-range radio set, giving a curt nod to the British marine operating it. "Command Six, this is Shield Three. Do you copy?" Itami said in relatively unaccented English, one of the few good things to come from the international debacle the Special Region campaign had become was the crash course in English it had entailed.

"Acknowledged Shield Three, Command Six here. Sit-rep?" General Brooks, the commander of the American peacekeeping contingent replied curtly. Itami paused, he hadn't expected a flag officer to reply in person.

"Enemy force strength rising fast. One motorized company of primary marks with heavy walkers and understrength regiment of secondary marks. Shield Three requests immediate reinforcement, heavy armor and fast movers needed." Itami droned mechanically, trying not to let his exhaustion or irritation seep out in the presence of a foreign flag officer.

"Negative, the joint committee is prohibiting escalation of tensions with the Tau. Hold tight and keep your men safe" the general replied sternly, an edge of exasperation lining his voice. Both knew that they could have the US 1st​ Cavalry division here within three hours were operations authorized. Itami had already known that this would be the answer, which was why Pina had given him a task, to prevent this important vassal of hers from falling to the Tau.

"Wilco"

Itami dropped the headset to the ground and walked, letting his legs carry him. He passed by his 2IC, a stocky American by the name of Briggs. "1st​ Lt Briggs, you have command. And no, we are not getting reinforcements"

"Yes sir" Briggs saluted crisply, disappointment and apprehension etched across his face as his superior commandeered one of the company's ATVs.

Itami drove quickly towards the city hall as he thought back to Pina's pleading request to protect the city of Reardon. The ride was quick as the inhabitants of the city had emptied out the streets and were huddling in their houses, burning incense and throwing salt. The atmosphere of foreboding doom and the responsibility Pina had placed on his shoulders were crushing.

If this didn't pan out well, he'd be rightly fucked.

Taking a left from the city hall, he dismounted the ATV with a practiced swing of his legs and pressed out some creases in his uniform. Exhaling a breath, he didn't know he was even holding, he strode with false confidence to the brick embassy. Two guards were already pulling open the thick wooden double doors, as if they had been waiting for him all along.

From its perch above the doors, a golden statue of the double headed eagle of the Imperium of Man stared down on him with stony disdain.

~I~​

"Ambassador Por'el Sha'is, can you explain why your forces are laying siege to a city under the protection of the United Nations of Earth and preventing American service members from moving freely through the agreed upon American peacekeeping zone?" American UN ambassador Nikki Haley screeched shrilly through the UN General Assembly.

"Honorable Ambassador Nikki of Haley, I express my utmost contrition for any issues that our operations may be causing for your nation. However, the Tau'va cannot be seen to let others torture its citizens and wards with whips and chains." The slender water caste diplomat paused and scanned the room with an uncannily human look of remorse.

With a dramatic gesture of its staff, a saucer like drone whizzed by his head and began displaying aerial footage of beaten and dirty slaves of various races being held in Reardon, stuffed like livestock into filthy pens. "Ambassador Haley, yours is a nation built upon the principle that freedom from bondage is the natural right of all. We of the Tau'va also share that sentiment, which is why we are honorary signatories of the UN Human Rights Charter. In the name of the Greater Good, let this be the day where those cherished rights are extended not just to all humans, but to all sentients."

Murmurs of assent filled the chamber in dozens of different tongues. Some, more colorful murmurs were venomous barbs against the Americans,

The holo-screen projection fizzled as an armored digit pressed the bright red power button on the projector. Itami briefly wondered what it would be like if the Tau or Imperium could remaster his favorite anime in 3-d holographic format. The sound of the room's wooden doors creaking open interrupted his thoughts. A pair of smartly dressed servants came in with a tray of pastries and two pots of what smelled like strong herbal tea.

As the servants wheeled out of the room, Itami cleared his throat and found his voice. "Thank you for entertaining me today on such short notice and for being so charitable a host regardless, Codicier Cassius" He said in English, the lingua franca of the UN task force, he glanced at the bulky Imperial auto-translation device in the room, hoping it would convey his meaning well enough.

The hulking Space Marine proceeded to daintily sip some of the tea from a porcelain saucer, with his pinky extended no less. That is if dainty was a word that could be applied to someone with a pinky finger with the shape and size of a police riot baton. A wry smile creased the Astartes aquiline face before he responded in flawless if overly formal Japanese.

"I thank you for being so gracious a guest. The auto-translation device is not needed and has been rendered mute, Lord Itami. As you can tell. we shall have no need for it. Do enjoy some of these refreshments, it would pain me to see them go to waste."

Itami's jaw dropped slightly. Unable to think of anything else to do, he poured himself a cup of tea and brought it to his mouth. He regretted it instantly, the tea kicked like a mule and was probably bitter enough to strip paint from a tank. Still, Itami sipped the rest of his drink with a forced smile on his face, for fear of offending his host.

After finishing the tea, Itami reached for some of the pastries, looking for anything to wash the bitter taste from his mouth. "Thank you for the refreshment, but I'd like to discuss the main issue at hand. Time is short after all."

Cassius gave a knowing wink as he started his 4th​ cup of the awful tea. "Tanna is an acquired taste I'm told. Perhaps I should've had something sweeter prepared." The Ultramarine pondered idly. "But you are indeed correct. We are running out of time before the Xenos army at the gate moves."

Itami's heartbeat increased. Perhaps this would work. Maybe he wouldn't get court-martialed for conducting unauthorized and unreported negotiations with the Imperium on Pina's behalf. Hopefully the behind the scenes strings Pina was pulling would keep this meeting secret long enough for it to become fait accompli.

"The Xenos have you outmaneuvered politically both here and in your homelands. Your commanders, civilian and military alike, are paralyzed with indecision they grapple endlessly with each other over largely trivial and selfish concerns, am I right?"

Itami tried to shift the conversation to less sensitive topics. "With all due respect Codicier, I'm not at liberty to comment on policy matter…"

"Nonsense, your very presence here is a commentary on policy matters. Since you come here alone, without official sanction, save for the small web of deceit the Princess Pina has drawn, no?" the Ultramarine intoned brusquely.

Itami felt his blood run cold. His throat felt bone dry as he dumbly fished for words, any words that could salvage this situation. Cassius robbed him of that opportunity by continuing to speak. "Such a thing does not matter though. My superiors and I would be more than willing to lend our assistance in this situation. In fact, we knew you and the princess would come to us."

Itami barely stammered out two words at the now smiling Cassius. "W-w-why? H-h-how?"

"There's a pertinent saying on your world, Captain Itami" the Codicier replied icily. he super soldier seemed to loom over Itami despite not moving from his seat.

"Don't look a gift horse in the mouth."
 
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The only good news is that it's not Cato Sicarius. Worst News is that they're Ultramarines. Which means, very probably they'll get reinforcement.

...At least no Slan-

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RBomber said:
The only good news is that it's not Cato Sicarius. Worst News is that they're Ultramarines. Which means, very probably they'll get reinforcement.

...At least no Slan-

Oh Ho Ho Ho Ho Ho Ho

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Look not every ultramarine is a smurf tbe fact that this guy is offering drinks to itami suggests that he attended the captain titus school of space marine thought.
For context on that look up the space marine campaign ending as i am posting on my phone.
 
Well, this is through the viewpoint of a group from one of the more capable Adventurer-Intelligence (i.e. adventurers whose specialty is around intelligence and the gathering of said intelligence) guilds gathering intelligence on GDI...

After this, I'll probably either do a snippet or two before switching to my 'Xenonauts/GATE' idea...

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A village near Arnus Province, 3 Months after the Gate reappeared
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Prometheus Richard Scipio frowned as the traders came into the tavern. From what little rumor that has been going around, the local traders have braved the perils of contested territory to reach the Gate and those who now control the Holy Hill of Arnus. Information has always come with trade, and taverns like these were goldmines of information. At this stage, Scipio was simply mining for information, waiting for the alcohol to loosen the lips of the traders, and that would be the time to activate the enchanted bracelets that the team's mage had prepared for them. After the data mining, then it would be the monotonous task of refining that data into something actually usable.

Scipio smiled as the alcohol did it's work, loosening the tongues and lips of the traders. As the traders talked, Scipio kept an ear for a good goldmine of information, and fortunately a bunch of traders that were from the main rail hub in Italica kept talking about what they've gained through trade at Arnus Hill. Scipio stealthily sat nearby and let the bracelets do their work. Slowly but surely information trickled in, but painted a very bad picture.

This... Global Defense Initiative is nothing like what the Empire has faced. While reports from the legions painted a horrifying picture of men clad in armor could fight at incredible distances (to the point where the enemy were simply dots in the distance at best) and pretty much annihilate any legion that was thrown upon it. Unrelenting firepower on a scale only available to the most powerful of mages and natural disaster grade monsters... and given what he was hearing, also had an industrial capacity that outstrips the Empire so much it wasn't even sad-funny.

Prometheus knew better and waited until the traders go back to the inns before heading back...

Several Hours later, outside of the village​

"So... how bad is it?" Daniel the Strange -the group's mage- asked as he transcribed the information on the bracelets onto a crystalline audio disk.

"From what I've heard, worse than Augustus's feared," Prometheus answered, "What little I could gather myself indicates that our new enemy... this... Global Defense Initiative... is an entity that will steamroll the Empire and everyone else just by throwing it's weight around. By the Abyss, the Expansionists have outdone themselves this time. The Empire is already fighting a war on two fronts, and now something that can simply steamroll everyone appears on a third front well within our borders. They've already all but taken everything up to Italica despite the scorched earth policy that has been implemented. Their logistics ability is unmatched by anyone..." The others -a fairy elf by the name of Zudal, a canine demi-human by the name of Reinhard, and the male siren by the name of Beethoven- nodded as that was what they've gathered as well.

"I see," Daniel frowned as he worked his magic, "Well... Augustus isn't going to like that information at all. Hopefully Piña Co Lada is as competent as she's rumored to be and stop this war from escalating..."

"Or the Empire will be crushed," Daniel added. Then there was a knock on the door and everyone pulled out their mana-revolvers.

"Who is it?" Prometheus asked politely.

"Prometheus? Is it you? Damn, the alcohol must have been pretty bad to be back here so soon! It's me, Azazel!" the voice at the door said.

"What is today's phrase then?" Prometheus asked, in this line of work, it's always better to be over prepared than not.

"Oh, The olive flowers glide gently in the winter breeze," the voice said, "Can you now let me in?" The door was slowly unlocked and open, revealing a 7"4' warrior bunny. It was the team's rogue, Azazel. While rather... curvaceous and well muscled... she can sneak into any building and steal as much written information as she could grab and leave with no one none the wiser. From how full the satchel was, she brought home a massive load of paper intelligence. The satchel was packed with notes, charts, and more... detailing schedules, positions, and more. In essence, it was an intelligence coup.

Everyone snickered at how Hadoli had given them the luck for such a coup to fall into their laps as they started the process of analyzing the data...
 
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So, one of the things that tends to throw a reader out of a story, and interfere with establishing tone for a character, is when they use words or phrases that shouldn't occur to that character. For example, a steam roller is a large machine used for pressing asphalt (or macadam if you prefer) to make roadways. Even if the GDI had brought one with them and he learned what it was, the spy wouldn't use the phrase because it's not commonplace to him.

Analyzing data is another term that's more in line with how we speak in a modern age, even though the words are much older; perhaps analyzing reports would be better.

Similarly, and this is one you haven't done, but it gets me every time- when archers are told to 'fire' (because it originated with firearms. There's no fire in a bow; the command is 'loose').

Unless the spy is meant to be from another time and place, in which case, carry on.

edit: Also, a 7'4" bunny girl sneaking into an area guarded by a competent future-real-world military? No. No. Nooooooooooooooooooooooo.....

Her learning to use the printer on top of that, and not getting caught doing so? Goodness ME, no.
 
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While we're at it, the middle name of the Sarterans is the god they worship, so unless there's a god called Richard (which would be strange for pseudo-romans) this is strange too.
 
Mr Zoat said:
The GDI uses paper? What?
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This is a scene that has traders from the Empire who use paper as part for their bookkeeping.
armorfiend said:
So, one of the things that tends to throw a reader out of a story, and interfere with establishing tone for a character, is when they use words or phrases that shouldn't occur to that character. For example, a steam roller is a large machine used for pressing asphalt (or macadam if you prefer) to make roadways. Even if the GDI had brought one with them and he learned what it was, the spy wouldn't use the phrase because it's not commonplace to him.
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This is MAGICTEK!Empire on the crisp of the industrial revolution not the Canon!Empire.
edit: Also, a 7'4" bunny girl sneaking into an area guarded by a competent future-real-world military? No. No. Nooooooooooooooooooooooo.....
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No, she stole papers from traders.
Renu said:
While we're at it, the middle name of the Sarterans is the god they worship, so unless there's a god called Richard (which would be strange for pseudo-romans) this is strange too.
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Did not know that actually...
 
America!Gate, but it also follows a bunch of war correspondents and our world's media as the situation continues and the soldiers act like real soldiers.

So stuff like this happens:

  • Instead of helping the bunny people, governments scramble to decide whether they are human or not. It never gets resolved at all in the story because of political bickering and very unsubtle bigots.
  • Modern!Earth has an argument over dragons and whether they should be allowed to exist.
  • An American soldier caught on camera shooting an unarmed native has his trial derailed when it is revealed that the man could perform magic. A debate on magic's existence and whether mages can ever be considered "unarmed" ensues.
  • Religious outcry happens as a result of the discovery of gods and demigods, and as a result several attempts and programs are made in order to find a way to kill them "just in case". Examples include spreading christianity to see if faith empowers them, increasing armaments and secret experimentation.
  • Historians argue online over the greco-roman influence of the empire and what it means. Others argue on the fantasy naure of the world, and what it means for other works of fiction. One dystopian sci-fi writer freaks out online and apologizes.
  • Everything with the elves becomes fucked up due to politicians and normal people mixing fantasy with reality.
  • The empire's monarchy is destroyed in a punitive war and the power vacuum results in several differing factions fighting each other. People take sides and encourage these factions to fight, even going as far as to allow genocide to happen.
  • An article on the treatment of demihuman prostitutes by human soldiers sparks outrage and hearings.
  • demihuman is later recognized as a slur once people in the US use it as a dogwhistle.
  • closing the gate is hampered when a specific christian sect turns into an apocalypse cult in wake of the magical nature of the other earth and tries to keep it open in order to force the rapture.
So basically a giant metaphor for the middle east and our treatment of it.
 
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