Nations Isot'ed:
The United States of America (Girls frontline)
Territory in total: New Hampshire, New York, Vermont, Maine, Connecticut, Rhode Island, Massachusetts, Pennsylvania, New Jersey
The United States of America (Our Timeline)
Territory in total: Virginia, Delaware, Maryland, West Virginia, North Carolina
United States of America (Homebrew urban fantasy)
Territory in total: Montana, North Dakota, South Dakota, Wyoming, Nebraska, Iowa, Minnesota
United States of America (Call of duty black ops 3)
Territory in total: Wisconsin, Michigan, Ohio, Indiana, Illinois, Kentucky, Tennessee
Entity name: Sankta (Arknights)
Type: Population group
Number of people: 3 million
Entity name: Oni (Arknights)
Type: Population group
Number of people: 3 million
Combie Occupied Balkans (Half life 2)
Territory in total: Greece, Bulgaria, Macedonia, Kosovo, Thrace
Union of Soviet Socialist Republics (Megacrossover)
Territory in total: The rest of the Soviet Union. Xinjiang SSR
Belarussian SSR (Our timeline, 1980)
Territory in total: Belarus.
Entity name: Warriors rabbits (Gate Jieitai)
Type: Population group
Number of people: 3 million
Entity name: Cat people (Gate Jieitai)
Type: Population group
Number of people: 3 million
Entity name: The KCCO (Girls frontline)
Type: Military organization
Entity name: Griffin and Kryuger (Girls frontline)
Type: Private military company
German Democratic Republic (East Germany)
Territory in total: East Germany
Socialist Republic of Romania (Homebrew)
Territory in total: Moldova, Wallachia, Transylvania
Krux Republic (Redcon)
Territory in total: Mongolia
People Republic of Arstotzka (Paper Please)
Territory: Albania
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Europe
Northern Bulgaria
9:42 AM
"Take cover!" One First Lieutenant Igor Sokolov bellowed before diving away as a grenade went off, dirt and shrapnel flying in all directions and making his ears ring before subsiding after a few seconds.
Igor quickly rose to his feet, peering over a fallen log and getting a good look at his enemy, a Combine suppressor currently hosing his and his comrades positions with a hail of dark energy bullets, Igor easily making out it's tri-barreled gun and it's orange bug-like eyes of its mask looking at them coldly as it bathed his position with said bullets.
Leaning to the side, Igor peered over with his AK-74M before squeezing off several shots, one of which landing a hit on it's tibia (lower leg) and making it hunch over briefly with a mechanical grunt of pain before quickly recovering, only for it to be cut short when a burst from another AK-74M ended it's life as one round went through it's neck and another into it's optical and into the brain, ending its transhuman life.
"Bullseye." He muttered with a grin as one of his comrades dove into cover beside him before quickly leaning against the log.
"These bastards just don't know when to quit!" One Corporal Victor Toma barked as his PKM rested on his lap, giving a sharp yelp as a dark energy round impacted the wood just near his head.
"These are alien occupiers from another dimension Vic, of course they won't know when to quit." Igor replied sarcastically as he squeezed off several shots at the Combine soldiers taking cover behind a few rusted out cars, the rounds bouncing off the rusted metal as the blue optical eyed bastards replied with their own hail of gunfire.
"Y'know, if you told me one of these days that I'd be fighting alien occupiers from another dimension, I'd have called you crazy. But after the events of the past week, I think I owe you five Ieu and a glass of Vodka!" Victor shouted back before going prone and laying down covering fire at the combine, the 7.62x54mm bullets pinging off the rusted out cars and keeping the Combine soldiers suppressed, several bullet nailing a combine soldier in the torso before finally ending it's life with two to the head, making it fall over like a puppet with its strings cut.
"Nice shot!" Igor complimented his Romanian comrade, only to grow confused once he replied.
"That-that wasn't me." Victor replied in surprise, only for a hail of bullets to come zipping out of the treelines and towards the combine positions, catching them off guard as a pair of combine soldiers were pumped full of holes before falling over dead.
"Who the fuck?" A soldier next to Victor muttered in confusion.
"Whoever they are, they're clearly on our side, let's help 'em out comrades!" Igor bellowed, quickly peeking over and switching his rifle to automatic before firing off a three round burst at the Combine soldiers. Victor, not wanting to be outdone, quickly joined in the lead chorus with his own symphony of lead from his PKM, sending a stream of bullets at the rusted out cars.
The combine soldiers, trapped between gunfire from the treeline and from up the road, tried to pull back, booking it down the road and leaving themselves exposed, one combine soldier getting a steel arrow ripped through their throat and out the other side, making it fall over dead onto the tarmac.
The rest soon joined him in death, their bodies falling over from the hail of gunfire during their retreat, their bodies making loud thudding noises as soon as they hit the ground, their guns clattering along with them before falling silent with the gunfire.
"Ceasefire!" Victor bellowed, waving his right arm into the air to signal to his comrades to follow his lead, which they did as the gunfire finally fell silent, leaving an eerie silence in its wake.
"You guys alright?!" A voice bellowed through the treeline before slowly stepping out, along with several dozen men wearing some futuristic looking altyn helmets, along with a small number of weird, box head robots.
"Ce dracu'?" Victor asked in surprise, his eyes landing squarely on the robots accompanying the strange white haired man, who was currently holding an AN-94 assault rifle.
The man, noticing his look, quickly answered his question. Tall, grim-faced and with a boxer's nose, the man is an epitome of a Spetsnaz , to the point it's nearly stereotypical. His accent, high Muscovite marred with an inflection only decades in warzone could have formed does not dissuade this.
"That's a Cyclops doll you're looking at, in case you're curious." He replied with an indifferent look. The robots have rather skeletal dispositions, but the design somehow smoothens many of the angles. The movements still rather carried some rigidity, its automated systems still lacking compared to the flesh and blood infantryman. The head scans around, its sole glowing scanner, befit the name, check the surrounding even now, for anything its algorithm decides needs to be mowed down with the rotary machine gun in its arms.
"Thanks for the help, Comrade." Igor quickly chimed in as he stuck his hand out for a shake.
"First Lieutenant Igor Sokolov, 94th motor rifle division, you?"
"Yegor Lebedev, KCCO, call me Yegor for short." The now identified Yegor replied with a nod of greeting before grabbing his hand and giving it a firm shake.
"KCCO, what's Special Forces doing all the way out here?" Igor asked with a raised brow.
"We got orders to link up with the local resistance in order to keep the Combine bogged down, everything else is classified." Yegor replied firmly, his tone basically saying 'push it any further and you're in big trouble'.
"I see." Igor merely replied, resisting the urge to roll his eyes at the 'classified' bit.
"Regardless, thanks for saving our asses, fucking combine are making this more difficult than it needs to be." He quickly added, grimacing at several of his dead comrades laying dead on the tarmac when the ambush first started.
"Your welcome, unfortunately I have to cut this short, my men and I are on a short time schedule as it is, regardless, good luck out there, and stay safe." Yegor replied, giving Igor a respectful nod before turning on his heel and quickly double timing it with his men back into the forest from whence they came from.
"....Fucking weirdo." One of Igor's men snorted in amusement once Yegor was out of earshot, something he couldn't help but internally agree with. Spetsnaz. A…colorful bunch for the best of time. He shrugs.
Shaking his head, Igor turned away from the forest before finally landing on his men, or what was left of them that is.
"Alright, how many we'd lose?" He asked loudly as his eyes surveyed the scene.
"We got five dead and seven wounded, three of which are in critical condition." One of the medic's quickly replied, giving one of the wounded an emergency dose of morphine.
Igor couldn't help but wince at that. Twelve casualties, while not important on paper, were quite important when you were on the ground and needed every able body you can find for help.
Such as being a part of a small counterattack of a much larger force into enemy territory after a fraternal ally is attacked and draws in the attention of the entire Communist bloc.
That sort of thing.
The sort of thing that reduced 32 of his comrades in arms down to 21 ever since the counterattack began.
'Fucking bullshit' He thought with a frown as he sat down on the log in thought.
"Sergei, call for any nearby reinforcements, i got a hunch about this road if we continue down it." Igor called out to the radioman.
"Da, First lieutenant, it will be done." Sergei replied and took the radio out from his backpack.
"What a fucked up start to a day." Victor chimed in with a snort before sitting right next to him, his PKM resting against the log at his side.
"Yea, you ain't kidding, i expected to fight other humans, not whatever sort of Sci-Fi post apocalypse bullshit this is." Igor replied with a humorless snort, gesturing to the rusted out cars and the dead combine soldiers.
"Like the shit in those American video games?" Vic asked rhetorically with a raised brow.
"Exactly like the shit in the American video games." Igor replied with a nod, grabbing a carton of cigarettes out of his breast pocket.
"I'm surprised you know about those vic." He quickly added as he glanced at the Romanian in surprise.
Victor merely shrugged in reply. "Me and my sis would always play them whenever they got smuggled into the country."
"Don't let the commissar hear that." Igor said jokingly, making Vic snigger in amusement.
"Those bastards can suck my dick." He replied with a snort.
"I'm pretty sure they'd shoot you for even suggesting that." Igor retorted with an amused smirk.
"Like they wouldn't try and find an excuse beforehand."
The two chuckled darkly at that.
After a few seconds of awkward silence, Victor stood up.
"Hey igor, you're a photographer right?" He asked the first lieutenant, making said man raise a brow as he lit his cigarette.
"Da. Why do you ask?" Igor asked, taking a quick drag of his cigarette.
"Cause i want something to impress the ladies with, so do i look good holding this?" He explained, quickly picking up an AR2 out of the grip of a dead combine soldier before holding next to his head as if he were holding a vase.
"I'd say you look fucking stupid." Igor merely replied with a smug smirk.
"Man, fuck you." Vic replied in annoyance as he tossed the alien rifle aside.
"I ain't gay, Vic."
"Like you aren't flamboyant enough to begin with." He retorted simply.
Igor gave a dickish chuckle at that.
Their moment was interrupted when Sergei came jogging over.
"First lieutenant, we got reinforcements coming in, a nearby platoon of warrior bunnies believe it or not."
Igor and Vic looked at each other in surprise.
"Warrior bunnies eh? Well, beggars can't be choosers." Igor hummed and stood up, tossing his half finished cigarette onto the tarmac and grinding it under his boot.
"Where are they coming from?" He quickly added.
"Just up the road that way, three minutes out." Sergei added and pointed up the road for emphasis.
"Good, tell them that we're thankful for their acceptance." Igor ordered, making Sergei nod and walk back to the truck.
"Warrior bunnies ... .well vic, you might get your chance with talking to women after all." Igor joked, making said man raise a brow at the term 'warrior bunny'.
"The fuck is a warrior bunny?" He muttered aloud.
"Ah, you're still not up to speed, fair enough. They're an all female race of rabbit women, martial like society, who showed up around 3 months ago along with the rest of the Union, they were slow to catch up but they caught on quick once most of them started joining the red army." Igor quickly explained, making Vic quickly nod as his mind filled in the gaps.
"Any idea what they look like?" Vic asked in curiosity.
"I just said they look like human females mixed with rabbits, and why, you wanna fuck one?" Igor asked with a smirk.
Vic merely huffed in annoyance but responded regardless.
"No, I just want the full picture."
"Good, cause some of them will give you a Kamchatka necktie if you piss them off enough."
Vic rose a brow at that. "A Kamchatka necktie?"
"It's where you slit someone's throat and pull their tongue out through the hole." Igor replied with a shrug, making vic pale a bit.
"Fucking hell, is that even real?"
"The necktie part? No I made that up, but you get the picture." Igor replied with a snort.
"Back to the fucking topic." Victor demanded annoyedly.
"Right, sorry, they have hairy and fuzzy legs, same for forearms, a cotton tail and rabbit-like ears, other than that they basically look like a normal human female." Igor explained, making Vic nod as his mind once more filled in the blanks.
"Matter of fact, I think I see them coming up the road." Igor narrowed his eyes at a large group of females in Soviet military garb currently driving up the road in a trio of BMPs.
Igor and Victor watched a brown haired, green eyed woman in Soviet military garb jump off one of the vehicles and walk over to them.
"You first Lieutenant Igor?" She asked in accented yet acceptable Russian.
"Da. That's me, and you are?"
"First lieutenant Delilah, Hell's Harlot platoon." She greeted and stuck her hand out for a shake, which Igor quickly took the limb and shook it.
"Glad to see you here with us, as you can see we-"
Victor merely stood there and listened half heartedly as Igor and the Warrior rabbit named Delilah quickly talked about the current situation, Victor watching as the various demi-human women jumping off the BMP and quickly chatted amongst themselves, Igor's platoon or Vic's own Romanian comrades in arms.
Victor turned on his heel and went to retrieve his PKM before accidentally bumping into a blonde haired warrior rabbit in Soviet military garb, making both her and him nearly fall over.
"Oh shit, sorry." He quickly apologized, the woman herself quickly catching her footing and managing to look at him.
Victor quickly raised his head and got a good look at the woman, a warrior rabbit with blonde hair, blue eyes and clad in the usual Soviet military garb and roughly the same size as him, if only three to four inches smaller. With her, a snub-nosed carbine hangs off a sling. AKS-74U.
Compared to him who was five foot nine with short black hair and green eyes and clad in the usual Romanian People's Army garb.
"Sorry about that ma'am, didn't see you behind me." He apologized once again.
"No no it's cool, I didn't see you there." She quickly waved him off.
"Guess being part rabbit makes y'all more stealthy?" He asked jokingly, making the woman giggle at that.
"We also work fast as well." She retorted with her own smirk.
"Explains how y'all got here so easily." He retorted with his own smirk before sticking his hand out for a shake.
"Victor Toma, Romanian People's army, but everyone just calls me Vic for short." He greeted as the woman took his hand and gave it a shake.
"Vesna Novikova, Soviet army." She greeted me with a small smile. Sharp teeth, more canine than normal humans.
Vic gave a small smile as well as he couldn't help but glance up at her ears.
"Say, are those real?"
The woman's friendly demeanor turned downright hostile as if she had just been slapped.
"Excuse you?" she asked hotly as her eyes narrowed.
"I mean your ears, are they real? I've never seen anything like them before." He asked quickly, not wanting to potentially cause a scene or get killed.
The woman kept her eyes narrowed at him but answered him regardless.
"Yes, they are in fact real."
"How do you even hear out of them if you already have human ear's, what's that about?" He asked again, hoping to god the woman didn't gut him like a fish.
The woman's demeanor finally relaxed but changed to one of slight annoyance.
"No clue, I'm a warrior, not a biologist." She replied with a shrug, her tone having one of slight annoyance lacing it.
An awkward silence descended between the two, making Vic awkwardly cough.
"Right…uh anyway, I'm gonna grab my PKM, sorry if I pissed you off in some way." He apologized once more.
"It's…cool." She replied with a small huff, Victor taking that as his cue to slink away and walk towards the log where his PKM rested.
'At least this day can't get any worse.' He thought to himself.
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If you asked one current US President Barack Obama that he would be dealing with three different versions of the USA after being sent to an empty world, he would've fired you on the spot.
But after the events of the past three months, and after learning of just how different these three different USA's were, he honestly felt like drinking until he passed out. And this is not mentioning the aircraft carrier with his name on it docking off the Norfolk Harbour.
Granted they weren't exactly fully alone as contact was established with Russians as the satellite network was thankfully brought along with them.
But that soon turned into outright annoyance because as it turns out, this wasn't the Russian Federation ( which, to be fair, carries its own headache ), but the honest to god Soviet union.
He could still remember Congress yelling angrily about the return of quote 'those red bastards'.
But back to the topic at hand.
"So-" Obama began, his eyes scanning the room at the advisors and the representatives from the three different versions of the United States, one of whom was an honest to god Elf.
"-Uhh…Let's start with our current situation, such as the three different United States."
Martha Ponds, the current blonde hair blue eyed elf in the room and representative from the 'Demi human USA' as they had dubbed themselves, saw that as her cue to speak.
"Mister president, thank you for having us here with you today, now i'm not gonna waste any more time with pleasantries so let's get down to the issues here today at hand. I'm here because I and many other species within the United States back in my world, are concerned primarily with there being no civil rights charter that will guarantee our civil liberties and protection from being exploited in all forms of manners." She explained simply, a few winces going around the room from the others as they imagined the kind of chaos that sort of loop hole would bring.
Obama himself frowned at the mere thought of it and made a mental note to get to work on a new Civil Rights charter and fast.
"And how many species are there within your native US?" Obama asked with a raised brow.
"About a few, there's elves such as I, along with a few wolf, rabbit, fox and feline demi-humans, even a few gator people and orcs here and there." Martha explained simply
"Uhh..Let me be clear. I'll be sure to talk out with the Democrats and other Progressive candidates to see what we can do." He merely replied with a nod, Martha giving a satisfied smile and sitting back down in her chair.
Obama turned to a man with tan skin, black hair and brown colored eyes, giving him his cue to speak.
"We have no current issues." The man, John Thatch, replied with a shrug.
"Our current issue we're facing is the loss of a large portion of our drone fleet from our own homeworld, other than that, we're facing issues similar to the ones here." He added, nodding to Obama before sitting back down
Obama then looked to the last man, a brown haired green eyed man with a scar going over his nose and had a skeletal looking prosthetic where his right hand once was.
"We're facing a few issues, primarily the fact that we're still recovering from our world's third world war." The representative from the 3rd and final USA, Alan Hutchkins, replied shortly.
"That and the Rossartist Party is causing a fuss about the existence of the Soviet Union and Communist bloc from across the pond, same with our Third world war veterans." He quickly finished before sitting down once more.
"And what of the current ... .refugees? Is that the right word?" Obama asked in confusion.
"From what we managed to gleam." A Representative from the NSA added in.
"They're called Terrans, and from what we could gather, a vast majority of them are known as 'Oni' and 'Sankta'." He added, pulling up two photos onto a projector which showed a large muscular man with two branch-like horns protruding from either side of his head, and the next showing a woman with a white colored halo hovering above her head along with two pairs of crystal like wings floating behind her.
"Do we have an exact number on them?" Obama asked with a small feeling of dread.
"Not at the moment, no. But if we had to guess, a good low millions due to how many we're still finding and processing, even with the camps and medical personnel we're drawing up, it's taking time. And the less said about the incidents involving when they arrived, the better." The representative explained, drawing several winces from around the room, including from Obama himself.
Already Obama had a feeling that if the Russians-Sorry, the Soviets weren't bogged down in a war with some aliens, then they would be laughing at them.
Speaking of which.
"I hate to drift off topic, but how are the Soviets doing in their war against the….what were they called again, the Combine?"
"Correct." The CIA spook in the room finally spoke up.
"From what we could gleam, the Soviets and the rest of the Communist bloc, at least those in Europe that is, are invading through Northern Bulgaria. So far information has been scarce, but from what we managed to figure out, this whole mess started after the Combine captured a few villages in Southern Wallachia and forcefully shipped off the populace." He explained, drawing several grimaces of disgust from everyone.
"Do we know where they've been shipped off to?" The NSA representative chimed in.
The response he got was a mere shake of the head.
"Unfortunately no, our information is scattered at best, and scarce at worst. Thankfully we do have two lead agents being briefed for a mission into the Balkans as we speak."
"Do we know their names?" Obama asked.
The spook's response was a smug smirk.
"A T-doll, code named Apollyon."
"And the other?"
"A man named Hassan."
