The American In Another World
Orbis Nova

Washington DC

17 April 2021; 48 hours before Calling

"Mr President!" A panicked aide broke through the Oval Office.

President Thomas Lee looks up from the report on his desk. Recently sworn in, Thomas is still vibrant, full of life and excitement unlike many of his predecessors, who appear to have aged decades during their tenure. He hopes the urgency of this special aide does not signal an expansion of his presidential responsibilities. "Yes? What's problem?"

“Master, NASA has just discovered a huge storm developing over Hawaii! It's not like we've seen!” The adjutant shouted. 

"Woah, slow down there, man." President Lee stood up, curious about the situation. “Why did I suddenly hear about this?”

“The storm seems to appear spontaneously. NASA is supposed to call you around right now; one of their meteorologists will tell you about that emergency.” As the adjutant finished his sentence, the phone on President Lee's desk started ringing. 

Thomas walked back to his desk and picked up the phone. "President Lee spoke."

"Master President," a strange quiet voice replied. “I Dr. Jenny Pollan, meteorologist. I'm sure you've heard of the growing storms in Hawaii. We classify it as Category 2 and urge locals to take shelter. So far, the growth rate has surpassed even the worst disaster in history, from Sandy to Katrina. It was also expanding at an unprecedented pace, covering a significant percentage of the world's surface. It is moving towards California and is expected to land tomorrow.

“Gosh...” murmured President Lee. He sat down, leaning his head on his left hand as he braced himself to deal with the impending disaster. “It doesn't make sense... how can a storm move so fast?”

A brief silence followed. “We don't know, Mr. President. This is, of course, an anomaly. However, it still follows a mathematical model and we can track and predict the path of the storm. We speculate that it may cover the entire world within 48 hours. Given the current growth rate, we expect to lose contact with Hawaii in just four hours. Disturbances from the storm will likely shorten the time to two or three hours.”

President Lee closed his eyes and took a deep breath. Then, finding himself quite calm, he beckoned to the aide. “Steven, we need to declare a national emergency. Get everyone here as soon as possible, and be sure to land all flights. Oh, and tell Jan to set up my press team.

"So soon Sir." Steven rushed out of the room. 

President Lee then returned his attention back to the meteorologist. "Doctor... Pollan, right?"

"Yes." Yeah."

"Supplied?"

“Split down and hope for the best, Mr. President. Ever seen 'The Day after tomorrow'?” Pollan asked. 

“Sial... couldn't possibly be that bad, right?”

“I hope not, but you have to prepare for the worst. I suggest that you prepare all emergency services and prepare the national guard for disaster relief.”

"noted. I'll make a few calls now; let me know if anything new comes up, Dr.Pollan.”

“Will be done Mr. President. Good luck," he ended the call. 

Now alone, President Lee slumps back into his chair. “Why me..”.

——

Principality Qua Toyne

April 19, Central Calendar Year 1639, at 8 am

The 6th Wyvern Squadron

Marl Patima lazily looked down at the villages below from his wyvern mountain as the wind blew past him. The clear blue sky offered incredible visibility and added to the atmosphere of tranquility, ignoring the threat of subjugation from the northern Lourian Kingdom. Marl sighed leisurely, enjoying the view. He closed his eyes, letting his wyverns fly across the sky in a predetermined patrol path. 

A faint humming sound entered his ears, but he ignored it. The intensity of the noise increased, eventually disturbing Marl. He opened his eyes, scouring the sky around him in an attempt to find the source of the noise. Not seeing anything, he used his magi-comm to contact his wingman, who was flying in front of him. “Oi, Grant! You hear anything unusual?”

"Ah, are you talking about a buzzing sound?"

"Yes. Where did it come from?”

"I'm not sure, but it's getting louder here."

Before Marl could answer, a startled scream emanated from his magic device. "Give! What the hell's been going on?"

His Wingman stammered reporting, stuttering between breaths as he gasped for breath. “Weird thing! Wings don't flap! Heading towards you!

Marl narrowed his eyes and saw the large winged object approaching quickly. Grant was right; any of these creatures did not have wings that flapped. The creature's grey skin has no meaning, other than the stars adorning its wings, the unreadable typography reading "USAF", and what looks like a flag or emblem on its tail: the: a mix of red, white, and blue from what Marl could see. “Grant, report back to headquarters! The unidentified object was heading towards Maihark; I was chasing!”

"Yes sir!" Reply comes. 

As the object drove past him, Marl was almost thrown. His Wyvern flapped his wings furiously, struggling to maintain balance and height after being knocked out by the current of the object. Marl turned his horse and pointed it at the strange object. "What is that ?" He asked himself. It was much larger than a wyvern, with a wingspan several times larger. On its wings, four windmill-like propellers spun rapidly. As he approached the object, the strange hum from a few minutes earlier became louder, but before he could study the creature further, he stayed away. The object is accelerated, pulling a little while doing it. 

As Marl gawked at the incredible acceleration of that enormous object, he received the communication from the headquarters. “Knight Patima of the Sixth Wyvern Squadron, we have been informed of the current situation. We ruffled the rest of the Sixth Squadron to intercept!” The voice came through the ranks, the cries and shouts of wyverns were heard in the background. 

“HQ, the object accelerated too fast for us. We can't catch up to him!” He said, puzzled that his wyvern, which was moving at high speed, was left in the dust by the object, which had shrunk to a gray spot in the distance. 

“Awlaimed, Knight Patima. Can you give us this thing bearing?

"HQ, that object is roughly 20 miles from the outskirts of Maihark, and is moving at least 200 miles per hour, based on how fast it's moving away from us!"

“We pass on your information now..”

——

Toyne Wyvern Qua Control Tower

“Objek damned! That's too fast; it will reach Maihark even before our unit can be deployed!” An operator slammed his fist into the table. 

“It is worrisome.. Request that all available assets be sent to Maihark at once. Even if we can't be on time, at least we should try it,” replied an officer. “Maihark is ichor the economy of our nation. Should it fall.. I can't even think of the consequences of letting such an event happen!”

The operator nodded, returning to their device. No one wanted to show any hesitation at their task, so they continued to work with the nearest defense installation to ensure the safety of the Maihark. Outside, a pair of wyverns positioned themselves on the runway, their wings folded backwards as they dashed forward. With a strong flutter, they pushed themselves off the ground, soaring into the air. The nearby workers looked at the deployment proudly, having confidence that no enemy could injure them as long as they were defended by the wyvern knights.

——

Maihark Garrison

Captain Inne looked up at the sky, narrowing his eyes at the object reflecting the sunlight. It looked unnatural, with the advanced geometry seen in the design of the object, showing the work of a more technologically advanced state. Maybe even a superpower? No, it's impossible. What will the superpowers do in this part of the world?

“Captain, Sixth Wyvern Squadron reported that they could not engage the object,” said a magicomm operator. 

"So so. Have them defend the defensive line and wait for further instructions, ”he said as he watched the gray object fly over. Inne continued to observe the object curiously, analyzing what details he could see from the ground. 

The object definitely did not resemble the dragon he was familiar with, nor did it move naturally. A more fitting description of the object, he surmised, could be "craft" or "plane". Then, given that only Mu and the Sacred Mirishial Kingdom were able to achieve such technological achievements, that raised the question: why did the superpowers conduct a long reconnaissance all the way here? Everyone in Qua Toyne was already agitated due to the increasing border hostility of the Lourian Kingdom, and the sudden appearance of unidentified aircraft infiltrating their airspace was no guarantee of their safety. 

As more wyvern squadrons arrived to aid the Maihark defense, the object above continued to swirl around the city. With no wyvern even capable of challenging the object, he roamed freely above the sky, seemingly analyzing the city and its harbor. After a while, the thing left, heading out to the high seas. Inne watched him leave with curiosity and confusion; there was no ground in that direction. With Louria in the southwest and Fenn in the north, he wondered if there was undiscovered land in the northeast. 

——

Orange County, California

Samuel Anders stepped out of his house, sipping a cup of coffee while ignoring the damage from the storm. Plastic bags and branches were strewn across his front yard. He frowned at the sight, shaking his head at the chaos. 

"Storm, eh Sam?" A voice called. 

Samuel looked to the left. "Hey Greg," he said, seeing the damage on Greg's side. “Ooo... that's the bad one,” he said as he pointed towards the shattered fence. 

"Yeap, I'll have to spend a little to fix it" Greg urged. “By the way..” he pointed towards Samuel's disheveled hair, which had a horn-shaped patch. "Storms too, right?" He raised an eyebrow, "Or is it a wild night in bed?"

"Well, get your mind out of the gutter, Mr. Kavilson."

Greg chuckles. “So, how about work—”

She was interrupted by Samuel's wife, who leaned out the front door, calling her husband. "Darling! Someone call your office phone!”

Greg. "Mobile service is already reserved?"

Samuel shrugged his shoulders. "Excuse me." He walked up to his wife and headed inside, answering the phone. "Hello, Samuel Anders speaks."

“Happy we can contact you. I'm Steven Esker, calling you on behalf of the President of the United States. Are you alone now?"

"No, let me get into my office very quickly."

"Of course." 

After Samuel closed the door to his office, he got back on the phone. "alright. So, what can I do for the President?”

“You are needed in a diplomatic mission to a new country.”

Samuel leaned forward in his chair, curious. “New country?” He asked, raising an eyebrow. 

"Yes. What I'm going to reveal right now is confidential information, but it's likely to be announced in the next few days, so you can tell your wife. You may want to take a few notes.

Samuel took a notebook from his desk and clicked on his pen, testing it out on paper. "All right, I'm ready."

"I'm sure you have a question as to why the storm disappeared so suddenly."

“Mmhmm, yes.”

“Until now, we knew nothing about the phenomenon, but one thing was certain: right after the storm disappeared and the clouds split, we found ourselves in another world. The stars are not in the right place, we lose communication with our satellites, we lose contact with every other country on Earth, people in Maine see the coastline where they're supposed to see Canada, people in Texas see the ocean when they're supposed to see Mexico, people around can't see the moon anymore, and next. Oh, and the horizon looks a little far away.”

Samuel put his hand to his mouth. "Oh? Very enticing. There's no way this could happen, but now I'm looking to the horizon,” he said as he looked out his window, “Everything looks a bit strange. Looks like I can see more stuff than usual.”

"Yes. Well, we've sent out some surveillance planes to survey the nearby area. Some weather balloons have identified land masses in our west and north, while only the ocean is visible in the east. One of these reconnaissance flights has just been reported back, and it appears they are in contact with an unknown civilization. The land does not resemble any known region on Earth, and the civilization inhabiting the land is reported to be primitive. I'll send some photos to your email.”

Samuel checked his computer and tapped on his desk, refreshing the page. The bell rings, signifying a notice. He opened the message and analyzed the photos, gazing at the medieval architecture and layout of the city in mild shock. He read the folder carefully, finding more pictures of medieval countryside and walled cities as he listened to Steven's lectures. 

“These photos were taken an hour ago. Unfortunately, this was the only high-resolution image the pilot could obtain, as he was being chased by something that looked like a dragon. Sure enough, the dragons were clearly drawn inside the map. In the photo, a row of twelve winged reptiles take a position under the plane, their mouths open. Surprisingly, orange light pulsed from their mouths, as if preparing some sort of long-range attack.

“Hmm..” says Samuel. “Interesting... although they look more like wyverns than dragons, yes?”

“Beating me. I don't know the classification of fantasy species. Anyway, the reason why I called you today is to tell you that you will make first contact with this civilization. You will meet with the Seventh Fleet and head to the port city we have identified in the photo.

“Seventh Fleet? Aren't they in Japan? Does that mean Japan is here?”

"Umm, no," Steven replied, the uncertainty clearly visible in his tone. “I don't know why, but the Seventh Fleet found themselves and their naval base on a new island off the coast of California. The same is true of our other bases in Europe and elsewhere. Appear on new islands near our coast. Weird, huh?”

“Yes, that's pretty weird. What about Alaska and Hawaii? And territory? Guam?”

“It turns out they are here with us too. Alaska is just north of us, like an island that floats right above us. Hawaii is a little closer to us, but it looks like they are in a place where the climate is still the same.”

"Huh. For God's sake why did this happen..?” Samuel nodded to himself. 

“Part of His plan?” advice Steven. 

"Hmm maybe. Anything else I should know about my upcoming mission?

“Umm, we sent some linguists and historians with you. Maybe they will have an insight into their culture, to help your approach.”

"Hmm okay. Where do you need me to go?

“Pack your bags, Mr. Ambassador. You're going to San Diego. Being at the naval base at 1:00.”

"alright. I will be there, and thank the President for choosing me to take part in this mission.”

“Of course, I'll tell him. May your trip be pleasant, Mr. Ambassador.”

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