"Get your ass in! We're heading in!" The sergeant almost couldn't be heard over the sound of the AGR-400 helicopter taking off, a boxy craft of the budding nation of Insil.
You were drafted among the weak nation and much of your equipment was knock-off brands of more powerful nations or even nearly forty years ago. The modern world of Arret knew the year as 4032, where nearly two thousand of it had been in the dark ages where magic had been rumored to exist well beyond recorded dates. No proof had ever been found, but it was a world of those who believed.
So when a portal appeared in Insil, the military was mobilized to investigate if this was really part of those ancient legends. You were on that helicopter... you were part of the first ones through. That was five months ago.
And the portal closed four months ago.
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Camp Acre was quiet, the fencing rusted and the towers manned not with spotlights but with torches. The metal deployable structures of Insil that made it through seemed oddly fitted for the more archaic lighting capabilities. Thankfully, some tricky placement ensured they kept their camp well-protected.
The world of Tarre was wild, the forest around the camp cleared for nearly a mile to have built all of the structures that made the camp secure. One local village had been assimilated last month at the roughest point, the women now acting as whores to entertain the soldiers of Insil. They worked the land to the instructions of some specialists, but the soldiers of the Insil Armed Forces provided protection. It made them more feudal than a Republic as they had once been.
There was no help coming... and things were hard. There was no gas anymore, the two tanks of the camp silent atop their highest ground. Their turrets were handpowered, their optics the only powered parts to them. Solar panels kept the base's minimal power needs well-met, the beginnings of windmill rigging being done to a few of the taller buildings of the camp. A mix of modern power with more achievable wind was what kept their fridges running, their personal lighting on... the AC, the luxuries. There was talk that the portal was being mastered for care packages, that it was still open to some degree on the other side... but luxuries were little to you.
You step out of the shower, the running water one of the finer luxuries that were set-up and kept operative in this medieval-like world. The bunk's whore, a redhead human-like girl who stood five feet and seven inches tall with fair skin and blue eyes, was sitting nude with her shoulder-length hair swept over her right shoulder. A spoil of war, she had been marked with your squad's logo... but when they were wiped out last month, when you lost the last AGR-400 to malfunction, you were left the sole owner of them. You'd never really known your squadmates, their possessions accommodated to the camp's supply. That meant a bunk intended for twelve was now your own lofty home... it wasn't like the commanding officers wanted it. The lighting was poor and the bed small... even with all that space, their rooms had big beds and often a pair of girls to fuck.
You had essentially a slave, something unknown but required in this type of place where a translator and a sex toy was needed. You had a big bunk that could seem pretty empty with only your bed and the whore resting on it waiting for you. And as you looked at the mirror, you couldn't help but remind yourself.
Your fate was to be lost to this world... Tarre would be your home. Untapped and with only humans, the magic that opened this portal can't help but make you wonder what else lies out there. Will you become something more than what you could have been at Insil and on Errat? Or will you meet some cruel fate like death as many of your comrades had? Or, perhaps, something worse? Only time would tell.
You were drafted among the weak nation and much of your equipment was knock-off brands of more powerful nations or even nearly forty years ago. The modern world of Arret knew the year as 4032, where nearly two thousand of it had been in the dark ages where magic had been rumored to exist well beyond recorded dates. No proof had ever been found, but it was a world of those who believed.
So when a portal appeared in Insil, the military was mobilized to investigate if this was really part of those ancient legends. You were on that helicopter... you were part of the first ones through. That was five months ago.
And the portal closed four months ago.
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Camp Acre was quiet, the fencing rusted and the towers manned not with spotlights but with torches. The metal deployable structures of Insil that made it through seemed oddly fitted for the more archaic lighting capabilities. Thankfully, some tricky placement ensured they kept their camp well-protected.
The world of Tarre was wild, the forest around the camp cleared for nearly a mile to have built all of the structures that made the camp secure. One local village had been assimilated last month at the roughest point, the women now acting as whores to entertain the soldiers of Insil. They worked the land to the instructions of some specialists, but the soldiers of the Insil Armed Forces provided protection. It made them more feudal than a Republic as they had once been.
There was no help coming... and things were hard. There was no gas anymore, the two tanks of the camp silent atop their highest ground. Their turrets were handpowered, their optics the only powered parts to them. Solar panels kept the base's minimal power needs well-met, the beginnings of windmill rigging being done to a few of the taller buildings of the camp. A mix of modern power with more achievable wind was what kept their fridges running, their personal lighting on... the AC, the luxuries. There was talk that the portal was being mastered for care packages, that it was still open to some degree on the other side... but luxuries were little to you.
You step out of the shower, the running water one of the finer luxuries that were set-up and kept operative in this medieval-like world. The bunk's whore, a redhead human-like girl who stood five feet and seven inches tall with fair skin and blue eyes, was sitting nude with her shoulder-length hair swept over her right shoulder. A spoil of war, she had been marked with your squad's logo... but when they were wiped out last month, when you lost the last AGR-400 to malfunction, you were left the sole owner of them. You'd never really known your squadmates, their possessions accommodated to the camp's supply. That meant a bunk intended for twelve was now your own lofty home... it wasn't like the commanding officers wanted it. The lighting was poor and the bed small... even with all that space, their rooms had big beds and often a pair of girls to fuck.
You had essentially a slave, something unknown but required in this type of place where a translator and a sex toy was needed. You had a big bunk that could seem pretty empty with only your bed and the whore resting on it waiting for you. And as you looked at the mirror, you couldn't help but remind yourself.
Your fate was to be lost to this world... Tarre would be your home. Untapped and with only humans, the magic that opened this portal can't help but make you wonder what else lies out there. Will you become something more than what you could have been at Insil and on Errat? Or will you meet some cruel fate like death as many of your comrades had? Or, perhaps, something worse? Only time would tell.