Falmart. Paradise Valley. 1 AEE. 665 imperial time.

Robert Bumaro looked out into the valley. They had already spent 2 days in this new land and the construction on paradise city was underway. A couple of cabins had sprung up.

Like in their fight against the foundation of his organization the church of the broken god had gotten the internet up (The church can get the internet up in places with no internet.)

He and the remnants of the church had successfully already brought new members in from the civilians. This land had been blessed by Mekhane. Churches would be sprung up and the land would see a new rise in technology like never seen before.

Every night they would gather at their makeshift church to thank Mekhane for humanity's salvation. The gate could have only been made by a savior of human kind anyways.

While Robert used to be displeased at the non believers and tanks who didn't see the truth of Mekhane in this fight for survival he had grown to respect the non believers and their gods. As long as they didn't worship a false god that wasn't benevolent he was fine with them.

He greatly enjoyed the feeling of the wind on the few parts of him that were still flesh. He stayed there for hours enjoying the simple wind and air. He missed this greatly. The foundation had constantly tried to tamper with the air quality in Ganzir. Most cities were polluted even before the Great War of human survival. But this was fresh air. It smelled lovely.

One of his fellow church members walked up to him. "Speak." Robert said. "An unknown force had been watching us. Stalking us. Ever since we have left the hill we have been followed. More eyes will be on us." Said the disciple. "I'm aware of this. I can sense a great unease among the civilians and other GOIs. We may feel it stronger since we have Mekhanes blessing but they, like us, have been in a constant state of survival since the foundation dogs attacked humanity just 9 months ago. Even a paradise like this land has its threats. But we will face them." Robert said calmly and determined. "Yes sir." Responded the disciple.

Once the disciple had left Robert looked out into the sky. "Haven't we had enough hardships, Mekhane? Please spare us from whatever follows us." He whispered in fear.

Falmart. Imperial palace. 665.

Molt sat through another day of bickering in the senate. The war against the warrior bunnies had reached a painful stalemate. Sadera hadn't scored a single meaningful victory since the war had begun.

His son Zorzal was off campaigning in warrior bunny territory and his march on the Bunnies capital had been utterly slowed down by him trying to take as many slaves as he could. If he kept up his antics he would reach the capital in around 4 months but by that point it would have been winter and the bunnies would have simply used the winter blizzards to leave the capital and evade his armies.

Molt by this point would be more than happy to have gone to slap some sense into his son (literally) but was throw off completely when the main plan of trapping the bunnies in a valley in the only mountain range in the west prairies (main homeland of the warrior bunnies) had backfired as the bunnies avoided the valley completely.

This lead to many imperial soldiers not wanting to go investigate in the belief that that red dragon was nesting in the valley. This then lead to desertions as men didn't want to be on the battlefield since a battle risked waking up the dragon.

This was a massive and chaotic mess. As eager as he was in getting rid of the rumors by sending an expedition into the valley Bru what if it was true. He didn't want to go down in history as another king who woke up the red dragon from its slumber leading to wrath and ruin onto Sadera.

The war with the bunnies would have to be briefly paused. He would send scouts into the valley to see if the rumors were true. Then it hit him. His daughter Pina and her rose order liked playing soldier. This would be their first real assignment. He knew his daughter wasn't as reckless as his son so she wouldn't go charging head first into the valley and would at least take a semi cautious approach.

With this set in stone all he had to do was find out where she and her little friends were.

Falmart. Warrior bunny capital. 665 imperial time.

Throughout the week Tyuule had been receiving near constant reports of the newcomers and what they had been doing in dragon teeth's valley from Delilah.

Several of her warriors had panicked and thought the newcomers were the emissaries of Emory sent to punish them for the lack of fighting that had occurred in the war but this wasn't the cause of course.

Tyuule was left with now 2 problems to tackle. The imperial invasion had actually stopped but imperial troops still stayed in the forts they had built in her territory and the new dimmers who had these supposed horseless carriages and other strange contraptions.

Delilah had suggested baiting the imperials into attacking them. This was a sound plan as it would drag them into a war with Sadera and give her people a fighting chance. The one issue with this plan was if the plan failed one the newcomers would ally themselves with the empire after realizing that they were being used as a pawn in the war or two the imperials didn't fall for the bait and simply said put as they were doing for the past week and nothing was achieved on both sides.

Then there was the much scarier option. She had some idea that these newcomers weren't from here and probably came from the Deep South. She had absolutely no idea how they would react to her kind. It was tempting as going with Delilah's plan was a dangerous gamble.

The lack of information on these newcomers drove her crazy. They had arrived and simply settled in the middle of her territory as she and her people fought for survival as a species.

Another question that rippled across her head was why did they come here? The land was beautiful, sure but based on what she heard, all of the newcomers were human, which made the valley so appeasing to them. There weren't many gold deposits or iron in the mountains like most that ran along her peoples land. It's like they saw it from a distance and decide "You know what let's head there."

Should she send emissaries to meet them? Could an alliance be established? She had been thrusted into the role of queen at the age of 19 and a year later the Empire had invaded the gods testing her will and resolve. She would see it through to the end. She decided to take a rather bold step. She would lead several of her warriors on the full moon to have first contact with the newcomers.

This meeting might change the fate of her species and if not she could at least see what kind of people these newcomers were.

Falmart. Paradise Valley (Remnants of earth's humans name for dragon teeth's Valley). 1 AEE. 665 imperial calendar.

The Engineer sat in his office. He had become the unofficial leader of what remained of humanity. Al fine would have been proud of him. It was funny he always hated the Gocks (Nickname for the GOC) but he now found himself looking up to their leader. May she read in peace.

Day by day the remnants of humanity settled in this new land and began to build a city in this Valley touched by god. A week had passed and this little nation they had been building needed a name. Throughout the week Robert Buramo and the leader of what remained of the GOC one Lieutenant Mathew Clark had discussed merging the 3 organizations into one large army. This proved difficult and confusing; it was then decided that each organization would be its own military branch.

The GOC, which had been slowly increasing from 500 remaining men to 10,000 through the training and recruitment of soldiers from the remnants of earth's militaries, would be the main infantry force of humanity's defense force.

His insurgency would be a branch that specified infiltration, interrogation, and assassination. The insurgency had incorporated members of the CIA and Taliban into their mix. The church would act as the civilian guard. They would use their tech to protect the civilians and to also advance agriculture so hunting wouldn't be required to gather food.

While he had never been the religious type some higher power decided that when they forced the gate open it would open in this beautiful paradise.

Before he went to bed he got on his knees and prayed. "To whatever higher power exists. May you ensure humanity's success in this new frontier for religion and humanity. May we March through whatever challenges life throws at us. May we face any danger head on and without fear. May the foundation never find this place. In the name of this higher power May we humanity live to see several thousands of years in this new land. May Al Fine and the Global Occult Coalitions sacrifice at Ganzir not be in Vain."

He finished his prayer. Jesus he had poured his heart out into this. He got in bed and went to sleep without regrets.