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We cleanse the dark so humanity can sleep at night- Mathew Clark's current director of the GOC

Every time the remnants of earths humanity fight a conflict at the end of it I'll make a chapter dedicated to its historical impact on Falmart. Imagine it like a Wikipedia article on a war.

The GOI- Warrior bunny war. This war is also called the 10 day war.

Time frame: July 22nd of 1 AEE to August 2nd of 1 AEE. (AEE stands for after earths end)

Bellagrante's: Several warrior bunny tribes vs GOC, Chaos Insurgency, Church of the broken god.

Strength: Warrior bunnies fielded an army of around 4,000 warriors though most saw limited evolvement due to the warrior bunnies current war with the empire.

GOC had around 60,000 personell but all but 500 of these were soldiers from earths remaining military forces that were integrated into the GOC. For the chaos insurgency only 100 insurgents saw active combat and participated in infiltration. For the church 400 followers play an active role in combat.

Commanders: Queen Tyuule (21 years old) and Delihah (25 years old) leading rouge Elements vs Commanded Mathew Clark's (28 years old) of the GOC, The Engineer (age is unknown) , Robert Bumaro (possibly hundreds of years old.)

Losses in the conflict: 234 warrior bunnies terminated by the GOIs a further 12 warrior bunny civilians were killed.

7 GOC personnel killed (6 killed in new Portland one killed in village 13V, 4 insurgents killed ( these 2 were killed in the battle of fire base Miles. The others were killed in minor raids), 42 civilians killed (all of the 42 were killed in the battle of New Portland.)

Result: Warrior bunnies complete capitulation, Delihah starts a guerrilla campaign agianst the GOIs, total Annexation of warriors bunny lands by GOIs, start of the industrialization of bunny territory, Tyuule forced off throne, all warrior bunny given citizenship by the GOC. GOIs find maps of Falmart.

Affects throughout Sadera: The GOC is logo is recognized as the logo of earths remnants by emperor Molt. Sadera begins rapid mobilization. Pro war faction gains traction in the senate. The GOIs begin to eye their northern neighbor the dwarves.

Here are the national soundtracks of each of the GOIs.



GOC: the fall of Ganzir.





https://youtu.be/u4fsXAeun4w

Chaos insurgency: Duplicity and disillusion.



https://youtu.be/boU3xBYcJm4

Church of the broken god

https://youtu.be/YBZbbpmIFJI



Falmart. GOIs HQ. 1 AEE.

"As we all know operation blackout was a complete and overwhelming success. To further this the church has already expanded on its operations to convert the non believers." Said Robert Bumaro. "Now that we got ourselves a map of the continent we are in we can now eye our northern neighbor these so called dwarves." He continued as unrolled the map and pointed at the dwarves' kingdom.

"And just what are you suggesting we do to these dwarves?" Said the Engineer, raising an eyebrow. "If you are suggesting an invasion just for the sake of expanding your little cyborgs group we'll have to stop you there." Continued the engineer sighing at Robert's antics.

"No, no. I mean we form an alliance and slowly incorporate them into our influence. And if these dwarves are anything like the ones of mythology they are hard workers and great with metal. We have already found a great people we can....use... for when our industrialization begins." Robert said slyly.

"Look, an alliance would be good. We don't want to be seen as a hostile force in general though we aren't going to use them, they have their own rights just as anyone. Also we aren't going to be using them as cheap labor cause how would we even convince them to do that. Also your suggestions keep making me question your morals." Clark said glaring at robert.

"I agree with you that an alliance to give ourselves a more positive light in this new world is a good thing. We also must talk about the eastern giant. The Sadera empire is huge and we lack the knowledge on them. Based on interviews with the bunnies they are an expansionist power. Meaning that war with them is highly possible." Said the engineer as he pointed at Sadera on the map.

Clark sighed as he eyed Sadera on the map. "So we might get into another god dam war. Might as well send your insurgents on infiltration and intelligence gathering missions." Clark said. "I can get some operatives available for infiltration operations." The Engineer said. He then eyed Clair who was taking out a cigarette to smoke. "Do that outside please when we are done." He said calmly. "Sorry, sorry." Clark said, putting out his cigarette.

"So is the plan to prepare for war with the empire while allying ourselves with the dwarves to keep a good imagine among the people of this world?" Robert asked.

"Yes. We will also begin sending in chaos insurgency agents to infiltrate their ranks and plant sleepers agents. The GOC on its part will also send in agents to encourage the many slaves the empire has into revolting and also arm them with some of the melee weapons the church uses due to how powerful they are." Said Clark. "We wouldn't mind lending you some of our weaker melee weapons." Robert shrugged his metallic shoulders.

"So our plan is set then." The Engineer said. "Yes it is." Said Clark.

"Clark, prepare a diplomatic force to contact the dwarves. Other than that, the meeting was dismissed." Said the Engineer as the 3 men went their separate ways.

Falmart. Paradise city. 1 AEE.

I had the task of gathering a diplomatic force for our mission to establish an alliance with the dwarves. It was certainly an interesting task. The main goal of this as laid out by the engineer was to not make ourselves out to be a hostile power.

I was more than willing to help in this. Less war, less of my men had to die. While our losses were minimal the GOC had still lost 7 men. 7 men's whose families I had to write letters informing of their son's deaths. The Engineer had the luxury of not having to do this for the chaos insurgency since the chaos insurgency recruited individuals with no known family or orphans.

The human population based on reports had now reached 2.3 million people and would be boosted by an additional 20,000 if the warrior bunnies were fully integrated into our society.

Other than assembling a diplomatic team my next task was to ensure our border with Sadera was strengthened as we had gain an extra 500 kilometers of land (310 miles) by annexing the warriors bunnies. Most of the land in question was just forest, rolling fields, and meadows.

We had around 100 tons of building material mostly made by our replicators entering warrior bunny territory per day so we could slowly begin to expand their former capital and turn it into a true city.

Medicine for STDs and other sexual viruses were being distributed as well due to the high amounts of warrior bunny's who and these due to of course living in a medieval society where conditions weren't the cleanest and most healthy.

We had even set up a small medical ward to begin dealing with the many viruses of this reality.

The occupation had been running smoothly other than minor skirmishes with warrior bunny guerrilla bands that refused to submit to us. While these could have been dealt with rather easily we had better things to do. We would focus on them once the Sadera empire was dealt with when they would inevitably come after us.

Based on reports on this empire they were only slightly more advanced than the bunnies and had tamed dragons. The only part about the empire that considered us were the dragons as we had little to no idea how powerful they were. Could they take out one of our Raptors? These were questions for another day. I had to get the diplomatic team set up.

What things complicated was the fact that the dwarves had their own language though Latin was a secondary language. Either way we wanted to make a good impression so we tried to gather any info on their language so the diplomatic team and I could learn it.

We managed to get a few transcripts from the libraries that the warrior bunnies had. Though it wasn't plentiful knowing some basic dwarfish and understanding it would help us gain their trust.

The diplomatic team I had chosen was made up of 2 representatives of the church, 2 from the insurgency, and one from the civilian government we had set up for the warrior bunnies. I decided to personally represent the GOC in our first true diplomatic endeavor in this new reality.

I wondered what the dwarven kingdom would look like. Sure we were in a fantasy reality but it would be dumb to jump to assumptions that it would look like your typical dwarven stronghold in Tolkiens books. I guess I would have to wait and see.

Falmart. Imperial palace. 665 imperial time.

Zorzal walked along the halls of the palace in deep thought. Why had his father been such a coward? The imperial legions even when not at full strength could knock out any enemy. They had bravely faced the warrior bunny's and when they retreated they retreated like lions.

The imperial legions were in every way superior to this supposed unknown force. If he was incharge he would have lead his legions into a glorious offensive that would crash into the unknown force and bring it to its knees.

This unknown force had denied him much and he was very bitter about it. They had denied him his prize Tyuule, they had denied him any chance of going immediately after the dwarves and their sweet, sweet gold.

Had these unknowns not gotten in the way he would be making love to Tyuule in a golden palace made of melted dwarven gold.

They had taken everything from him. Zorzal would do whatever he could in his power to get his father to attack sooner. We would reclaim Tyuule from those unknown savages and ride in like a hero. A liberator.

Yes, that is exactly what he wanted.

Falmart. Warrior bunny capital. 1 AEE (The imperial calendar for the bunnies was replaced with the GOC calendar.)

The organizations she now knew as the GOC, the chaos insurgency, and the church of the broken god had been surprisingly merciful with her people and her. Tyuule watched as day by day they brought all sorts of wonders to her people.

The capital was growing day by day. They brought with them strange pills that helped cure all diseases (These are the GOCs successful replications of scp 500 pills that can cure any and all diseases in just 2 hours once taken.).

The organizations on their part had also upheld their promises and strangely had begun to consider the warrior bunnies fellow humans. It was most likely because her kind had a lot in common with humans on the physical side.

Life in the capital itself wasn't bad. The GOC had worked on building proper streets and roads for the capital and had brought in engineering teams full of materials and supplies to begin construction on new houses.

The food that the organizations brightened with them was incredibly tasty. She was currently having what they call coffee and it gave her a kind of energy boost she had never felt before. It wasn't uncommon to see some personnel from each of their respective groups handing out their rations to the children. (No sweets were brought over from Ganzir due to the rushed evacuation so they couldn't bring any desserts of sorts. So soldiers hand out their rations to kids which taste very good to the rabbits since it's better than medieval food.)

She had learned over time the language they spoke with the help of the translator robots the church of the broken god has. Ok the topic of the church they had created wonders with their technology. They had used a magic of some sorts to make crops riper and grow faster.

Their gods didn't sound that bad. Some of her people had already converted to their religion. They worshiped a god called Mekhane who sacrificed his body to contain the god Yaldabaoth who wanted to turn humans into mindless beasts of destruction.

While she didn't fully believe this tale she understood why several in her tribe were drawn to this. It is better to worship a god who wants the best for your people than one who will strike you down if you break just one of their rules. Also it came with the perks of becoming a half metal half organic being. It gives you more strength and intelligence.

She had already begun to see some of her former warriors now have metal arms, legs, and glowing yellow metallic eyes.

Life was rapidly changing for her and her people. It seemed for the better.

Falmart. Sadera. 1 AEE.

Manroe gestures to his insurgents to move up. They dashed across the dark alleyways as the moon shone brightly in the sky. He then came across his intended target. "Slavers up ahead. Slicers on." He said quietly. His men rapidly followed his lead. Slicers were put on their pistols.

Monroe took careful aim and shot down the 2 slavers and gestured his men to advance. One of his guys chloroformed a nearby guard before slitting the guards throat with a knife. "This is Blackhawk we got the slaves in our site should we enact protocol Hati (Give the slaves weapons and cause a riot in the city causing a general slave revolt weakening the people's belief that the imperial legions can protect them.) or protocol Tubman (Help the slaves escape.) high command." asked Manroe on the radio.

There was a pause before he got a response. "Enact protocol Tubman protocol Hati is only to be enacted when we are on the brink of war with Sadera." High command responded. "Understood. Black Hawk over and out." Monroe said. "Protocol Tubman has been enacted to free the slaves and link up with the GOC agents. Let's move." He whispered to his men as they began to unlock the cages with the slaves inside.

The slaves slightly panicked but trust was rapidly gained through the use of cooperative chemicals thrown into the cells which got the slaves to instantly cooperate with us. They didn't have the time to simply gain their trust; this had to be a quick escape.

With the slaves now fully cooperating due to the use of the chemicals he and his men lead them outside the capital's western district. They got on the walls killed off the guards swiftly and helped the slaves repel down the walls with them.

After a quick run into the forests near the capital they were picked up by GOC helicopters and flown away. It was a clean and cut mission and 39 slaves had been freed.

Falmart. Clark's apartment. 1 AEE.

I was awoken by a telephone call. I fell off the bed and hit my head much to my annoyance. One could never get any good fucking sleep these days. I answered the phone. "Sir, we'd like to inform you that our first infiltration into Sadera was a success; we have freed 39 slaves." Said one of his men. While I was pissed off for my sleep being ruined this was good news either way.

"Glad to hear that our first infiltration was a success, to keep up the good work and arrange housing for the former slaves." I said trying to maintain a not sleepy voice. "Yessir." They responded before hanging up.

Jesus Christ another night of sleep my fucking sleep ruined. I was still having nightmares of Portland and Ganzir and it made sleeping hell but at least I got some form of sleep but fucking getting woken up at 2 am wasn't any better.

I headed to the bathroom to take a good look at myself. I wore a simple white shirt and shorts which had been pretty much my pajamas ever since we got out of Ganzir. I had a beard which I needed to shave. I always take off my eyepatch before I go to sleep. It was just something I did instinctually since I was in my apartment which was my safe space so no one would get freaked out by my empty eye socket.

I began to shave off my beard with one of my combat knives I had grabbed. I cut myself a bit but it wasn't that bad. Why the fuck I didn't use a damn shaver I'll never know.

While I didn't mind the idea of having a beard I was still in my 20s (the MC is 28 if you'd didn't already know) and had decided that I'd rather grow a beard in my 40s than in my prime.

I had finally found Antidepressants that semi worked. I took one of them. If the foundation hadn't terminated scp 999 and he was with us at Ganzir I would have saved him to help all those others suffering with the same thing as me.

Jesus all this went back to Ganzir and the foundation huh. Wish those fuck heads had been strikes down by god before they could have tried fucking ending the world. How many of my brothers did we leave behind in Ganzir when we escaped. How many people did we leave behind on earth when things went to shit in Ganzir and we escaped.

I don't want to think about it. The main reason I had decided to represent the GOC when go pay the dwarves a visit was just so I could get these thoughts out of my head. I needed to busy myself with shit so I wouldn't go back to Ganzir and Portland.

It was fucking hell. Either overwork yourself or have nightmares. Which one was fucking better. God I wish I knew the answer.