Eclipse - Special Operations in Another World

Episode 2

"Well!"

I immediately woke up from sleep, trying to sit while holding my head.

Shit, another nightmare? Can one night be without nightmares?!

Then where is this?

I felt the ears buzzing loudly, like the sound of the drone engine sounding from inside the cabin. I rubbed my eyes slowly and looked around. I held my breath for a moment, wiped my forehead soaked in cold sweat and remembered what had happened a few hours ago.

Ah yes! I am currently in the cabin of a transport plane, sitting on a bench hugging a heavy backpack containing various equipment and personal needs.

Being on this plane is quite cold, especially if I am the only one in the cabin. My Type 3 striped uniform made of cotton and vinyl is not enough to withstand the cold.

I tried to sleep, but it didn't work. Wh why? Because the bootlegger tuned the music out loud.

Some folks are born made to wave the flag

Ooh, they're red, white and blue

And when the band plays "Hail to the chief"

Ooh, they point the cannon at you, Lord

It ain't me, it ain't me, I ain't no senator's son, son

It ain't me, it ain't me; I ain't no fortune one, no

I like pretty much the Vietnam War era rock song, it's probably one of the genres I like the most. However, if played while wanting to sleep still irritated.

In addition, many thoughts that make it difficult for me to sleep again. Lost aircraft, weapons of mass destruction, Joint Task Force, and otherworldly exploration.

I recalled the explanation that happened 6 months ago, exactly a week after I returned from Iraq....

*****

"Lieutenant, do you know what's on that plane?"

"No, sir!"

Answer me while sitting up straight, staring at one of the 2 men sitting across from the meeting table in front of me. The figure of a middle-aged man was sturdy and tall. He was wearing a Flecktarn Type III uniform, the same one I am wearing right now. The difference is only found in the rank symbol engraved on the collar.

Colonel Hideo Suzuki. He is the commander of the Special Forces Group, a special unit under the JGSDF or the Japanese Ground Self-Defense Force. The most elite special unit in the JSDF chain of command. The unit where my father and I served.

The two brown eyeballs looked at me sharply, before giving a surprising answer. "The aircraft contained nuclear-armed intercontinental ballistic missiles and chemical weapons that NATO special forces captured from North Korea's military facilities."

Hearing that, I could only restrain myself from letting out a stunned expression, putting on a flat face.

At 1232 hours of Japanese Standard Time, ATC lost contact with a C-5 Galaxy cargo plane operated by JASDF, Japan Air Self-Defense Force. The exact cause is unknown and is still under investigation. Also, there were reports from BMKG that there had been a magnetic storm and solar eclipse in the North Pacific Ocean.

The superiors assume the cause of the disappearance of the plane is, because the plane was teleported to another world. I initially thought this might just be an ugly joke, but April 1st is still a long way off. I also thought maybe the Minister's father or whoever the General wrote the warrant while drunk and after reading the Isekai-style Light Novel. However, Colonel Suzuki's facial expressions did not say so and in fact, they showed some evidence of the existence of the world. Makes me even less trusting of this.

Right on the table in front of me, there were some reports about the composition of the gases that make up the world's atmosphere - Nitrogen, Oxygen, and Argon, as well as one unknown gas, what scientists say is non-toxic - and the photos of the world's landmass taken from drones - that look similar to Earth, are just greener and more beautiful. 

"If we can get those weapons of mass destruction, we have evidence that North Korea is dangerous so that we can change the contents of Article 9 of the Japanese Constitution to increase the strength of the Martial Forces. In addition, our members are also on the plane. There's no way we're gonna let them just disappear."

So it is. The government's only goal is to take back the plane. It was just us, the soldiers who were thinking of searching for the members, no, our missing brothers.

The bespectacled foreign man sitting next to Colonel Suzuki continued his words.

"Not to mention, we also found some kind of settlement there. The atmosphere also allows life to exist. But we didn't know if the natives were friendly or not, so we wouldn't risk sending civilians there."

Michael Matter's. Director and founder of private military company CROWS or 'Conventional warfare, Recon Operation, and Weapon Specialist'. Companies currently hired by the American government - maybe the CIA or the NSA, I thought - to help solve the mystery of the plane's disappearance.

I nodded slowly. I tried to stay focused on the conversation, although my mind kept guessing who this person was curious about. Behind the plain-looking short side black hair and the neat office suit he was wearing, I could see the mysterious look behind those glasses....

Not important. This guy's counter-intelligence and background check, it's already set up, not my job. I threw the curiosity out the window and asked. "How can I get there?"

"You will be parachuted through an improvised Super Hercules aircraft at altitudes above thirty-five thousand feet. A box as big as a table will also be fielded with you. The box contains items you will need such as weapons, ammunition, food, clothing, medical materials, and other supplies."

Colonel Suzuki took a short pause before continuing.

"Your main mission is to find the plane and secure it. Your second mission is to find out if there's a survivor on that plane and give us information about the environment there including signs of life."

I opened the file Michael gave me and searched for information about the plane. Cargo he carries.howitzer cannon, mortar, soviet and chinese made weapons such as Kalashnikova series, gas mask, CBRN shirt[CBRN = Chemical, Biological, Radiological, and Nuclear, etc, or in the terms of the Indonesian National Army 'Nubika'(Nuclear, Biological, and Chemical).], and some mortar shells of various types.

All the weapons the plane was carrying might be able to wipe one third world country off the map. Danger if the wrong hand finds it first.

"How do I find the plane?"

The colonel showed three fingers.

"There are 3 ways. First, the Flight Recorder was attached to a beacon. You will be equipped with a sensor that can not only detect the heartbeat but also can detect the beacon. Unfortunately, it was still a prototype and could not function fully. Second, you are allowed to ask the locals if there are people there. But you cannot tell who you are, who you work with, or what your purpose is. And lastly, we'll help give you information from the reconnaissance satellites, if we can."

Colonel Suzuki crossed his arms and leaned into his chair.

"Of course, you won't be assigned alone. You will work with two other operators from DEVGRU United States and SAS United Kingdom. In other words, this is a joint operation of SFGp, DEVGRU, and SAS."

So I'll work with Linggis and Mamarika? Hmm, okay.

"But unfortunately, we can't send any reinforcements to you because we haven't found a way to get there without the help of a solar eclipse. Another reason for this operation is highly classified, and sending ranpur and air support can reveal secrecy. So if something happens, it's your problem."

"So how long do I have to be there?"

"I think a few months, or maybe a year. The time cannot be predicted. And you can only contact us when we call you first."

For the last time, he asked.

"No sir!"

"Good." The Colonel said with a smile. "You will be trained up to a week before the solar eclipse that will occur a year later. You will be sent to Homey Airport in Limited Area 4808N, Nevada for transportation."

They both stood up from the chair.

"All right, you can go."

"Ready!"

I stood up straight and saluted them. After they lowered their hands, I lowered my head for a moment.

"Excuse me!"

I slowly walked out of the room with row-lined steps.

*****

"Telolet! The telolet! Ohayou morning, LT! We have arrived!"

That damn pilot's scream woke me up from the daydream. Dog. Can he scream louder so that my eardrum is destroyed?!

I closed the Light Novel that had been open in my lap - whether I had read it or not - and put it in .

After the plane landed perfectly and stopped in front of the hangar, I stepped out of the plane.

Welcome to Restricted Area 4808 North, Nevada, United States of good old America, Government Property Class.yes, just call it Area 51, they hide aliens and UFOs that crashed a few years ago. Whether it's true or not, I'm here just for transportation, not to prove conspirashit theory. I'm too smart to believe that. Not to be arrogant, but my brother who is otaku sableng also does not believe in it.

I looked around me there were a lot of American soldiers walking to and fro. Some of them looked at me as they passed by. Maybe because of the green striped uniform I was wearing, it was much different from the brown desert striped uniform they were wearing. I might look like a stray red ant among a herd of black ants.

I wanted to ask them where the army barracks were, before someone called me from behind.

"Hajime?"

I'm sure it's an American with a Texas accent, but how does he know my first name. I know some Americans.Wait a minute, don't-don't...

"Nate?"

All I saw was the face of a mixture of white and arab skin with blonde hair and a pair of sapphire eyes. The AOR1 digital desert striped uniform he wore was blown off several times. He stupefied me before grinning and clutching me tightly.

"Haha! Muh dawg's! Long time no see."

He took off his arms and turned my body.

"You okay? Still intact? No new or-" holes"

"Relax, I'm fine, kyodai."

Nathaniel Pitts, this American was my childhood friend since Junior High. He had moved to Japan when his father, who was also from the Navy, served in Tokyo. He was indeed a bit rude, cherry, and also a Wibu. Even so he is very clever and smart to get along. I served with him in Luminia when he was in SEAL Team 4. I can't believe he's getting into DEVGRU. Because even though he wasn't as good as my brother - who was somehow accepted into Harvard and graduated cum laude - he spoke and acted like an idiot.

"You haven't changed at all in 4 years!" With a cheerful face Nate noticed the patch on my backpack. "You still wear it? Sidewinder does have good taste, huh?"

After he commented, Nate lowered his head for a moment of quieting withstanding the grief. I patted him on the shoulder many times.

"Oh yes, our Commander is waiting, come on!" Take the blond-haired young man while embracing me from one hand.

I followed him walking towards the barracks.

"And don't forget, call me 'Muse'! Okay?"

Hah, I've been expecting him not to change the name of the password. Weeaboo. Actually I've forgotten where I know the derogatory terms for 'my own' abroad. Whether it's from sites like 4chan, reddit, 9gag, or maybe from association with foreign troops when I was in Luminia or the Middle East. As a member of the special forces who had served in almost all parts of the world gave me quite a lot of insight, both good and bad.

After a few minutes of walking we finally reached the barracks. The name of the barracks must be full of people and crowded. The hallway of the building was completely devoid of decorations, there was only a gray plain wall. The doors of many rooms have been eroded eaten by termites. The view here is stressful. At least Muse said we got single beds, instead of Marines stacked up like steamed sardines.

Muse knocked on the door of the room I was going to stay in and opened it. I stared at the room far from being grand. Items were strewn over two of the three beds, including the H-doujin manga that I guessed belonged to Muse. The only source of cooling is old air conditioners that have been rusted and leaked.

"Hey Captain, I found the Jap."

Someone who was in the room stopped sharpening his knife and watched me carefully with those maroon eyes. The man was wearing a British army multicam uniform complete with brown berets covering his red hair.

"You...Lieutenant Hajime 'Wand' Shinohara?"

"Yes sir!"

He laughed and stretched out his hand.

"Captain Isaac Brandon, Special Air Service, call me Blade. Nice to meet you, Lieutenant."

I shook his hand.

"It's a pleasure to meet you too, sir."

After I introduced myself, he told us to approach.

"The world we land in is a very foreign world. I don't know what's going to be waiting for us there, so increase your vigilance. In addition, there is also the possibility that we will separate because of various things. So, we're going to create countersigns that are going to change all the time."

After we recorded the countersign he mentioned, Blade clapped his hand.

"Enough for now, rest the children."

After that brief briefing, I tidied up my belongings and lay down on the bed to rest.