"The objective here is to return home. By any means necessary."
An Isekai about Politics, Strategy and War. Players of Dark World, a Full Dive VR game suddenly got teleported into the world of Threa. Our cast of people, found and recuited by a luckl...
He quickly exits when the Humvee stops near the choppers. Picking up a duffle bag on its trunk and running to the hangar. After a few minutes, he exits out in his skeleton form. Immediately gestures for the Blackhawks to spool up. The snow was falling hard, but the veteran helicopter pilots weren't fazed by it. They quickly fired up their engines, preparing to fly into the darkness of the night.
He approaches the fourth helicopter, the downwash created by the rotors pushing the snow clear of him. He reaches his left hand out, one of the soldiers gives him his M4 SOPMOD II assault rifle.
"It's show time."
Fully decked out in black Kevlar and equipment, they board the helicopters. Each of them had ten Black Ops soldiers inside, armed to the teeth with the latest military equipment Eldwood had to offer. The choppers take off and quickly disappear into the clouds. Even without seeing anything two feet in front of them, the Pilots use their aircrafts cockpit instruments to fly. The passengers could clearly see the quick adjustments and movements the skeletal pilots were making to keep it in direction.
It was after an hour of shaky and rocky flight did the air finally become calm and the helicopters could fly to their destination without turbulence. Though still unable to see anything, Trevor opens the helicopter's passenger door and sits on the edge with his belt tied down to the floor.
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He didn't look apart from the others, the only identification they had was the tag behind their helmets. From A1 to D1. Denoting the person's position on the squad, Alpha 1 was behind him on the helicopter. The flag on their helmets was their country of origin, Trevor handpicked fellow American players to join him on his Spec Ops team. Their quad lens GPNVGs on its downward position as they look for anything that might catch their eyes. Bored, the squad leader opens up to the general.
"Anything bothering you sir?"
"This entire thing we're about to do. I hope that we won't have use for anything we'll learn. Those Kingdoms, they want us to do their dirty work, I'm sure of it. I know we can't be the first ones to investigate the Demon Continent. They're messing with us, and who says there aren't other modern guilds out there? Eldwood wasn't the only Clan to switch from Dark Fantasy to Modern gear in Dark World. We have to find the Men of the Woods."
"I get the feeling sir, that they're also testing us. Seeing how fast and surgical we can operate. Kingdoms like that, James and Melurious, they're too powerful to just let us off. If we do encounter the other modern guilds like the Men of the Woods, I hope we'll be able to join up again with the League of Modern Guilds."
"I know, from what we've talked about, the player kingdoms. They have no land or territory, as expected. Some tried to actually form a working medieval country. But so far, it has been nothing but failures. The people Breznick sent to us, they're angry and competent at the same time. I'm sure that they've been making a constitution and all that, enforcing their status as an actual autonomous nation."
