GOC NA Base 46
[Location, REDACTED]
Codename : Horizon
Local Time: 15:43
Rift Transportation Project – Phase IV
It was a typical day in the GOC,well if you can called it that since usually The GOC would be attacked by The Serpent Hands usually. Which them particularly hating the GOC very much for some reason.
But considering the Serpent Hand doesn't like an organisation where their idea of trying to freeing the anomalies is hated and the GOC is famous for having to killing Serpent Hands members and hunting Anomalies and be busy with the Liquadition of Anomalies who are constanty trying to destroy the world with a level 5 Engagement response. But for this facility thankfully hasn't suffered an attack from any GOI or Anomalies from the very first when it was constructed due to multiple reasons, which this GOC Facility is one of the GOC Newest facilities, which the facility can be considerrd a fortress in all but name, which the facility is nuried beneath sandstone and the desert of the mides, protected by different goc defense system thaumaturgic defense system,a Tangential electromagnetic scramblers. NA Base 46 moved with quiet activity like a beast in hibernation. Unseen by satellite, undetectable by typical sensors, hidden using with cognitohazard,and with a reality anchor on standby, it might as well have never existed.
And for the past six months, that was the idea.
NA BASE 46 Is a GOC Experimental and Test facility which Inside the facility is one of the GOC's newest project that would revolutionise deployment.
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Inside the Facility
the corridors buzzed with the sterile hum of fluorescent lights and the occasional bark of intercoms calling for researchers to check on the statistics and conditions of machines or engineering teams fixing or last minute prep before activation. The Ptolemy Division's logistics officers moved crates of glyph-inscribed Parts with Forklifts, while thaumologists scrawled equations across reinforced whiteboards under the scrutiny of brass-eyed supervisor.
At the far end of the primary lab or the Test Bay, a 30 meter wide ring that gives a view on a futuristic Sci-Fi Like Tech, which the ring was made of materials that would give anybody seizure trying to say it's name.
The atmosphere pulsed with unstable energy and the feeling of something, which this was an experimental transportation device the GOC having been testing on powered by a fusion of thaumology,alchemy, electromagnetism, Science and eldritch sciences. But more on normal science, which it is very magnificent like it's name itself.
Project Beyonder.
A GOC Project that if works would be a game-changer, or a disaster waiting to happen. Considering things,but a game changer nonetheless.
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Observation Deck
"...Still think it's gonna explode?"
Sergeant Kyra Harlow leaned back in her chair, while holding a half-empty thermos in one hand. She was a strike team personnel station on guarding the facility which she's an elite operative under the PHYSICS Division, and currently doing nothing but watching blinking monitors,and drinking coffee all day.
"I hope it does. At least that'd be exciting," groaned Agent Rahim, one of the Assessment operatives posted nearby. "Two weeks. Two damn weeks stuck here. Last assignment I tagged an anomaly in Istanbul. Now I'm logging portal stability readings like a glorified intern."
Behind them, a fae engineer with silver hair and too many piercings adjusted a capacitor bank. She muttered something in Old Celtic, then kicked the panel which she soon was Cursing in irish about the panel which soon it was activated, which she soon put it into place with a satisfied grunt.
But they're complaints was soon cut off by someone
"You two complain like you're not getting hazard pay to sit in an air-conditioned vault and not doing anything and watching YouTube videos or playing games all day," said Dr. Imani Chen, a senior thaumologist who barely looked up from her tablet. "You could be on another base, which NA-278 had half their staff stuck last week in an accident."
"Bet they got to shoot something first," Kyra muttered.
Which Dr Imani Just sighed
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Mess Hall
The Psyche Division personnel were gathered near the mess, sipping coffee. Diplomats, mediators. A quiet woman with a diplomat's badge cleaned her glasses, listening to an elf and a human discuss on the implications of the device.
"Assuming this works," the elf said, "we could launch entire strike units anywhere on Earth—or beyond. Little to no magic needed and much easier compared to the current method in Camelot. Instant deployment."
"And what happens if it suddenly the portal closed with the GOC Interstellar Fleet in the middle and was about to exit the rift? teleportation using thaumology is much safer in theory since it would fully transfer all the object compared to this, which it would be bad if half of the GOC space fleet was destroyed" the human countered, eyes narrowed.
The Woman sighed. "Then.... That would really be a problem huh"
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Lower Hangar – Physics Division Weapon Bay
Meanwhile two strikes team, that is Strike Team 8647 codename Blitzkrieg and Strike Team 5648 codename Urban Hunters loitered in the armory or sparring rooms. Which having their Armor cleaned. Guns checked twice. But sadly nothing to do but wait.
"I'm FUCKING bored as fuck" said Corporal Mendez, loading a mag for the sixth time. With an annoyed look " which his lieutenant comment " Same,but hey atleast we got hazard pay"
"We get hazard pay all the time Deepshit"
Mendez didn't answer. He just stared at the rift chamber display mounted above them. It shimmered again. For a split second, he thought it blinked red.
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Main Lab ( Above the test bay) – Countdown: T-minus 3 minutes
Senior Engineer Lana Cho, head of Rift Calibration, took a deep breath. "Power levels holding. Anchor field at 97.8%." She tapped a glowing rune on her console. "Ptolemy, we're green."
A calm voice replied through the comms, "Copy. Begin phase-lock. We are go."
From the far end of the control room, Director Anton Reiss, a tall man with an interesting hair colour, watched it all unfold with a blank expression. Director Reiss is the Manager of the Facility being the one proposing and supervising this project which is about to begin.
"We'll make history today," whispered the quartermaster beside him.
Reiss didn't answer. His eyes were locked on the Device. It was starting to hum now.
Meanwhile soon Reiss went to the Communication Panel, and pressed the intercom which he soon said
" I REPEAT ALL PERSONNEL PLEASE CLEAR THE AREA IN CASE OF ANY MISHAP THAT COULD HAPPENED DURING TEST RUN"
"I REPEAT ALL PERSONNEL PLEASE CLEAR THE AREA IN CASE OF ANY MISHAP DURING TEST RUN ,SINCE I DON'T WANT SOME IDIOTS NEARLY GOT BLASTED INTO THE CEILING LIKE RYAN DID"
[A/N : Poor Ryan]
Meanwhile Reiss soon turned to Lana and said " Lana you may have the floor I'll be going back with Alisna to my office on something ,which report to me if it works"
Which Lana just stared at Reiss
" Yes sir,and i hope your business with Alisna is quickly finish* "Which Lana winked
Which Reiss just stared at the Lana and responded with a
"Fuck you" Since Lana and the others has been teasing him a lot recently.
" Sorry I'm already married and i still loves my husband very much," Which she smirked saying that
Which Reiss thought ' i should have seen that coming'
he soon left with Alisna to go back to his office
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Later ...
Meanwhile soon Lana and her team begin the countdown.
Lana asked on the current condition to her team
"How are the conditions of the machine Kim ?"
" Nothing major Lana"
"Power supply Ben?"
"95% and it's stable"
Lana then turns around to the security who's behind them
" All the personnel have evacuated right from the bay?"
" Yes they all have "
" Good let's start the device "
Which soon, one of Lana assistants activate a countdown, which soon sirens were blaring, which a voice can be heard around the facility
{ALL GOC PERSONNEL PLEASE REMAIN ON STANDBY FOR ANY EMERGENCY DURING AN ACTIVATION OF THE EXPERIMENTAL TECHNOLOGY THAT COULD CREATE SOME PROBLEM WHICH MAY INCLUDE CREATING AN ANOMALY, DESTRUCTION OF THE FACILITY, LOCATION OF THE FACILITY BEING COMPROMISED. }
Meanwhile soon Lana said " Imani turn on the Device"
" Starting activation in 3...2....1"
he soon pressed the button, the sound of the Device turning on that could be described as like a jet engine being activated, it was super loud, meanwhile the Device soon slowly was being powered by the cables attached, which the Facility Power Generator a Gen VII Fusion Nuclear [REDACTED] Reactor has more than enough to power the device.
The Device begins activating,soon the outer ring begins light up and then the device fires a concentrated energy towards the middle of the device,and soon a portal/rift appears in the circle, which soon Dr Lana cheered
"Yes, ok now let's bring the drone to test to see if this work"
Which soon a Small Drone was soon launched into the portal.
which meanwhile at GOC Base NE-18 in the UK, soon a portal opened up above the base the drone appeared above it after entering the portal.
The feed of the drone was being showed at the base.
The drone operator comment on the status
"Dr Lana,it work it work the drone is flying above GOC Base NE-18"
Which Dr Lana was about to cheer and celebrate the successful test
But suddenly
BOOM.
A deafening crack split the air like the sky itself had been torn in half. A blinding white flash burst from the device, the energy blast off everywhere flooding the entire facility with searing light for a fraction of a second—then darkness.
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The floor soon trembled. Ceiling panels crashed down. Sparks hissed from exposed wiring. Somewhere, a klaxon tried to sound but choked out into static. Then came the screaming.
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In the control chamber, Lana was soon thrown against the console when the device malfunction, her tablet clattering to the floor. While her assistant was basically knocked out as if they were punched by Mike Tyson.
The strike personnel with Lana Soon cursed
"Shit!" gasped Sergeant Kyra, pulling herself up from under a collapsed ceiling board ,Which Her ears were ringing and bleeding. Blood was also dripping down from a cut above her brow after the panel edge hit her.
"Is that normal for a successful portal activation?" Rahim groaned as he rolled over, coughing from the acrid smoke that now hung in the air.
...
" Of course not unless your definition of 'success' includes detonation," Lana snapped, grabbing her comm unit and slamming the call button. "Command, this is Control—reporting catastrophic event."
Silence...
"Status? Anyone?"
Static.
She frowned, adjusted the signal to Director Reiss communicator "Director Reiss" Still nothing.
She looked up. "Why the hell aren't we getting through?"
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Director's Office
The emergency lighting flickered to life—dim red and pulsing like a heartbeat. Director Anton Reiss stood alone in his office, face illuminated only by the cracked screen of his desk monitor. Which he just woke up after the blast hit him, and temporarily sent him flying, same for Alisna who didn't expect what happened
"No uplink. No relay."
He tried the direct line to Ganzir. Nothing. The fallback encrypted relay to NA Base-23. Nothing.
Then the line to the local U.S. liaison base Nothing.
"...Damn it all." He rubbed his temple and tried to open the channel to internal facility command.
"Internal override. Emergency broadcast. This is Director Reiss. Facility blackout event confirmed.Cause is from the Device. Communication with high command and other Global network has failed. All personnel are to remain in assigned emergency zones until we determine what the hell just happened."
He paused, staring at the message log—blank. No incoming pings. No auto-responses from satellites or long-range beacons. Heck not even the Base's
No sign they were anywhere in Earth's network grid. Which he soon grabbed a drink and comments
"Where the hell are we now?"
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Mess Hall / Common Areas
The sudden shockwave had originally lnocked plates, mugs, and half the mess staff to the ground,and knocking them out. But soon all we're scrambling to their position
Quartermaster Elaine Voss was already up, pulling a engineer to her feet as personnel scrambled to recover. "Secure the Equipment,and generators. Now. Make sure it's not been compromised—"
"We haven't," said a technician, squinting at his tablet " thankfully there was no emp burst detected and no damage to most of their equipment. For. the external geo-coordinates? They're—what the hell...?"
He tapped again. And again. "These aren't desert readings what is this the atmospheric density's wrong. The pressure, the humidity... this isn't Arizona at all."
"Wiat what,how !?"
He swallowed. "I think the base moved or teleported"
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GOC Facility Terminal 1 (Door for the facility)
Weapons were already in hand. Strike Team Blitzkrieg and Urban hunters switched from boredom to full alert mode in under thirty seconds.
"Check corridors, then perimeter. In pairs. Nothing lethal unless verified threat," barked Lieutenant Avery, already strapping on her gear.
"Define 'verified threat'," Mendez said under his breath, checking the charge on his pulse rifle.
But he got no response
" Oh ok"Mendez said
The bay doors soon opened—behind them, the corridor lights pulsed emergency red. No sign of breach. No signs of anomalies. Just silence... and a low hum that hadn't been there before.
"Director says comms are out," said a comms officer jogging over. "External links are dead. It's like... we're not on the GOC grid anymore. Like the infrastructure are just gone."
Avery muttered, "...Or we could be gone from it."
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External Perimeter Hatch – 20 minutes later
When the outer doors were finally opened—slowly, with caution the 2 strike team operatives in full Whitesuit moved out—the team expected either a smoking crater or the familiar desert sun.
But What they saw instead was forest.
Tall, green Trees. Distant mountains. The chirping of birds.
"Where the fuck are we...?"
"This isn't the blistering and Annoyingly ugly desert of Arizona"
Members of Strike Team Blitzkrieg fanned out into the clearing. No Cactus,No giant rocks,or any street that are nearby.
Nothing but untouched wilderness.
And, in the distance, a faint glimmer of what looked like a... shrine?
"Wait what ?"
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Back inside, Director Reiss stared at a blank monitor.
From the looks of it they had spatial disruption which the fact any attempts contacting anyone seems to fail. Meaning there's a chance they were alone. Cut off. Relocated to God-knew-where.
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– Assembly Hall
Local Time: 3 Hours After the Rift Event
The hum of quiet conversation filled the room like a low storm. Over a hundred personnel—humans, fae,, elves, and a handful of those who defied easy classification—sat or stood across the curved hall, lit only by backup lights and a few glowing sigils pinned to the walls.
Most had calmed down. Some hadn't.
Strike team members leaned against walls, arms crossed and alert, unused to standing idle this long. Quartermaster from Ptolemy scribbled data on tablets. Psyche operatives tried to keep groups from spiraling into chaos and debating the dilemma.
At the front, standing atop a reinforced command platform, Director Anton Reiss raised a hand. His voice, though worn, cut through the crowd.
"Quiet down Everyone"
soon everyone stayed quiet
"Thank you,as we have confirmed that our facility has been displaced. Not destroyed, not breached—displaced." He let that sink in.
"There was no spatial rupture from an anomalous entity attack, which it's clear it's from the device realising the tremendous amount of energy"
" From what we understand Our Rift Transit Test triggered a mass-scale spatial transition. We are no longer on U.S. territory. Which using drones We are not within a GOC jurisdiction. In fact—" he paused, letting the silence fall heavy, "—were not on earth anymore at least ours from observation"
The murmuring returned. Harsher this time. Louder.
Which some comments
"Does that mean we're in a different dimension"
"I think so"
Reiss turned to his right, nodding at a figure beside him: an elderly man in silver-rimmed glasses, adorned in a reinforced lab coat lined with ritual-thread. A senior thaumologist. One of the best that was at the facility
Dr. Lucien Merrow.
He stepped forward slowly, staff in one hand, datapad in the other.
"I've conducted an analysis of the thaumic fields surrounding the facility. I've cross-referenced local leyline signatures, atmospheric mana densities, and comparative spectral resonance."
He looked up.
"From what i determine were currently in in a region somewhat similar to areas in east asia,but the energy signature are different."
The silence now was deafening.
"Which this world seems to have a vastly different metaphysical structure. Ambient energy exists here in abundance,but there so many differences compared to ours but are similar it's doesn't interfere with the usage of thaumology. Basically what I'm saying the energy here is different but still similar that thaumology will still work "
He gestured to the holographic projection, which flickered on. A 3D map of the local area. Thick woods. Low mountains. Strange pulse-beacons showing uncharted leyline intersections.
A hand rose from the crowd—Quartermaster Voss. "Can we return?"
Lucien paused. "We don't know. The rift equipment was not designed to navigate dimensions—only create short-range localized transit. It shouldn't have even had the power to pull this entire facility through a spatial veil and popped us into Another dimension"
A strike team operative muttered, "So what, we crash-landed into a dimension by accident"
Lucien nodded. "yes that's how to explained it"
The murmuring rose again.
Reiss slammed his hand on the podium. "Enough. Until further notice, we are in lockdown. Thaumic camouflage remains operational. No external forces have detected us. We are invisible to the locals—whoever or whatever they are."
He glanced toward the PHYSICS and Psyche division leads.
"Strike teams, you'll be on rotating patrols outside the perimeter. No contact with locals unless cleared. Psyche Division—prepare for cultural and linguistic analysis. I want an assessment team formed and ready to scout that shrine and outside the area"
Reiss looked around the room one last time.
"Remember your oaths. Remember who we are."
"We are the Global Occult Coalition. We are the People that fight the darkness and the People that fight for Humanity we will not panicked "
The words echoed with cold finality.
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Director Reiss Office
3 Hours, 46 Minutes After Rift Event
Director Reiss soon stood in the dim-lit command hub, arms crossed, eyes scanning a dozen translucent screens flickering with incomplete data. The once-constant stream of updates from Ganzir,Archon,Geneva,Camelot,regional offices, or allied GOC bases—gone. Static. Silence.
"Status report," he ordered.
A logistics officer, Quartermaster Alvarez, nodded and tapped through an interface. "Initial personnel accounting is underway. Current confirmed headcount: 117."
"Should be 120," Reiss said coldly.
"We're verifying, sir. No signs of breach or casualties, just unresponsive trackers. Might've been fried during the displacement event. Ptolemy Division is interviewing anyone reporting nausea, memory loss, or temporal dissonance."
Reiss turned to a nearby technician. "Communications?"
"Still no uplink to GOCNet, Director. Whatever dimension we're in, the standard GOC -relays aren't connecting. Thaumaturgic tether traces are gone. It's like... The base had a restart "
Reiss's jaw tightened.
"No contact with Madam DC Al Fine?"
The technician shook her head. "No confirmation from High Command, Joint Council, or any higher echelon. We even tried tracing residual command signatures to send a signal back to our dimensions, but nothing's pinging."
Reiss exhaled, then tapped his personal console. A thin red screen opened, encrypted, marked with "Spatial Displacement".
" Try anyway to contact back to our world"
"Yes, Director."
Another personnel approached, this one from Psyche: Delphi, an elf with a stern gaze and silver markings burned into her temple. "Sir if we are isolated from our world, sir we need to begin preparing for long-term autonomy i suggest "
Reiss nodded. "Begin drafting internal doctrine for the current problem. Use Psyche's existing cultural simulation frameworks. I want everyone busy, stable, and useful."
She nodded and left, cloak swishing behind her.
Reiss turned back to the command deck, which now displayed names and divisions.
UNGOC Personnel Numbers:
>PHYSICS Division (Strike & Assessment Teams): 50
>Ptolemy Division (Logistics, Engineering): 35
>Psyche Division : 15
>Pneuma Division : 20
Species breakdown showed a majority human presence, with some elves and faes
Reiss soon tapped his comm.
"All members of Ptolemy division leads: prepare a deep inventory check of all supplies,armaments, and machines. I want also a full check on the Device if possible to activate it again and teleport us back"
Meanwhile soon
"Sir," Alvarez added, "We have the last three personnel located. They were in the lower maintenance corridor. No injuries, just disoriented. That brings us to 120."
Reiss grunted. "Finally, some good news."
But his gaze turned back to the black screen labeled "GOCNet Link 187 – [NO SIGNAL]".
Beneath it, a command logs kept flashing on repeat:
> Attempting contact with High Command…
> Attempting contact with DC Al Fine…
> Attempting contact with Eurtec
> Attempting contact with Babel
> Attempting contact with Director 7 and 8
....
> Unknown
> Failed
> Signal not found.
> Retry? [Y/N]
He didn't press anything.
Instead, he muttered under his breath:
"Fuck I'm so going to get killed after this if we somehow returned"
(Chapter End)
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We'll now that the introduction is done, this one will be a unique take for my part. Since i want to explore the deeper darker side,and political parts,as well as the fact there's no human faction in DXD (while MI6,CIA knows about the supernatural and like wizards of oz, Grauzauberer,and etc there's no dedicated organisation to protecting humanity)
And it might take sometimes to make a single chapter because of schedule,me being lazy,and etc