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Dragon and Sun forever is Stars and Stripes forever, an utterly ridiculous alternate history where the Union and Confederacy team up to destroy the British after the British attack them for no discernible reason. It's considered by most to be one of the worst things ever. Baptist State in the Town of Westboro is a mix of ISIS and the Westboro Baptist Church. For Anime, you have Fullmetal Confucionist, for starters.
Fullmetal Confucianist? I thought the Chinese had their own alchemists already! Maybe in the manhua genre there's Buddha-Rama: The Last Avatar, Monnster in the Pocket, All You Need is Kill (Syndicalists), and Code 甲酸掃描 (what Google Translate gave me when I attempted to translate Geass into Chinese), involving a Holy Germanian Empire with giant mechas.
Also, about the Westboro Church part, wouldn't they be fighting against the Cherokee/Canadians/Texans/Mexicans first? The Chinese are on the West Coast, and they're in Kansas (Cherokee territory).

I just had an idea. I'm planning on writing some vignettes taking place in this universe, which are not full updates but rather supplementary stories that I'll write in my free time / not updating the Ming colonial AAR. Would you guys be fine with that?
 
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Sure, I'd love that.
 
That settles it, then, I'll get started!
 
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The Princess and the Dragon

Beijing, Spring 1926
The coronation went well. They even had the Dalai Lama preside over the ceremony, Puyi reflected. Now was the reception, where all of the foreign dignitaries got to meet the new Emperor.
Puyi was dressed in a casual suit and tie, which made him look "refined" and "gentlemanly," the Germans told him. Yes, there were a lot of Germans there.
He had invited pretty much every major monarch in Europe and Asia...except Japan. Tensions were rising between the two Great Powers after Yuan Shi-Kai's rapid conquests on the mainland. The Japanese military government was alarmed at increasing Chinese aggression, and Puyi was likewise worried about increasing Japanese aggression. He had tried to reach out to the new Japanese emperor, Hirohito, but the letters had been intercepted by Tojo and burned. Puyi had to realize that Hirohito was just a puppet, unable to do anything about Japan's fate. For an emperor to be reduced to a figurehead...that was just unthinkable. He pitied Hirohito and hoped things would change peacefully.
Over in the corner, War Minister Chiang Kai-Shek was busy chatting and getting drunk with German Chancellor Hindenburg and Chief of General Staff Erich von Ludendorff. They were busy comparing battles and victories they had fought in and were generally having a good time.
In another part of the room, the English king was chatting with the Austrian archduke in a friendly way, evening singing a few random songs with each other. And to think that just five years ago they were at each other's throats...
The Turkish sultan was in a heated theological debate with the shah of Persia over which branch of Islam was better. "The difference between a Sunni and a Shiite is that..." the sultan insisted. They eventually agreed that both branches of Islam were good...compared to Zoroastrianism.
The Canadian Prime Minister was playing pool with the Australian Prime Minister and the American president. Every time he scored a point, he said, "Sorry." He also continuously insisted that they go play "hockey" instead.
The Thai delegation was pretty friendly with everybody. The last time Puyi saw them, they were handing out free plates of pad thai to nobody in particular. Maybe they didn't want to get into a conflict...after all, they were the only nation in Southeast Asia that didn't get colonized...
The king of Spain kept trying to demonstrate his fencing skills to the women at the reception but was always ignored. Poor guy, Puyi thought.
The band was playing some contemporary American music--jazz, they called it. It sounded nice, Puyi thought.
"A drink, sir?" said a servant, holding up a dish with Bavarian beer on it.
"No thanks," replied Puyi.
There was a sound of glass breaking behind him. Puyi spun around and saw the Austrian crown prince and German crown prince Louis Ferdinand wrestling on the ground, shouting things like "Habsburg German best German!" or "Hohenzollern German best German!" Eventually the Kaiser and the Archduke had to step in and restrain them.
As the guests turned back to what they were doing, Puyi spotted a woman who stood out of the crowd.
She was dressed in a military uniform (as Germany had recently passed a law allowing female soldiers) and had her hair cut shorter than usual. Her features were not the best, but enough to attract his attention. Her voice reminded him of...somebody important that he forgot about. She had a pleasant demeanor, chatting with anybody with ease.
He had to know who she was.
Puyi stepped over to her, smiling and acting naturally (he was a bit shy actually). "I don't recall inviting such a beautiful person to my coronation, did I?"
The woman laughed and smiled back. "Hello, emperor. I did not know I was that beautiful to be looked over, did I?"
"Just call me Heinrich," replied Puyi, "And you are?"
"Victoria Louise von Hohenzollern," said the woman, "My father's the Kaiser."
"Ah, you're his only daughter!" Puyi realized. "He always spoke highly of you."
Victoria Louise simply laughed at that. "Did he? He never told me anything about the charming Chinese gentleman who could speak fluent German!"
"Well, he arranged a tutor for me, hence the German," Puyi said.
"Well, well, well!" said Kaiser Wilhelm II, interrupting the conversation. "I see you've met my youngest child, Heinrich."
"She's been taught well," Puyi replied to the most powerful man on the planet.
Wilhelm raised his eyebrows. "Really? Last I remembered, she was pestering me day and night to annul her divorce with the nice prince she was married to! I had to relent eventually, but still--"
"That man was a misogynist and a cheater! He admitted it to me personally!" Victoria Louise said.
Wilhelm stared at her for a second. Then he broke into laughter.
All of them started nervously laughing as well.
The music suddenly changed to classical as the Jazz band left and a full orchestra took its place. Puyi noticed everybody starting to dance the waltz. He would have to have a word with the events organizer afterwards.
When Wilhelm stepped away to dance with his wife, Puyi held out his hand to Victoria Louise.
"Care to dance?" He asked.
She took his hand, and they swirled and spun to the music in perfect harmony with each other.
"You dance well, Heinrich," she said.
"I'm still learning," he said.
The music rose and fell and twisted and turned like the course of the Danube River, and they moved in sync with each other and the music.
They looked into each other's eyes accidentally, and Puyi swore he saw not the gentle eyes of a rabbit, but the fierce and sharp eyes of a tiger. He saw no problem with that; it was certainly a change from the girl he was betrothed to as a child in 1911.
Victoria Louise laughed again. "You funny man! The way you look at me...much better than my previous husband."
The king of Spain suddenly appeared, holding a rose with his teeth and brandishing a guitar.
"Buenos Dias, señorita," said the king, "Would you care to--"
"No!" both of them almost shouted, flushing bright red (Puyi more than Victoria Louise). "We're fine!"

The ball lasted well into the night. It finally ended sometime around three in the morning, with all of the guests retiring to the quarters that Puyi had let them borrow in the Forbidden City.
Victoria Louise woke up at around ten when both her father and nephew screamed in her ear to wake up.
"What?!" she shouted, almost falling out of her bed.
"The train's waiting for us," said Louis Ferdinand, "It's been waiting for about an hour now. The steamer is in Qingdao already, waiting for us as well."
"Hurry up, my dear princess," said Wilhelm.
She got dressed in her traveling dress and packed her belongings in her trunk. As she was preparing to leave the room, she noticed a piece of paper by the door. She picked it up and quickly followed her father out the door.
They were escorted all the way to Beijing Central Station, built by Chjnese hands with German money, where they stepped onboard the train that would take them to Qingdao, the former German colonial possession.
As she settled down in her seat and the train pulled out of the station with a hiss, she pulled out the paper and opened it, finding a letter inside:

"Dear Her Royal Highness Victoria Louise Von Hohenzollern:

Thank you for dancing with me last night. I had a great time meeting such a refined and charming lady there.
I just can't forget the sight of you. You are unlike any woman I have met before.
If you happen to return to China at anytime, know that you will always be welcome here. Such a woman is worthy of as much respect as I can provide.
Have a safe trip, and keep in touch,

Heinrich"
 
So apparently there won't be a free Tibet movement ITTL. That's good, as they annoy me.
Actually, for some time there were a couple Tibetan Nationalists, but I just ignored them, as the "Unification with America" movement was much larger than them.
 
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Sophia-Sanctioned (Time Travel) Shenanigans


New Brandenburg, 2006

The gate activated suddenly, but everybody on the base was prepared. The security detail simply took up positions in front of the gate and waited. The technicians closed the iris, the retractable titanium shield which covered the portal and prevented anything from materializing.

“Receiving SN-1’s IDC, sir,” said Technical Sergeant Walther Tor.

“Open the iris,” said General Osten.

Sophia stepped into the control room just as the iris opened and SN-1, the German Empire’s frontline gate team, emerged from the portal.

“Briefing’s in ten minutes,” she said, “I want to know what they found on that planet.”


All of them got settled in their seats around the conference table: General Osten, Sophia, Major Stefan(ie) Wagner, Colonel Johann Fischer, and Lieutenant Colonel Conrad Kowalski.

“So,” Sophia asked the first question, “You were sent on a recon mission to the planet known by its locals as Tell’arc. Did you find anything noticeable there?”

“Well, sir, our initial recon expedition from a year ago indicated a roughly medieval level civilization situated near the gate,” said Fischer, “There are at least twenty civilizations spread out over the planet, which is much higher than the norm of one or two; that was determined from orbital scans the Bismarck conducted a month ago.”

“What was surprising, sir, was that we found a former Landesweit Geheimdienst Abteilung (LGA) operative living on the planet, a Captain Kann Wetter, who has set himself up as a king in the style of an 18th century enlightened despot,” said Wagner, “In the probably three or four years that he has been here, the majority of the population of the Tell’arc civilization near the gate has adopted 18th century Prussian culture, and their technology level has been increased to approximately that of Central Europe in the 19th century.”

“Are the local peoples resistant to the rule of Captain Wetter?” said Osten.

“As a matter of fact, no,” said Kowalski, “They call him ‘King Friedrich I’ and believe in a prophecy foretelling his arrival, hence his acceptance.”

“What else does this ‘prophecy’ detail?” asked Sophia.

Stefan displayed a picture of a stone column on the wall. The column appeared to be weathered from thousands, maybe even millions, of years of erosion and weathering, but the blocky inscriptions of Ancient text written on it were still legible.

“We managed to translate the inscriptions using Lehrer’s notes,” said Wagner, “They appear to have been written as a bunch of notes by an Ancient physicist named ‘Janus’ who was experimenting with time travel.”

“Um, why would the Ancients write their notes on stone instead of on paper or a hard drive?” asked Sophia.

“Don’t ask me, I’m not an Ancient,” said Wagner, “Anyways, Janus not only experimented with time travel but also managed to build a prototype of a time machine, using it to travel to different time periods before ultimately abandoning it for ‘design flaws’.”

“Anything useful that he wrote?” asked Osten.

“No, the notes only cover the history of the planet in question, not anything else,” said Wagner.

“Did you guys happen to find the prototype?” asked Sophia.

“As a matter of fact, yes,” said Fischer.

“Then I give you the authorization to conduct experiments on it,” said Sophia.


They moved the time machine, a small cylindrical spacecraft, far away from the Alpha Site in case “complications” happened. The spacecraft itself wasn’t the time machine; it merely housed the small box that was connected to its floor.

SN-1 sat down in the chairs inside the ship, with Conrad and Johann sitting in the pilot seats and Stefan typing in values into the box’s interface. The ship could only be activated by people carrying an Ancient gene, which Johann had.

“Powering up in 3…2…1…now,” said Stefan, pushing a red button.

As Johann switched on the ship and flew into the sky, the air around them warped, and their surroundings blurred for a second before changing slightly.

The time travel device sparked suddenly, causing Stefan to type in a couple values to correct the potential problem. There was some more blurring and warping.

“According to my calculations, we are in the year 1936,” announced Stefan.

“How do we know we are in the year 1936?” asked Johann.

“Sir, we should dial Earth and see what it is like to make sure this thing works,” said Stefan.

“Isn’t the gate buried at this point?” said Conrad.

“Well, we would be rerouted to the Antarctica gate in that case,” said Stefan, “Remember that we found it in an ice cavern?”

“Oh,” said Johann, typing in coordinates for Earth into the dialing device built into the controls.


They emerged from the gate into a small icy cavern in Antarctica. Conrad fired off a small missile at the cave ceiling, blasting a hole to the surface. Johann flew the ship out of the cave and into the sky, where he activated the invisibility device, cloaking the ship from view.

Heading into orbit, Stefan and Conrad began to take notes from the radio broadcasts they heard and what they could see using their high-focus viewfinders.

“Wait, this isn’t right,” said Conrad, listening to radio broadcasts, “From what I’m hearing, there was no 1911 revolution. Something’s not right here.”

“Yeah, and I’m seeing Qing flags spread out across at least three quarters of Africa when in reality there was no Chinese colonial empire until 1967,” said Stefan, “Wait, is that the Confederacy controlling most of the United States (except for a California controlling most of the West Coast and all of the Yucatan) and the actual United States government itself in exile on South Georgia?”

“Let me tune in to some European broadcasts,” said Conrad, “Apparently the First Weltkrieg took place in the 1890s, with China and Germany against Russia, Britain, and France, as would be expected. There have already been six Weltkriegs, with the third and fourth happening simultaneously and the fifth and sixth lasting one day each. Britain is fascist, Russia became Syndicalist but reverted to monarchist, France became fascist, and America is also fascist. After getting crushed in one Weltkrieg, Germany became fascist as well under the artist Adolf Hitler. Can you believe a guy like him in charge of things?”

“Okay, I think I found the point of divergence,” said Stefan, “The Chinese broadcasts repeatedly praise the actions of the ‘1836 Reformers’, a group of government officials and military leaders who in the face of adversity managed to implement dozens of reforms that modernized the imperial state between 1836 and 1838, causing China to become the number 1 power by 1845.”

“So we’ve traveled in time and also between parallel universes,” said Johann.

“Yes, sir,” replied Stefan.

“So this is just like our own universe, except China is even more powerful at an earlier time!” said Conrad.

“Actually, there’s one problem with that,” said Stefan.

“Yes?” said Johann.

“Every monarchy is a constitutional monarchy—including China,” said Stefan, “There were brief periods in recent German and Russian history where the monarch attempted to reclaim his power over the government, but the Prime Minister always defeated them.”

“Get us out of here quickly,” said Johann, “I don’t want to live in this world!”

Stefan fired up the time machine again and was accompanied by the same warping and blurring.

Earth below them looked slightly different.

“Okay, where are we now?” said Johann.

“I’m getting broadcasts now,” said Conrad, “It appears that the Confederate States of America is the dominant power in the world, having annexed the United States, most of Africa, and a significant portion of Central America and South America. Its main allies are Britain and France, and its main enemies were America and Germany; when Canada broke free, it sided with America against the Confederacy, prompting a famous general named Daniel Jackson to invade and seize Montreal (he promptly died after the fall of Montreal). Just recently they had changed their name to ‘United States’ for some reason, and slavery was banned since at least 1870, ironically. Also, the Taiping won the civil war and completely annexed the Chinese Empire.”

“Enough said, let’s try to get back to our own reality,” said Johann, “Major, I thought you said this was a time machine, not a universe hopper!”

“I think that’s why Janus stopped his experiments, sir,” replied Stefan, “That’s probably what he meant by ‘design flaw’.”

She pushed some buttons on the device, and they shifted into another universe.

“What is it now?” asked Johann, not even trying to pilot the ship anymore.

“We’re in 1880, in a universe where Germany is the dominant power, having beaten up the Entente early and violently annexed all of the German portions of Austria. It singlehandedly destroyed the remainder of Habsburg Empire by seizing Vienna, causing separatists to immediately tear apart the empire. Mittelafrika is significantly larger than usual, and the United States is a monarchy, I think, or was that in another universe? Also, the Taiping completely destroyed the Chinese Empire, became a Great Power, and promptly went on a rampage, partitioning Korea with Japan, annexing Vietnam and Tibet, and helping Japan conquer Siberia and most of Southeast Asia. Meanwhile, the British Raj also went on a rampage, expanding into Central Asia at the expense of the Russians before a huge Sepoy Rebellion broke out and kicked out the British. The British promptly came back and conquered the place again, this time setting up a Dominion of India to manage the subcontinent. However, the Sepoys rose up again, this time becoming successful in their goals of driving the British out of India, proclaiming it to the world over and over again, sometimes ten times a day, causing Britain to continuously lose prestige despite the rebels not actually doing anything. They eventually fell to below secondary power status.”

“Moving on! Now what?”

“Nothing much happened here, except that the Shogun won the Boshin War, causing the emperor to flee to Hokkaido, from which he conquered Korea, Siberia, and Southeast Asia before coming back to destroy the Shogun. Also, the Taipings won again.”

“Next!”

“A world where Zheng He colonized Australia and California, the French and British have united into a single polity, Castile and Aragon remain independent of each other, the English fled to South America, and the Taipings share control of China with the Ming.”

“Next!”

There was a lurch as they shifted into yet another universe.

“Date is July 4, 1861,” said Stefan.

“That’s strange,” said Conrad, “I’m not picking up any usual patterns of civilization. Life signs are a bit weird, with huge horde-like formations all over the place.”

“I’m taking us down to investigate,” Johann said, turning the ship down towards the surface.

“Sir, I don’t think that’s a good idea,” said Stefan.

They entered the atmosphere and descended below the clouds, arriving in the skies over England. What they found was a desolate landscape in much of the world. Cities were abandoned, crops were ruined, and dead bodies were lying everywhere.

“What happened here?” said Conrad.

“That,” said Stefan, pointing in the distance.

A huge horde of zombie peasants rampaged across the landscape, laying waste to everything in its path.

“Okay, this is going too far,” said Johann.

“Wait! I think I’m starting to see some civilization!” said Stefan.

The horde came across an equally large army of well-dressed soldiers, which raised their rifles and fired on the zombies. The horde was decimated quickly under the intense gunfire, with the survivors retreating from the battlefield. The soldiers were wearing...pickelhaubes?

Prussians?” said Conrad.

Landing in a safe area, they found a government office, where Stefan read some papers on the history of the region after determining that there was no chance of getting infected (they used a Goa’uld healing device just in case)

“Apparently a zombie apocalypse broke out in 1836 in Hanover after traders from Africa brought the plague back with them, quickly wiping out every nation except for Prussia and Spain, the former of which quickly conquered and recolonized everything from the Pyrenees to Greece to Denmark to Italy to Istanbul, as well as Britain. Queen Victoria rules as an absolutist German Emperor and Holy Roman Emperor after the Prussians recolonized England.”

“Okay, we should probably get back to our own universe and time period,” said Conrad, “This is getting insane. What’s next, Germany losing the First Weltkrieg?”

They retreated to the time machine, where Stefan switched on the device, warping them into yet another universe, where they found themselves on a highway with nearby traffic signs in English.

“Okay, we’re in 2012,” said Stefan, “Let’s see what—”

A black vintage 1967 Chevy Impala suddenly screeched to a halt right in front of them, with two young American men, one with long hair and the other with short hair, jumping out and raising shotguns and machetes at them.

“Whoa!” Johann said. “What’s going on?!”

Stefan and Conrad raised their guns and pointed at the men.

“Who are you?” demanded Conrad.

“Germans?” said the man with the short hair in English, “I hope they’re not demons.”

“No, Dean, how can they be demons? They have a freaking spaceship!” said the other man.

“Well, Sammy, how about I ask the questions around here,” said Dean, “And we should probably tell them the truth, as they don’t seem to be the ‘easily persuaded’ type.”

“Okay, who the frak are you two?” demanded Stefan.

Dean hesitated. “We’re the Winchester brothers. We hunt supernatural beings.”

“GÖTT DAMN IT!” Johann shouted.
 
I recognize two of those. One is the Divergences mod and the other is the Zombie mod.
 
I recognize two of those. One is the Divergences mod and the other is the Zombie mod.
Yep! I abandoned the Divergences save within a year after my use of console commands resulted in Aragon stealing everybody's sphere of influence, and I gave up on the zombie mod as there was nothing left for me to do after conquering Europe. The others were vanilla, Vickymod, PDM, PPM, and HPM.
I actually only finished two games of Victoria 2 overall, a vanilla Qing game and a PPM Confederacy game, hence my lack of descriptions for the other ones.

They don't build time machines like they used to. :rolleyes:
Or rather, they combined them with universe-hopping machines. :D
 
((Probably the last one I'll post before my vacation))
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Personal Matters

New Brandenburg, 2006

The Zheng He dropped out of hyperspace around New Brandenburg about half an hour after the Bismarck had arrived. Military personnel began directing the refugees to the teleportation rings and the Asgard provided beam transporters, where they were teleported down to settlements built on the surface.

Sophia left control of the bridge to General Han, her second-in-command, and accompanied the refugees to the surface. As the disheveled civilians noticed their emperor walking towards them, they averted their eyes and cleared a path for her in respect.

She was getting really tired. There was no time for this kind of formalities, although it was nice.

“It’s okay, you don’t really have to do that at a time like this,” she said, “You all should be heading to the teleportation rings to go down to the surface. You can go first.”

The crowd slowly started to move. As heads began turning and people shuffled down the hall, still in shock from the loss of Earth, one head kept looking at her.

He was a young man about twenty, probably from the Fujian area judging from some of his outfit and living in one of the Pacific States judging from the rest of his outfit. His hair was cut in a modest style reminiscent of her grandfather. He didn’t wear glasses like she did.

She found him strangely outstanding from the rest of the crowd. He wasn’t attractive like the members of the popular bands Two Ways or twoempires (who were all massacred by the Goa’uld as a public statement in the invasions of northern China), and he wasn’t awkward like his little brother (was that his little brother?) next to him, but simply modest.

She realized that she liked him.

She liked a commoner?

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Doctor Constantine Wong blinked and was sweating when Sophia stared at him as if he had just burst into flames like a Tibetan nationalist in the 1940s.

“Constantine, what are you doing?” whispered his brother, Willy.

“I have no idea,” he whispered back.

Their grandmother, Victoria, had gone on ahead and did not notice any of this.

Sophia stared for another few seconds. Then she smiled—not one of those camera smiles, but what appeared to be a genuine smile—at him, winked, and left.

“I think she likes you,” said Willy, “Of all people, the most powerful woman in the world is interested in you.”

“Ya think?” replied Constantine.

Internally, he thought, Frak!
 
Well, that was a reference to Wu Zetian and Hatshepsut referring to themselves as Emperor/Pharoah.
 
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The Execution of Ba'al

Tok’ra Homeworld, 2026

The Tok’ra, the renegade Goa’uld faction which had been fighting against the forces of Ra, Apophis, and Anubis before the Germans and Chinese showed up with their nukes, were finally at peace. They could now abandon their quasi-nomadic lifestyle and settle down. SN-1 was now in their capital city, which was built using both old Goa’uld designs and new original designs.

The three of them, along with Emperor Sophia of the Chinese Empire and Prince Friedrich of the German Empire, were present for the “extraction ceremony” of the last Goa’uld System Lord, last of the neo-feudal parasites who once ruled the galaxy with iron fists.

“Seriously, man,” said Conrad, “I really need to use the bathroom.”

“Hey, calm down,” replied Johann, “The sooner we get this over with, the better.”

“Boys,” muttered Stefan, “If only I had my Bismarck-class ship here with me.”

Sophia grinned. Friedrich sighed.

The other Tok’ra assembled in the crowd quieted down as guards brought a man into the room. All of them recognized him as Ba’al’s host, which meant Ba’al was inside.

“Hello again, Tok’ra,” said Ba’al in a South African accent, “Let’s get this over with quickly, shall we?”

None of them listened to him.

A Tok’ra man stepped up to a podium and began reading from a book, or scroll, or…whatever.

“We, the Tok’ra, hereby charge the deposed System Lord Ba’al for the following crimes…”

A few hours later, the man was still reading off the list.

“I think we’re almost done,” said Johann.

“How do you know?” replied Stefan.

“Because the crimes are starting to sound familiar,” said Johann.

“Ha!” shouted Ba’al. “You just activated my trump card!”

“Wait, what?” said the Tok’ra.

“I am just a clone!” said Ba’al. “The real Ba’al is preparing to activate his fail-safe, in case something like this happened!”

The Tok’ra pointed their zat handguns at the System Lord.

“It’s no use killing me now, for I have won, and you will have never existed!” he shouted.

At that moment, all of the guards vanished. The civilians began screaming, but one by one they also began vanishing.

“What the Hel?” said Johann.

“Your Majesty and Your Highness, we must get you out of here!” shouted Stefan.

She took out a walkie-talkie. “SMS Arminius, come in, do you copy?”

No response.

“Alright, head for the gate!” she ordered.

Ba’al broke free of his ropes when they simply vanished. He charged at them, but Conrad raised his gun and shot him in the head. The System Lord simply laughed before he too vanished.

“It appears to be some kind of temporal distortion!” said Stefan. “Somebody’s rewritten the course of history and now we are being obliterated by the butterfly effect!”

They ran out of the city as buildings and spaceships began vanishing, people running away from nothing in particular and then vanishing. They reached the gate, and Conrad dialed Earth.

The gate activated and made the connection, and a blue watery portal appeared.

“Go!” shouted Stefan.

They all dived into the portal just as a solar flare hit the planet.


Sophia emerged first, followed by Friedrich and SN-1. They found themselves not in Antarctica or the Gate Room in Munich, as they expected, but in a large warehouse with Arabic and German words on the crates. Guessing from the German, she deduced that they were in Egypt.

Soldiers burst into the room suddenly and surrounded them. Strangely, these soldiers didn’t have modern uniforms or weapons. They carried First Weltkrieg-era guns, and most of them had “Kaiser Bill” moustaches.

“What the—” said Johann.

“You’re coming with us,” said the soldiers in German.

“What year is it?” said Friedrich. “I demand to know where I am!”

“You are in Egypt, and today is January 1, 1926,” said the leader, “And you’re under arrest.”


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Announcing several things:

First, I have begun a new AAR, which is intended to be a megacampaign (link in signature). Do take the time to check it out!

Second, "Legacy of Zheng He" is stuck in development hell after I accidentally deleted no less than three drafts of the introductory post (I had cut and pasted them into the create thread page, which didn't save them) and misplaced my screenshots. However, I may eventually get around to doing it at some point...

Third, I am planning on rebooting this AAR, only this time in actual Darkest Hour Kaiserreich. This story is intended to be the introduction to that new AAR, tentatively called "Return of the Celestial Empire 2: Continuum." It's still in the planning stage and I don't plan on beginning it anytime soon, as I still need to learn how to play DH, but I just wanted to let you guys know that this story's not dead yet!:D


Again, thanks for reading!
 
The Stargate references never end, do they? :p

Poor Zheng He will never explore the world at this rate. Maybe the government of China is trying to cover it up. o_O
 
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Who knows? Maybe he did explore the world already. Maybe he did do [REDACTED] before the government [DATA EXPUNGED].:D
 
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