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 every other day
Which the Serpent Hand doesn't like an organisation where their idea of trying to freeing the anomalies is hated and the GOC having to kill them or 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, 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 a Buried beneath sandstone and scorched earth, protected by different goc defense system thaumaturgic defense system,a Tangential electromagnetic scramblers. NA Base 46 pulsed with quiet activity like a beast in hibernation. Unseen by satellite, undetectable by radar, 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 generators with Forklifts, while thaumologists scrawled equations across reinforced whiteboards under the scrutiny of brass-eyed Quartermasters.
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, which 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,and eldritch sciences. It sparked and shimmered like a pool of. This was Project Horizon . A GOC Project that if works would be a game-changer, or a disaster waiting to happen.
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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.
"You two complain like you're not getting paid hazard rates 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 —half their staff was stuck last week."
"Bet they got to shoot something first," Kyra muttered.
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Mess Hall
The Psyche Division reps were gathered near the mess, sipping synth-coffee. Diplomats, mediators, . A quiet dwarf woman with a diplomat's badge cleaned her glasses, listening to an elf and a human discuss philosophical implications of dimensional travel.
"Assuming this works," the elf said, "we could launch entire strike units anywhere on Earth—or beyond. No magic circle strain. No rituals. Instant presence."
"And what happens if it opens to something that doesn't want us to leave?" the human countered, eyes narrowed.
The dwarf sighed. "Then PHYSICS gets their wish. Guns, blood, and cleanup."
"True "
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Lower Hangar – Physics Division Weapon Bay
Most of the Strike Team ie 8647 codename Blitzkrieg and Strike Team 5648 codename Urban Hunters loitered in the armory or sparring rooms. Armor cleaned. Guns checked twice. 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 gray at his temples, watched it all unfold with a blank expression. Director Reiss is the Manager of the Facility being the one also proposing this project which currently
"We'll make history today," whispered the taskmaster beside him.
Reiss didn't answer. His eyes were locked on the anomaly. It was humming now.
Meanwhile soon
Meanwhile soon Reiss went to the Communication Panel, 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 SPACE LIKE RYAN DID"
Which some of the personnel laugh hearing what Reiss sajd
[A/N : Poor Richard]
Meanwhile Reiss soon turned to Lana and said " Dr 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 Dr Lana just stared at Reiss
" Yes sir,and i hope your business with Alisna is quickly finish*"Which Lana wink
Which Reiss just stared at the Dr Lana
"FUCK YOU"
" Sorry I'm already married and still loves my husband,and I'm not interested in Someone else partner" Which she smirked
Which Reiss thought ' i should have seen that coming'
Which he soon left with Alisna
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Later ...
Meanwhile soon Lana and her team soon begin the countdown, which soon Lana asked
"How are the conditions of the machine ?"
" Nothing major Dr"
"Power supply ?"
"95% and it's stable"
" All the personnel have evacuated right ?"
" 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 BE ON STANDBY FOR ANY EMERGENCY DURING AN ACTIVATION OF AN EXPERIMENTAL TECHNOLOGY THAT COULD OR MAY CREATE AN ANOMALY, DESTRUCTION OF THE FACILITY, LOCATION OF THE FACILITY BEING COMPROMISED}
Meanwhile soon Dr.Lana said " Imani turn on the Device"
Which he soon he did, which soon 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 9 Fusion Nuclear Thaumalogical and a [REDACTED] is more than enough to power it
Which soon the Device soon turned on and a the Device soon light up which soon an energy like portal 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 the drone soon was in The UK at a GOC facility
Which soon the drone operator comment
"Dr Lana,it work it work which My drone is flying above GOC Base NA 35"
Which when Dr Lana was about to continue to celebrate the second successful test
BOOM.
A deafening crack split the air like the sky itself had been torn in half. A blinding white flash burst from the rift chamber, flooding the entire facility with searing light for a fraction of a second—then darkness.
The floor 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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Later
In the control chamber, Dr. Lana was thrown against a console when the device exploded, her tablet clattering to the floor. While her assistant was basically knocked out as if they were punched by Mike Tyson
Which soon one of the strikes Operative woke up
"Shit!" gasped Sergeant Kyra, pulling herself up from under a collapsed Which soon Her ears were ringing. Blood dripped down from a cut above her brow.
"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.
"Yes.... 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.
"No uplink. No relay."
He tried the direct line to Geneva. Nothing. The fallback encrypted relay to Site-23. Nothing.
Then the line to the local U.S. liaison site. 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.
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 knocked plates, mugs, and half the mess staff to the ground.
Taskmaster Elaine Voss was already up, pulling a dwarf 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 fae technician, squinting at his now-dead wrist display. "No spatial rupture detected inside. But... the external geo-coordinates? They're—what the hell...?"
He tapped again. And again. "These aren't desert readings. The atmospheric density's wrong. The pressure, the humidity... this isn't Arizona."
"Then where is it?"
He swallowed. "I think we moved or teleported"
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GOC Facility Terminal 1 (Door for the facility)
Weapons were already in hand. Strike Teams 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.
The bay doors 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 grid anymore. Like Earth's just gone."
Avery muttered, "...Or like we're gone from it."
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External Perimeter Hatch – 20 minutes later
When the outer doors were finally opened—slowly, with caution 2 strike team operatives in full Whitesuit moved out—the team expected either a smoking crater or the familiar desert sun.
What they saw instead was forest.
Tall, green pines. Distant mountains. The chirping of birds.
"Where the fuck are we...?"
"This isn't the blistering and Annoyingly ugly desert of Arizona"
Strike Team Blitzkrieg fanned out into the clearing. No cities. No roads. No satellite signals.
Nothing but untouched wilderness.
And, in the distance, a faint glimmer of what looked like a... shrine?
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Back inside, Director Reiss stared at a blank monitor.
They were alone. Cut off. Relocated to God-knew-where.
The worst part?
There was No warning. No enemy attack.
Whatever had just happened... was entirely their doing.
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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, dwarves, 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.
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"
It worked. No just kidding it didn't
"I SAID QUIET DOWN!"
Which soon everyone shut up
"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, no anomalous entity attack, and no containment failure—because, as you all know, we don't contain." A few chuckles from the PHYSICS teams.
" 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."
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 Japan,but the energy signature are different."
The silence now was deafening.
"Which this world has a vastly different metaphysical structure. Ambient energy exists here in abundance,but there so many differences.
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"
The words echoed with cold finality.
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Director Reiss Office
3 Hours, 46 Minutes After Rift Event
Director Reiss 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 a crystalline 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. Psyche 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 longwave arcana-relays aren't connecting. Thaumaturgic tether traces are gone. It's like... Geneva just doesn't exist anymore. Not here."
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 Quartermaster approached, this one from Psyche: Delphi-7, an elf with a stern gaze and silver markings burned into her temple. "If we are isolated from our world, sir... we need to begin preparing for long-term autonomy. Mental stabilization, interspecies cohesion, and operational ethics will degrade fast without a clear command structure."
Reiss nodded. "Begin drafting internal morale doctrine. 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): 43
>Ptolemy Division (Logistics, Engineering, Tech): 40
>Psyche Division (Diplomacy, Analysts, Mental Ops): 18
>Pneuma Division (Special Observer,
Directorate & : 16
Species breakdown showed a majority human presence, with scattered elves, dwarves, fae, and one unaligned entity categorized "Ambiguous Sapience."
He grimaced. "Too small to hold, too big to vanish."
He 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 Director 7 and 8
....
> Unknown
> Failed
> Signal not found.
> Retry? [Y/N]
He didn't press anything.
Instead, he muttered under his breath:
"But Fuck I'm 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