Jakarta, TR Indonesia, the People’s Technocratic Federation of Singapore
"SecCom, we have succeeded in clamping access to Power Plant no. 6, unit advancement in area has achieved major progress, and hostile defenses nearby have been breached by juggernaut units."
A Stratocracy officer was reporting the latest progress of their forces advancing into a local Dark Energy Reactor power plant. The Harmonist forces defending the area were cut down like wheat, and another major power source has been seized by the Stratocratic forces. It would not be long before the Harmonist forces lose total strategic control over Jakarta, as in that day many other of their forces have suffered defeats at various locations across the city.
Power Plant No. 6
One of the many generic armed civilians that formed the bulk of the armies of most factions in the civil war, Zebadiah Sianipar, armed with a SPP-19 and a KRT-83-S, he was to provide suppression fire support for the team he was in, advancing into the power plant. The team, comprising of 4 conscripted armed civilians and 2 military servicemen, was to take control of the Power Plant’s control center to shut down the plant and spell doom for Harmonist forces down the blocks as their technology would be cut from the very energy that they need. They weren’t that far from their goal, but for every corridor they moved into, the Harmonist resistance seemed to be stronger and stronger.
A straight turn. Into another corridor, where a few Harmonist soldiers wielding acid-spitting guns would attempt to take them by surprise.
The leader of the team, an augmented Malay from Sarawak, ordered the team to stop with a hand gesture. She then took out a redstone grenade, activated it, and rolled it down the other corridor the Harmonists stood guard.
Inside the grenade, the redstone atoms were getting excited as the nuclear reaction began. Atomic instability released huge energy, detonating the grenade, generating massive pressure which shattered the ceramic tiles and blasted the Harmonist soldiers onto the wall. A radio flatline was then heard, indicating the bio-signals of the guards were lost and that they were dead.
The team moved into the corridor, and expected no more complications. They were wrong, of course, as the plot implies.
The door behind the dead Harmonists was blasted open by a second grenade, thrown by people apparently from the other side. Russophiles.* Zebadiah thought. They arrived in Jakarta a week ago and started to kill everyone, everything in their way just to pave the way for their “new masters”.
*sry blak
Immediately did the two teams started exchanging fire. Multiple of Zebadiah’s mates, poorly armoured, fell as the rounds of the PP-39X* sprayed down the hallway. Zeb himself was saved thanks to charging up his flak vest before going in, allowing him to survive the first volley. He then fired back with his KRT rifle, gunning down one and injuring another via a shot in the chest.
*I have no idea how a Russian weapon fell into their hands. Stop asking.
Suddenly, the roofs on the other side collapsed, squashing the enemies under metal frames and exposing another Stratocratic task force, whom used a Volkspanzerfaust to dig a hole in the floor only to collapse it.* The Russophiles who didn’t get squashed were gunned down by the incoming team ruthlessly, plasma fire corroding their armour and projectiles piercing into it.
*Don't ask me why, we ran out of shovels and pickaxes.
"We're not far from that control center, guys. Keep going-"
The soldier speaking was immediately hit by a shotgun shell from another end. Said soldier was pushed by the shell, with enormous kinetic energy, onto the wall, injured but not dead. The shotgunner that committed the act gunned down another with a well-placed headshot, and aimed for Zebadiah as the next target. However, before the person could pull the trigger, Zeb's team leader launched a dark energy ball at the shotgunner using her NRBB-13 pulse rifle. The attacker was hit by the energy ball, and turned into a floating bulk of negative mass before dissipating into the air.
The joined two teams encountered little resistance, eventually advancing into the control center surprised to find out that no one was guarding it. Zeb stepped forward and started to type on the computer screen, executing the procedures to shut down the reactor and all energy output systems. Just as he pressed the "shut down" option however, a message popped out onto the control screen:
"Was that serious?" Zeb started to grow a bit nervous, but of course no one can see his expression. Emotions could fluctuate behind the simple gas mask, but no one bothered to care about other's emotions.
"Well, I'd consider that serious since the reactor core is starting to malfunction..." one of his colleagues pointed at the core, that started to change from its stable state.
"Oh well. OH MY GAWD WHERE IS THE ACTUAL SHUT DOWN BUTTON" Zeb goes panicking, rubbing his hand all over the screen in hope of triggering the shutting down of the core through miraculous, or rather coincidental means.
In the reactor chamber, the reactor core started to emit an unhealthy yellow glow, and the distortions on the core surface that could be observed grew violent. Any Singaporean with basic technical knowledge knew this was when a reactor core is rid of its restrictive applications, and it could go boom any moment. Soon even the black core itself started to fluctuate, changing shape, no longer resembling a sphere but rather a fluid inside a container that is constantly moving violently.
"I can't shutdown this thing! All I can do is to cut off the output!"
"Did you do that?"
"Yes of course! I did that when I was rubbing my face on the screen!"
"I really thought augmentations could make a person more sensible...anyway, we should teleport out of here and report the situation to SecCom before we get turned into negative mass along with the reactor." the team leader spoke, rather in disappointment. Civvies really ought to know better, she thought.
"SecCom, dark energy reactor core is destabilizing, team Sundown Seven and Eight are evacuating, inoculation of area mandate, over."
The team engineer set up a teleporter and directed it towards an area 10 kilometres away in Stratocratic territory, where they would hopefully not be obliterated along with the rest of the power plant. When a core is destabilized, whole urban centers will be affected, and there are even cases where whole cities were wiped from the face of the planet with no traces left. But something worse was to be worried about.
For one year ago, when the PTFS was still a fledgling nation compared to the other multiversal empires (but most of said empires are now Singaporean territory) and still experimenting interdimensional teleportation, a terrible thing went wrong, thinning the "walls" between universes and bringing things and even entire nations from other universes into the PTFS's universe. The political events that followed were known as the Rift Incident and Consequences, a great change in global geopolitics as three new powers introduced themselves to the Dystopian Future with Minecraft. Just because of one experiment, the Coalition of Unions (a futuristic dystopian China) was reduced to a few strongholds in Tibet and Xinjiang, the Ethiopian Union was nearly annihilated, and Astana control over Europe was decimated.
Though not working based upon the same theory as the Rift, a dark energy core destabilization could also lead to the "thinning" of the universal walls, allowing other nations to receive visual broadcast of this event, and teleport into the Singaporean universe to intervene. This time, with the planet's greatest superpower inside a massive civil war, things are bound to be more complicated.
"So did we just acknowledge the multiverse of this conflict? Hell, that's the last thing we need." Zebadiah gazed at the power plant collapsing, the core being revealed, expanding and being warped into the skies.
"Thanks to you."
"Um...I'll report to the punishment battalion now."
"You should, so they won't find a reason to kill you."