*Xavier Callan's Laboratory; June 14, 2021; 1:00 PM*

"You were a former Inquisitor. Not just their scientist." Alex glared.

"Now, now... No need to cause a ruckus in my laboratory..! Allow me to explain. Osiris, this factors you in as well, so do listen." Dr. Callan defended, raising his hands.

"Okay!" Osiris nodded, sitting down cross-legged on a carpet leading into a sort of living room.

"Now, Alex...es.. I assume you're aware that the Inquisition as a whole changed once the Current Alpha took power, yes?" Callan began.

"In a sense. I recall hearing that the Inquisition took a shift from mercenary defenders of their corner of the Multiverse to a full-scale empire-slash-landlord style of ruling once Alpha took power." Alex B 0-12 recalled.

"Indeed. Alpha had wanted to pursue not only upscaled Multiverse-Transportation technology, but also an increased militaristic presence. He appointed me as the Head of both the Weapons Development as well as the Transportation Sciences. My degrees in Electrical Engineering, Electronic Engineering, and Theoretical Physics alone meant they practically handed me the job. This was after the SCP Foundation requested I take a leave of absence... and subsequently tried to assassinate me." Callan explained.

"Guess you aren't alone on the whole 'attempted assassination' boat." Alex shrugged.

"Indeed. I ended up faking my own death, with the Inquisition's help, of course, in order to evade the watchful eye of the Foundation. Once that was settled, I began development on several projects. The Landkreuzer P.1000 was a redesigned version of a WWII German Blueprint, but the design of the I-455 Airships, The Knight's Myriad and the Nemesis, as well as the unfinished Kalos Prime Dimensional Transporter and the ARES Satellites were all my original designs. At first, I had thought this was all well and good... Then I discovered what they would be used for..."

"Starting Armageddon across several worlds." Alex B 0-12 nodded.

"Yes. The Inquisitors had called this plan 'The Great Reckoning'. They intended to initiate these Doomsday Events, then use my technology, as well as their skills, to defeat their own atrocities. Using these, they would have ensured there would be no defying their rule.. I knew my technology was too powerful to find fault in, so I contacted the few Inheritors left and escaped with my life.." Callan continued.

"So, with both the SCP and Inquisitors on your back, what did you do next?" Alex asked.

"I travelled to a universe where not not only did the SCP and Inquisition not have any sort of presence, but where I had died of a stroke moments before. I buried my counterpart's body and started to pursue my Ph.D's in Biotech and Genetics. I knew it wouldn't be long before both of them had discovered that I escaped and took off with several of their blueprints, so I decided to use one of them as a failsafe for when they discovered me. Project Osiris."

"Is that.. Me?" Osiris asked curiously.

"Precisely! Project Osiris was originally an Inquisitor Design. Alpha had wanted to raise a worthy successor once his Inquisitorial Empire had been established. It was intended to be a genetic union of several powerful species in one body. After Alpha had died, I had crafted several Microscopic droids meant to extract the DNA of several of your own cohorts.

Osiris, you are the genetic fusion of Alex Walker, Yang Xiao Long, Princesses Luna and Celestia, Iron Talon, Applejack, Rainbow Dash, Ultimus Crux, Cade Walker, Ruby Rose, and most recently, Prince Vegeta. I originally intended to raise you as a bodyguard, but now... I see you as my own son." Callan smiled kindly.

Osiris looked like his mind had just been blown.

"So, I technically have 5 dads, not including you, and 6 moms." Osiris stated.

"Well... Yes." Callan nodded.

"That explains Osiris, but why go through the trouble of gathering the Relics and Us?" Alex B 0-12 wondered.

"In recent years... I saw the most prominent figures of the war ascend to power beyond my wildest dreams. Legend has it that four of the Relics are capable of changing the world around us in significant ways.. My intent is for Osiris here to use this power to be able to contend with the Inquisition's strongest enforcers as well as any eldrich horror the SCP is willing to throw my way. By any means necessary."

"So why am I here?" Alex asked.

"Ah, Yes... I hadn't planned nor counted on you ever allying yourself with the likes of an old double-crosser such as myself. I understand you're short on power." Callan noted.

"Yeah, what's your point?" Alex wondered.

"I need you to mentor Osiris. Teach him as much as you can. In the end, I shall give you your powers back." Callan asked.

"You know what he's capable of, what if he were to turn? I'm already in a rocky state with the rest of my friends, who all pretty much know what might happen too. If something were to happen... and if I were to cause it... They would kill me." Alex explained.

"...It is a heavy cost, I understand... How about I sweeten the deal?" Callan asked.

".. How so?"

"I will restore half of your power now, and provide you with a suit of armor and your own Airship." Callan promised.

"A suit of armor and an airship? I can see the Armor happening, but the Airship?" Alex scoffed.

"I can create one in less than 5 seconds... with this." Callan promised, raising the Relic of Creation.

"...Okay. I need you to create this Airship of yours with an onboard Dimensional Transporter, at least a ton of Gold, onboard weaponry, and all varieties of weapons of my own... Ah, fuck it. Just give me the Relic."

"Very well then, as long as you train Osiris as best you can." Callan agreed, raising his hand for Alex to shake.

Alex grinned, shaking his hand, finding that Callan held the Relic in his hand.

"You've got yourself a deal. I'll give this right back." Alex promised before turning to Alex B 0-12.

"Keep silent about this, will you?" Alex asked.

"Gotcha. I can keep tabs on the rest of the group for you. I think I know what you're planning, too." Alex B 0-12 promised.

Alex stepped outside, overlooking the barren landscape before him and raising the Relic, he began his work.

Scouring his memories about the Knight's Myriad, he increased it's size by about twice as much.

The new ship was over a mile long, nearly a mile wide, and over 400 feet tall. The Ship was essentially a super-massive flying aircraft carrier.

It was time for additional modifications.

Alex gave the entire ship a facelift, brightening the ship's dark grey into a silvery gold. Also taking the time to write the Airship's name on both sides of it; The Aurora.

Getting to work fast, Alex swept numerous Bullhead-esque VTOLs, with some equipped with additional armor, weapons systems. He also equipped some for specialized uses. Some were meant to drop a tank of Alex's own design; The Hellion I. The Tank was essentally an amalgamate of the German Panzer IV and the M1 Abrams, souped up with an Adenienite Tesla Cannon, and a dust-round machine gun.

The VTOLS were equipped for a variety of uses. Stealth Variants had cloaking devices, Comms Jammers, and powerful sound-suppressing mufflers on each engine. The Gunners carried heavier armor and added cannons. Tank Transports had the loading bays carved out to attach Hellion I's.

These VTOLS were named Hussar I's after a Polish Cavalry unit Alex had studied during his time as Admiral.

Personnel Transport Vehicles were also equipped. Large hover-trucks with heavy armor. Some had MG ports, some had added personnel capacity, and some had prison cells equipped. Alex quickly took to naming these trucks 'Sparta I's'.

VTOLs were also equipped to transport the Sparta I's, making it so that 2 could be carried by a single Hussar I.

Making 2 additional Dreadnought-type air carriers, with added firepower and equipping them with all of the previous vehicles, Alex made it so an AI of his own design could pilot all of these ships without use of a crew, as to devote the entire ship's personnel to military use.

Naming the Dreadnought Carriers the Carolus and the Ericsson, Alex equipped each ship with 2 Railguns and a singular Turbolaser-type cannon.

In the Cargo Holds on each Dreadnought, Alex placed 1 ton of gold, silver, and other valuables, giving the Aurora 2 tons of valuables.

As a final precaution, Alex set aside in each Cargo Hold an army of Humanoid Drones capable of carrying out military orders by an AI. This was to act as a failsafe in case either his crew turned on him, or if there was too much at stake militarily.

Equipping each ship with Dimensional Jump equipment, Alex set aside his own personal cruiser, a muted purple and gold personal ship meant to fit four people and evoked images of an exotic car. Alex set onto the ship, inviting Osiris to join him.

"Oh, almost forgot..!"

In the armories, Alex decided to provide each soldier with a standard rifle, a standard sidearm, and a standard power-weapon. The Rifle being modeled after the SCAR-H, equipped with adaptable ammunition: Lead, Dust, Tesla, and incendiary. The Rifle was essentially a cross between the SCAR, the M4, and the AK platforms. Alex named these rifles AW-01s.

The Sidearm of choice was a .40 S&W semi-automatic, similarly adaptable and looking like a double-barreled cross between the Colt M1911 and the Five Seven, naming it the .40 Invictius.

The power-weapon of choice was a double-barreled, break-action grenade launchers with similar adaptability, with Rocket Ammunition also being an available type. Alex named these the Hydra Mk.1s.

With his Fleet prepared and his potential infantry needs equipped, Alex and Osiris prepared to fly off.

As promised, Alex tossed down the Relic of Creation to Callan, who released half of the energy enclosed within the Absorption Charge into Alex's waiting hands.

"You have my thanks, Callan! Osiris is in good hands!" Alex promised.

Alex stopped for a moment.

"Wait, shit. This needs an A.I." Alex griped.

"What would happen if it doesn't?" Osiris asked.

"I have to fly these goddamn ships my goddamn self." Alex griped.

"So.. Where are we going?" Osiris asked.

"We'll be linking up with some old buddies of mine on Vytilis. A bunch of mercenary-types.. I get you're still new with all of this, but I'm gonna help you out here. I'm not just gonna teach you about fighting and shit, I'm gonna teach you about all the shit that I wished that I knew starting out on this stuff.. You'll catch on to all of this stuff eventually, Osiris." Alex swore.

*House of Parliament, Washington D.C; June 15, 2021; 12:00 PM*

Hunter Smith's Government was facing crisis.

Essentally, after fighting among themselves, several U.S Restoration Groups ended up merging into two warring factions; The Iron Brotherhood and the Sunset Union. Both intending to bring down the NAF for their own reasons.

Basically, the Iron Brotherhood absolutely detested Hunter Smith's government for cutting back on military spending in the face of a perceived growing foreign threat, In their dimension and without. The Sunset Union, on the other hand, hated the Federation because of a PR misunderstanding that led to nearly every major city in the Pacific Coast and the New England Area being mostly or at least partially destroyed in a widespread riot that ended up being referred to as 'Red July'.

Technically, the only group pursuing true Restoration was the Iron Brotherhood, who sought to rid the Federation government "puppets" being controlled by other dimensional groups, and the Sunset Union simply wanted to do away with the old traditions, it's leadership still in heavily debate what is to be done after the fact.

Between a highly unpopular government and radicals of all kinds wreaking havoc left Alex S 1-14 feeling at home, for better or worse.

So, when he stepped up to a podium alongside Ruby, Summer, Twilight, Ultimus, and Kat, Alex S 1-14 began by addressing the Citizenship.

"Citizens of the NAF, I feel your pain!" Alex S 1-14 began.

The whole room grew silent, totally stunned by Alex speaking with a German Accent.

"Your home has been torn apart by needless civil wars! You're the perpetrators and victims of your own uprisings! These groups each fight to tear your hearts away from order and demand your tribute in either one bloodstained rule or another!

I am not the Alex Walker of this dimension, but I am one from which I have lived through the Great War and the fallout of that damnable Treaty that destroyed my home! And in your eyes, I see the eyes of my own people: scared, hopeless, humiliated, all the consequences of war itself!

I learned later that my people would fall victim to the lies and horror of a despot. I will not let that happen here!" Alex S 1-14 elaborated.

"And how do you propose we stop that?" Hunter Smith asked, looking hopeless and in need of an answer.

"The citizenship do not have to suffer the lies of the Iron Brotherhood or the Sunset Union, but the people of this country cannot ignore the fact that there is little that can be done to save it. Foreign nations, as well as the local threats here, essentially mean that the Federation died long ago." Summer explained.

"As a former Senator... I have to agree. I would hesitate to create new laws, re-work old ones, or even vote for fear of personal attacks during my time in office. From day one, when I wasn't bored, I was terrified." Kat added.

"Equestria has tried to find solutions that would work for everyone, but that wouldn't be possible without crossing an ethical line. The NAF was doomed from the start." Twilight confessed.

"As was mein Weimar Republic. But it doesn't have to be that way." Alex S 1-14 promised.

"What do you suggest we do?" A Senator by the name of Daniel Kreuz, asked.

"Just yesterday, I was asked along with other veterans of the... I think you're calling it the 'Provinence Incident', but we tend to call it the 'Inquisitor War on Remnant', but that's beside the point.. I was asked to help form The Republic of Concordia on Vytal. This new frontier remains with untapped natural resources, expansive landscape, and all the rights everyone was entitled with to start." Ruby explained.

The Ambassadors of Vale, Vacuo, Atlas, and Mistral were outraged.

"You claimed sacred ground?!" The Vacuo Ambassador yelled in anger.

"You traitor!" Vale's Ambassador shouted.

"ORDER!" Hunter yelled desperately, not wanting to incite a brawl in the House.

"Tell me more about this... Concordia..." Atlas' Ambassador growled coldly.

"With the help of Director Anderson, we've composed a rough constitution. Civil Rights are guaranteed, and the Concordian Military, of which we, as well as the entirety of the former Unity team, are all members. With these defenses, the Republic is able to defend the Island." Ultimus elaborated.

"The amount of Grimm on Vytal originally meant that little was known about the natural resources that Vytal contained. With all the Grimm dying after the Magnolia Massacre, it was revealed that Vytal had huge deposits of Dust, as well as a variety of other natural resources. Precious metals, oil, fresh water, all of those are located on the continent, providing a suitable trading post, as well as a potential job market." Summer added, sweetening the deal.

"How would the civilians even get there?" Senator Laughlin wondered.

"Our top scientists are currently opening portals in every city in every state right now." Ultimus answered.

"Now, do you recognize the Republic of Concordia as it's own state?" Alex S 1-14 asked coyly.

Hunter Smith stared in shock. These Soldiers had declared their own state in legally unclaimed land, but he couldn't risk losing other allies in Remnant, not after he's tried to repair relations with each Kingdom.

"I... I can't." The Chancellor hopelessly declared.

"We, as Ambassadors of Remnant, refuse to declare Concordia it's own separate nation. In fact, each of us will most certainly declare war on the Republic."

"Well, suit yourself. Try and stop us." Alex S 1-14 grinned, leaving the room with the rest of his crew.

Alex S 1-14 continued to make arrangments for how the Republic would be governed. Would it be governed via Parliamentary System, or a Council? How would laws be enforced? It would already look bad, seeing as Concordia is technically a military junta.

'In any case... All of Remnant is ready to wage war with us... We must be ready... for anything.' Alex S 1-14 thought.

*Supreme Leader's Estate, Iridescence, Adenien; June 15, 2021; 7:45 PM*

Supreme Leader Krete had recently received news of the Republic of Concordia's formation and coming war with Remnant. This was trouble enough, since he had to deal with Protá's Ryders consistently helping Adenien's allies while maintaining plausible deniability.

He knew his son had the right thing in mind, but his actions made it difficult for Adenien to handle any sort of business with Remnant, the Dragon Lands, and Earth, especially considering what happened to Lithia.

He decided to call up Protá once more to discuss a possible strategy, as well as offer advice on how to properly and suitably deal with the Concordian Crisis looming over the horizon, on top with what most people were now calling The Draconic Wars, after their main combatants.

"Protá, come up here at once." Krete requested via intercom.

No response. Surely, his son must have been busy.

"Protá, You and I have much to discuss." Krete demanded again.

No response once more.. Once meant something important, two meant he was asleep.

"Protá, this is serious. Wake up." The Supreme Leader insisted.

Three times meant possible danger. Krete grabbed his Sword of Emperors; an intricate gold and blue sword alight with blue flame that was wielded by every Supreme Leader of Adenien since the Great Wars of old.

Krete charged down the hallways of Adenien, running for Protá's personal room.

"Protá!" Krete shouted, hacking the door open with his blade, only to find his son dead, with Julius Crux standing over his corpse. The Son of the Supreme Leader, Commander of the Adenien Ryder Corps, and Next-in-line for the position of Supreme Leader, was dead.

"Hello, Supreme Leader." Julius greeted.

"You're of the Crux clan... Why have you done this?!" Supreme Leader Krete demanded angrily.

Julius did not respond, instead nodding his head and clenching his fist.

A power bolt shot through the room, spearing the Supreme Leader in his heart.

As Krete fell to the ground, Julius raised his dagger, glowing with a dangerous red light.

"A-A Sokarian Dagger..?! Those have been outlawed for centuries for being able to pierce spiritual barriers and Armor..!" Supreme Leader Krete realized with horror.

Julius only nodded, stabbing the Supreme Leader between the eyes with the weapon, rendering the Supreme Leader lifeless.

With both the Supreme Leader and his heir now dead, the Throne and Sword of Adenien was now easy pickings..

Thanks to an aging CIA Agent; Timothy Winchester.

"There. The Throne and Sword is yours now. Onto my end of the deal-." Agent Winchester grinned devilishly as Julius speared his ally in the neck, severing loose ends.

"I apologize, but accomplices usually confess.. Not that it matters anyways, what you want is too costly." Julius grinned, lashing the blade upwards and slicing the Agent's head open.

With the Throne and Sword secured, Julius would be able to say he had gone for a diplomatic hearing to find the Agent responsible for both the death of Protá and the former Supreme Leader, and cover up any evidence suggesting otherwise.

The Leader of Adenien would either choose the title of 'Supreme Leader' if vying for a mostly peaceful rule, or 'Emperor' if aiming for conquest. There hasn't been an Emperor of Adenien in centuries.

"All hail Emperor Julius Crux."

Author's Notes:

Three new powers have been formed: The Republic of Concordia, spearheaded by Unity, as well as former Inheritors. The New Adenien Empire, now lead by the treacherous Julius Crux, and Alex's Auroran Fleet, with Osiris serving as his Lieutenant/First Mate.

All the while, the war intensifies; With Earth's civilians jumping ship, it is evident the North American Federation will crumble, but who will claim it's remains? How will the Inquisitors and Illuminati handle these new opportunities?

What threat may Osiris soon pose?

Find out on the next chapter of Blood Red Shadows II: The Crimson Shade!

-The Destoyer.

P.S.

It's the literal second anniversary of this story.

It still isn't done.

Life is pain.

EDIT: Changed up some of the newer factions because I felt they were a little too 'on the nose'.