Tokyo, November 30th 1905

Emperor Meji, leader of the Empire of Japan looked over his troops, the brave warriors like samurai of old in white field dress, bayonets shining in the sun as they marched in a victory parade for having beat Russian forces in the recent war against the large nation. Many Japanese had been shocked by the war, the cries for peace ignored,but this parade was meant to show them why they had fought, to preserve a Japan in Asia, and Bushido had won out.

Now all that was left was to show the people that any threat to Japan, out or inside the borders, a year before he would have thought himself mad at the thought, but after massive riots after word of Accepting the terms of the Czars surrender, many had taken to the streets, ground taken from Russia was returned and no payment was to be received, the idea had outraged the people and this show of force today was hoped to give these same people the idea that to rebel again would be only a swift fools death at the hands of the "Nippon Denji" or Japanese Soldier, true men of Japan who would die before she was handed over to Europe or any Asian Power. Rifles held high and march swift, the Imperial Army was, to him at least, the finest the world wold know, for as the year 1905 would soon come to a close, he knew the Japanese would look back upon it in history as a time of victory for herself.

As yet another Formation past his viewing stand, Meji was blinded by a sight in the distance, as if he had looked into the sun. As his sight returned he could make out a large archway, similar to a painting of the one the French had in their own Paris, before he could speak up to the Staff of Army and Navy Officers in his booth, a howl that chilled his bones in the early war Fall air seeped through the air like a demon and a mass of scales soared overhead, blackening the sky below them, spiting forth flames into the wooden buildings that lined the streets for miles.

A mass of screams echoed from the city, the ranks of troops halting for a moment before officers began shouting orders, Generals bowing to him before leaving to command their men. he looked up again at the sky above Tokyo, now massing with black smoke from dozens of fires on a single street alone.

"1905 will be remembered" he though solemnly.

...

"Now Go" Taki heard an Officer shout as his squad charged forwards down the bumpy cobblestone street at the invaders dressed in gleaming armor, a westerner might ask why they would charge them rather then fire in rank, but what did some fool ignorant of true honor know about war?

The Imperial soldiers, dressed in white in stark contrast, roared as they massed forwards at the enemy ranks, his blood pumped through his veins as they slammed into the enemies wall of raised Shields, stopping most of the Bayonet tipped Arisaka rifles, one or two luckier souls having their blades slide between the wall of Shields inflicting damage to the invaders.

"Form and fire" he heard and raised his rifle and fired, the 6.5x50mm round pinging off the broad metal "wall" with a sharp crack. The enemy ranks let forth a battle cry of it's own as the shields raised and a fury of short swords swept the Soldiers drawing blood over the streets and their clean cut uniforms. The Soldiers stood their ground fighting in a crimson coated melee, Blades flashed in the light of flaming timbers, the air became chocked with gunpowder and screaming roared.

Men in armor fell from bullet wounds, IJA troops found themselves stabbed through the cloth of field shirts that gave no protection from the sharp short swords carried by their foes, the battle raged forth across every street, Artillery fired timed shell's in an attempt to clear the skies of the winged hordes, At See, Tokyo Harbor and docks were ablaze, a larger gate had appeared along with the first, this one spewing a Armada of Wooden sail ships, mounting weapons like Ballistas and even Catapults that hurled flaming projectiles through the air onto the city.

As night soon fell, a light fell over the city as the remaining Army unit's regrouped, the few Naval Ships in Harbor that hadn't been sunk (A cargo ship carrying shell's for the fleet had taken a hit from the invaders own navy, the flames rocked the bay taking the cargo ship and a Destroyer with it) and the rest withdrew to regroup (On Orders from the Emperor himself, the only thing keeping them from disobeying and fighting anyway)

As the unknown enemy took hold of areas of the city, and the night took hold, it was clear that the world would never be the same...