Building a Conglomerate in Another World

January 24, 1898.

Amerathian Naval Base – Subic Bay, Philippine Territory

The Subic Bay Naval Base was alive with urgency. Cranes swung overhead, dropping heavy crates of artillery shells into the bellies of warships. Supply trucks rumbled back and forth, loaded with ammunition, medicine, and food. Sailors rushed across the docks, preparing ships for deployment.

The Amerathian flag flew high above the command tower, fluttering in the breeze alongside the Pacific Command insignia. The sun dipped toward the horizon, casting long shadows over the water.

General Wade Bartlett stood near the end of the pier, binoculars to his eyes, watching the final preparations.

"They'll be ready to sail by nightfall," said Admiral Cora Rock, stepping beside him. Her uniform was crisp, her voice steady.

Bartlett nodded. "And the Japanese fleet?"

"We received confirmation from Tokyo an hour ago. They've cleared their ports at Yokosuka and Kure. Our ships will link with Admiral Togo's fleet for combined operations. Air coverage will come from the carriers we've deployed west of Okinawa."

Bartlett lowered his binoculars. "Good. And the Korean situation?"

Rock glanced at the report in her hand. "Busan is operational. The Korean Empire granted us limited access to offload troops and equipment. They're not joining the war officially, but they're allowing us to coordinate with Japanese forces on their soil under their emergency defense agreement."

Bartlett grunted. "That's more than enough. We just need to hold the coast."

—

Busan, Korean Empire

At the port of Busan, Amerathian transport ships offloaded crates, tanks, and troops onto the docks. Korean soldiers stood by, watching silently but not interfering. They'd cleared key areas of the port for the Amerathians to establish a temporary base.

Colonel Robert Meacham, the Amerathian officer leading the ground coordination effort, moved through the harbor with his staff.

"We set up supply depots near the eastern ridges," he told a group of Korean officers through a translator. "We won't overstep. We're here to help reinforce defensive positions in the mountains and support Japanese troop movements across the strait."

General Nam Kyung-jin of the Korean Imperial Army nodded slowly. "Our Empire remains neutral—for now. But the Russian buildup near the Manchurian border is forcing our hand. We will not allow them to set foot on our land."

Meacham extended a hand. "Then let's hold this line together."

Nam shook it. "For now, we stand together."

Tokyo, Japan – War Ministry

Inside the War Ministry, Emperor Yoshihito reviewed the latest battlefield reports with his generals and the newly arrived Amerathian advisors.

"Our ships are moving into defensive positions," Admiral Togo reported. "We've coordinated air coverage with the Amerathian carriers stationed west of Okinawa. Their aircraft can reach deep into the Sea of Japan within two hours."

General Yamagata added, "With Amerathian support, we can shift troops to reinforce Korea's eastern frontier. It's the most likely landing point for a Russian amphibious strike."

Colonel Meacham, patched through via telegraph line from Busan, updated the Emperor. "Our units are digging in at the ridge lines and have begun transporting light artillery to defensive chokepoints. We've set up joint command posts with Korean officers to streamline communication."

Yoshihito nodded. "Good. Let the Russians come. We will not yield an inch."

Takamura, ever cautious, added, "We must not let this foreign aid compromise our sovereignty."

Yoshihito met his gaze. "We remain in command of our forces. Amerathia is here by our invitation, not as occupiers."

Takamura nodded reluctantly.

Eastern Manchuria – Russian Forward Command

General Fyodor Kazakov paced outside his command tent, wrapped tightly in a fur-lined coat. Snow crunched under his boots as he looked over the hills, where the Russian 3rd Army was assembling for their next move.

His aide approached. "Reports confirm Amerathian troops are landing supplies in Busan. Their engineers are helping reinforce Korean fortifications. The Koreans aren't fighting—but they aren't stopping the Japanese either."

Kazakov's jaw clenched. "It doesn't matter. We begin the offensive as planned."

"But sir, we risk engaging both Amerathian and Korean troops—"

"Then we engage them," Kazakov said coldly. "If the Koreans wish to shield the Japanese, they will share their fate. And if the Amerathians bleed for the East, they will learn what cold war truly means."

He turned to his staff. "We march by dawn."

—

St. Petersburg – Winter Palace

Tsar Nicholas II sat brooding in his study, the latest telegrams from the front piled in front of him.

"They're not backing down," Alexei said. "The Amerathians are sending more ships. We've intercepted signals between Busan and Yokosuka confirming joint operations."

Nicholas slammed his fist on the desk. "We should have crushed Japan before the Americans arrived. Now we are surrounded."

"Not entirely," Alexei said carefully. "Our agents report internal dissent among some European states. Not all support Amerathia's involvement, even if they remain neutral."

Nicholas stood and walked toward the window. Snow was falling gently outside.

"They've made their move," he muttered. "Now we will show them what it means to provoke the Russian Empire."

He turned. "Send the orders. Full invasion across the Manchurian front. Begin naval operations targeting Korean ports. Start with Pohang. Then move to Busan."

—

Washington, D.C. – The White House

The East Room was packed with reporters, flashbulbs going off in quick succession. President Matthew Hesh stood at the podium, calm but stern.

"Today, Amerathian forces are assisting the sovereign nations of Japan and the Korean Empire in defending their territorial integrity against an unprovoked Russian invasion," he began.

A reporter from the Liberty Times stood. "Mr. President, critics in Europe say Amerathia has abandoned Western unity by siding with Asian powers. What is your response?"

Matthew's voice didn't waver. "Then the West must ask itself what it stands for. Is it unity at all costs? Or is it freedom, sovereignty, and respect for borders?"

Another voice called out, "What about Korea? Are they now part of this war?"

"Korea has not declared war," Matthew replied. "But they have the right to defend their homeland. We are simply helping them do so. They are not our vassals. They are our partners."

A murmur ran through the crowd.

Matthew continued. "Amerathia will not let imperial ambitions redraw the map of Asia. If that makes us unpopular in Paris or Berlin, so be it. But we will not stand by while civilians are shelled and nations are overrun."

Busan – Defense Ridge

Amerathian engineers drove steel pylons into the frozen earth, building gun emplacements and trenches along the ridge overlooking Busan Bay. Nearby, Korean Imperial soldiers manned observation towers and passed binoculars back and forth.

It was a tense alliance, but one born of necessity.

Captain Luis Graham of the Amerathian Army shared maps with General Nam. "We're expecting Russian naval forces within 48 hours. Pohang may fall quickly. If they try to land here, we'll have the high ground."

Nam nodded. "Our artillery crews are ready. If they try to take this city, they'll regret it."

Overhead, Amerathian scout planes flew patrols across the sea.

The first bombs hadn't fallen yet. But everyone knew it was just a matter of time.

—

Sea of Japan – Russian Northern Fleet

Admiral Grigory Yermakov peered through his spyglass from the deck of the battleship Borodino. "Signal the fleet to advance. We test the defenses at Pohang first."

A young officer approached. "And if Amerathians engage us?"

Yermakov grunted. "Then we will show them what it means to defy the Tsar."

He turned. "Prepare all guns. Full speed ahead."

—

Washington, D.C. – Situation Room

Back in the White House, President Hesh studied the map lit up across the table. Markers showed Russian ships moving south. Reports from the Busan defense line were already coming in.

Collins entered, holding a fresh dispatch. "Pohang's under bombardment. They're coming."

Matthew nodded grimly.

"Then this is it," he said. "This is where we hold the line."

He looked at the gathered military brass.

"Start the defense protocol. Activate carrier strike groups. Begin the joint response coordination with Tokyo and Seoul. And make it clear—"

He paused.

"If Russia wants a fight, they've got one."

***

Washington, D.C. – Situation Room.

The room buzzed with urgency as aides relayed messages, phones rang in rapid intervals, and officers typed up new orders. The large wall in the middle of the room displayed an updated map of the Sea of Japan. Red markers—Russian ships—were closing in fast.

Admiral Rock appeared on one of the main communications from Subic Bay. "Strike Group Omega is en route. We'll be in range within twenty hours."

Matthew Hesh leaned on the edge of the operations table. "That's not soon enough. We need to hold the Russians at Pohang until our fleet arrives."

"Busan will be next," Collins added. "If they break through Pohang, they'll head straight for it."

Matthew nodded. "Then make sure they don't break through."

A comms officer turned from her desk. "Incoming message from Busan, sir."

"Put it through."

The line crackled for a second. Then a voice came through—Captain Luis Graham.

"This is Graham at Defense Ridge. We have confirmation—Russian ships are landing troops at Pohang. Artillery fire has started. We're engaging. Sir… we need air support fast."

Matthew looked at the map again.

"Tell them to hold. Reinforcements are on the way."

But even he didn't know if they'd make it in time.