An: So yes, Let's make a few things clear now before you start reading.
Ares will not appear in this fanfic until we learn more about them.
I will try to stick to character's power levels as I see them in canon as much as possible.
If I make a mistake or you think something can be improved leave it in a review or pm if you want to discuss something in the story, however, useless and rude flames and messages will not receive a response, please be neat, respectful and organized in your complaints and suggestions.
Disclaimer: I do not own Tri-piece, if I did Shiro would be dead.
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Canetool, it had only just been liberated by Tripeace, from a cliff a figure watched as the reconstruction continued, they wished to give hope to this small country, they thought they could eradicate war with their laws of meditation.
To the figure watching….
They were foolish.
This figure was dressed in pure white robes wrapped around its body obscuring its shape, a large hood covering its head and casting a shadow upon its face, it stood about the average height of a grown male, roughly Five and a half feet tall.
This figure watched for hours, it had been watching for hours, and it would continue watching, after all, it was always wise to watch your enemies.
However it was not to be as another person approached the figure, they were dressed in a white military uniform, an emblem on his upper arm, a black circle with a white roman numeral 1 in the middle. An assault rifle held to his chest.
"General we must get moving, if we don't leave now we won't meet up in time with 'Reap'." The man reported standing at attention.
"…" the figure was silent as it stood turning to the soldier. "Yes I suppose…"
It began to walk away, the soldier following.
"Ultimatums don't deliver themselves..."
-four days later—
"So this is Pakon." The figure in white said as it looked across a large stretch of land, once barren but now showing signs of natural life returning in the form of grasses and sprouting trees. Small wild flowers scattered, a picture of beauty.
"This was a barren land once, then Tri-piece worked their magic, hmm I do hope they do not act foolishly…"
It stood silently for a time until it saw another figure, exactly like it in height and dress, except this figure dressed in pure black robes. It took a good ten minutes but eventually the Black robed figure stopped by the White robed figure.
"Their answer?" White asked.
"…. They have chosen to be forcibly subjected then to peacefully assimilate." Black answered.
"Your happy aren't you?" the first replied.
"Of course."
They both turned looking behind themselves, down in a large valley something was gathered, a mass of soldiers and tanks, armored jeeps and other figures milling about in black and white cloaks.
"So, let's begin…" Black continued but White shook its head.
"First we must send a message to him, to prevent reinforcements from Kongo."
"Correct, I forgot in my excitement, I always grow too anxious on the eve of war."
-two days later
The members of Tri-piece were taking a short break, the reconstruction was coming along well but there was still a lot to do, it seemed that the only one still working was Shiro, who had repeatedly refused to take breaks.
They lounged about, Gold counting the money he had in his pockets.
Belial playing Shogi with Shitori, and losing.
Jack was smoking another carton of cigarettes while his nurses fussed about how unhealthy it was for him.
Eins however was within the Hammer Head, receiving a rather worrying message, he immediately got on to the radio and all but shouted into it.
He spoke so quickly and in such a panic they couldn't understand a word he was saying.
"Hey brat shut up and start over slower!" Gold spat back through his radio.
Eins took a breath, noting to scold Gold later, and began speaking at a normal speed, a note of panic still notable in his voice.
"The Kingdom of Pakon is under invasion by an unknown force, apparently it began almost two days ago!"
Silence fell over the Tripeace members, and Shiro, who had been lifting boxes of supplies dropped the box and froze on the spot,
This wasn't right, this was wrong to her in so many ways, after she and Nanako ended the war between Kongo and Pakon they were supposed to face an era of peace and agreement, with the two countries working together to stand strong, Pakon was already developing an economy separate from Seisui, but even so now they were being invaded!
She grabbed her radio in a panic
"Eins what about Kongo did they send reinforcements?"
"… They did, apparently they sent almost Two hundred soldiers but…"
"But what?!" Shiro pressed.
"The soldiers never arrived…" Eins replied.
"What?! How do Two hundred soldiers just disappear!"
-elsewhere, boarder between Pakon and Kongo.
A figure sat alone in the middle of a huge field, stained red with blood, this figure sat atop a boulder in this field of blood stained flowers.
He was large and hulking, a metal casing around his head, covering his eyes, scalp and the back of his head and neck, blinding him to the world, large metal capsules around his hands, containing them and restricting use, however even so.
Around him lay Two hundred bodies, all dressed in armor and ready for battle, they appeared crushed, bludgeoned and torn apart, piled atop each other.
The scent of iron was thick in the air, causing the man to lick his lips and smile he looked around at his handy work smiling more to himself.
This was slaughter, it was what he lived for, to destroy those who stood against him and those that rivaled his goals. Yes that battle a day ago had been well, invigorating and the feeling of ecstasy had yet to leave him, he still heard their screams in his ears.
Yes they had all fell, but he frowned realizing he was far from the front in Pakon.
How he longed to be there, but this was his mission, to prevent reinforcements from Kongo, and then, to clear the path to strike Kongo next.
-Front of the Pakonvs? War
The sounds of battle filled the battle field as the soldiers of Pakon fought against the mysterious enemies, the sword wielding warriors cut down every opposing soldier they could find, it had been difficult getting close as the majority used guns while Pakon used swords generally.
A rather grizzled veteran of Pakon turned striking down yet another soldier with a downward slash, yes the first two days had not gone well for them, but they were finally gaining ground against their opponents, who had only ever engaged from afar. He smiled to himself as he ran forward jumping at a large armored Jeep, cutting the mounted guns barrel off before slashing at the man running it, who fell back with a deep cut in his throat.
However as he jumped off of the jeep, intending to strike at another opponent he found the enemy was in full retreat, a victorious cheer rising out of the warriors of Pakon, however something felt wrong in the pit of his stomach, he looked about and spotted something, not moving away but toward them.
A group of figures Dressed in black robes.
They stopped just a few yards in front of him and one of the figures spoke. "~Soooo you guys ready to give up?~" it spoke in a rather chipper voice, it sounded like it belonged to a female, probably in her teens, the warrior glared and shifted his stance.
"There's… five of you and many more of us. Do you really intend to win this way?"
"Yes your numbers are far greater, but what use are sleeping warriors?" The middle figure asked, the same figure that had conversed with the being in White.
"What do you me-" he stopped talking as he looked behind him, it was true, a majority of the soldiers were asleep! Only a few dozen were not sleeping, those that were awake we're desperately trying to wake the others up.
Before the veteran could turn back around he felt it, the feeling of a great blade slicing through his flesh, he fell forward turning, seeing that his body was separated from his waist, the pain almost immediately disappeared as he looked at who killed him, it was the Middle Black Figure, now wielding a large scythe, the handle made of a chalk white bone, and a blade, long and curved, as long as a grown man's body.
His vision faded as he heard it speak, the last words he would hear.
"Sleep now, soon Pakon will join the union, one way or another."
-end-
So that's the first chapter, 1,385 words, the average however for this story will be approximately 2100 words.
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