November 3'rd.
2:30 PM.
Stormwind, Elwynn Forest
400 years had passed through a great war. Many of Azeroth's deadliest forces had sought to destroy or control everything in their wake. Except they were only stronger and nearly indestructable. None of the Alliance, Horde or everyone else would had matched their foes in combat. Every tactic to stop them was exausted completely. So they waited, until a hopeful result had occured.
All of the Burning Legion, Twilight Army and the Last Old God's power had depleted after seven decades of war between them. The heroes had turned the whole war to their favor, at the peak of their losses. They all chose to hide and fight another day. While the Alliance and the Horde had rebuilt their cities from almost nothing.
When they were finished. They came back stronger than ever. All thanks to a third hostile force that had advanced technology that would had destroyed them, but since they couldn't beat the Burning Legion, they all fled and left behind valuable tech that the Alliance and the Horde. Soon enough. Both sides were equipped with devastating weapons with a mixture of magic and advanced technology. But despite this amazing recovery from all of what they had suffered, all of them had went back to waging war between each other. Like they hadn't changed since their earlier conflicts. Even if they had united, the factions would still go back to their old ways.
In an old saying, Karma will strike back at them. In fact, they shall experience great loss and destruction that shall scar them for generations.
"Madam... Are you okay?" An Alliance royal official woke the Queen up. They were locked in a bunker under Stormwind along with other political officials. The insides of the building were damaged with water draining in. They all said it was an act of an invasion by an unknown force, as they came into the skies with new ships and burned the city over a month. She was in a coma to fool the attackers, thinking that she was dead.
"Of course I am. Could anyone tell me what happened to all of our generals out there?" She spoke as she scanned the room, and there's no one who has the Marshall ranking.
"They're dead, along with most of our high-ranking soldiers out there. Only most of the militia survived." He gravely gave the bad news, every elite soldier and mage personal were killed along with the Marshall-Generals. Leaving nothing but the militia, but they were yet to receive promotion from the army. They were sadly insignificant against them, but lucky for them. They still live today.
"You can't be serious. There's got to be someone out there who can take care of-" She tried to reason with him, attempting to make the ordeal less damaging than it is. The man decides to grab her hand, taking her out the bunker and upstairs to the balcony.
When she reaches to the shuttered control room, the attempts to scan the damages were all too severe to survive. The shutters lower to a vastly destroyed Stormwind, an advanced city with tall skyscrapers and massive ships were all reduced to flames and ashes. Everywhere in the city was completely ravaged, but the man's grave message was true. All of the high-ranking soldiers and Marshall-Generals were decimated, and the militia was placed elsewhere, but most of them survived.
Even after a month, the flames still burn brightly as the sun fades out, welcoming the night. To a surprise, seventy-eight percent of the city's civilians survived. They all gathered inside the inns to hide from a nearby storm. Last but not least, the treasure caches were mostly destroyed. Leaving 30 percent of the Queen's available funds in her hands. The financial bankers were all killed within the city.
The truth that this attack wasn't directed to exterminate everyone, but to kill any critical individuals to severely cripple the Queen. Now she's left with only herself as the important survivor. Unfortunately, she's stuck with a set of local officials. Lucky that she has the only royal official next to her. This was cut short, because he was killed by a sniper. Using some sort of crystalline ammunition that lands a fatal blow to his chest, most likely by the heart. She ran downstairs shortly after and shut the doors.
That just proves that any low point can get any lower than it is. Now she's left with no one to run anything at all.
"What happened?" The next local official spoke to her as she got downstairs.
"Curse the Horde for this... If this wasn't to kill all of us, that means they done it to weaken us all. They want us as slaves to them." In the middle of the madness, she blames the Horde. Despite the ships not being made from them, they believe her.
"Excuse me madam. But the Horde isn't responsible for the attacks at all." A random militia mage ran into the room. All while believing that the Horde wasn't the ones who attacked them.
"How dare you say that to me?! We lost so many important people today. There's no one left in all of the government branches except for me, because some of those wretched beings shot the last royal advisor. Now he's dead, and no one is now left to defend our way of life properly!" She suddenly sparks at the mage because of his idea. She has completely lost it, now going over the rails.
"There is no one left at all to rule both sides! I heard from Darnassus that Orgrimmar is nothing but ashes over there. The Warchief even survived alone, and now has no one left to take care of the Horde. We're completely left destroyed and no one is either ready to fight whatever it came from." The mage even tried to speak while summoning an orb. The Warchief was the only one standing from the collapsed canyon which had Orgimmar between the rocks. Now its burnt and crushed by the canyon.
"That's no excuse. We don't know what type of ship that is, but this level of destruction should be usually deserved by the Horde." She remained so hard-headed, and when he tried to speak the truth. She uses the last of her royal guard to detain him, sending him down to the cells.
"Are you sure he's-" The same official tries to justify the madness in her eyes, only to get shouted out like a dog. He can't even make a word out of her rage. "Fine. Blame them and wage war on them, but don't complain if you're already dead along with the rest of us."
As he left. The only loyal set of officials were to go out to appoint new people to run what's left of Stormwind. From what the orb represented, someone is plotting from the shadows to remove the Alliance and the Horde, which was the two barriers gravely weakened by the attack. The next thing was to get the word to be sent out to Alliance allies to launch an counter-strike to destroy what's left the Horde. Both sides didn't really knew what attacked them.
The Sea-Front District, Stormwind.
11:30 PM. Next Day.
As the Queen gathered more people to decide what to do with the remains of the city's infrastructure. More of the people grow disgusted by her second phase of restoring the Alliance. They knew the Horde wasn't responsible for this act, but the guards refused to listen. The Queen detained a good portion of the people, but since the prisons in the city was destroyed, they had to find something else to hold them with. This group of people were so disgusted by the war, they were willing to separate from the Alliance to support an extra-terrestrial faction. It wasn't the Burning Legion, but something better than the Alliance.
Surprisingly. The Horde's racial factions had also joined with them to find this faction in the stars, away from Azeroth and it's troubles. They were all hunted down by both factions. They wanted them to live or die by the sword, but they hadn't backed down from the risks.
The Sea-Front district was a place of merchants selling fish to cook and overseas trading to be made. Sadly, no one remains open at this time as the damages were too severe to remain operation, even the rats had started to starve and die from the lack of food. Worse, the remaining food at the Royal District were available to loyalists. Since this quarter is mostly separatists, the civilians didn't receive food at all. They were arrested every night, before and after the destruction of Stormwind and Orgimmar.
An inn was the temporary hideout for the group, as the storm slowly through the area. It flooded the streets, preventing the militia from reaching the area. Not only did this group had all the Alliance racial factions, but the Horde separatists joined them. They were no longer supporting civilians that way, but they all wanted was to escape Azeroth's stupid little war.
"Is that the smith again? We told him to bring back any food from the palace, and you bring us these crates of random stuff in it?" The bartender tried to figure out why would the smith have five very large metal crates in the basement.
"Sorry. There's no way of finding anymore food from the stands, but these crates are important. Just come down and see." The smith told them to come downstairs. They all followed, since there's nothing better to do. They may find something fun to do. He was right all along.
As five more people followed downstairs. The crates were unmarked, and as they opened. A new set of strange uniforms opened up. They had a jungle camouflage to it and it had exo-body armor with a few more upgrades along with it. The insignia and the name was the UNSC, the same faction that the separatists were trying to join.
There was advanced-looking weapons, the same firearms from the Alliance were upgraded for automatic fire. Except these weapons were refined in auto firing mechanics, meaning that the weapons fire without jamming so often. Prototype weapons were also in the crates too, and today was their dreams come true. They wanted to either leave peacefully or with force. A note was left behind as everyone got their weapons and armor. They also got their food and they read as they were eating.
(This is the UNSC's Special Forces division, we're sending you food and water to this location. But however, due to the recent uprising and the turn of events of the Alliance-Horde war. This is your only supply drop at this time, but we've launched transport to the outskirts of Stormwind. It will be there at about tomorrow morning, but you have about a short time window to catch. Get to the evac point at Westfall at the old fort. Time is short) -REDACTED-
"Better finish up eating. I just saw some Gryphons in the area, we're getting swarmed soon. This could be our last chance to live." The smith was done eating, he grabbed what seemed to be a rifle and moved upstairs.
"Uh, as much as that crate was helpful. We don't know who send that note. All I can know it can be a trap." A random gnome doubted that letter, since it had 'REDACTED' from the sender. It may as well be a trap.
"It's either forced to live with this for the rest of our lives, or possibly die free from Stormwind. If we're that radical to attack them if we wanted to, they'll torture us until the end of time. We won't be the same again. In fact, we're dead if we stay." The night elf agreed with the dire situation. All the other separatists started to argue, creating sound that attracted the soldiers inside the inn.
When the first squad of troops walked in, the first reaction was firing the trigger in an uncontrollable fire, killing the squad and leaving his friends unharmed. The rest sprinted into a secret tunnel to the sewers.
"Ugh. How will we live with that?" The night elf spoke as she was disgusted by the sight of the town guards being gunned down as they left their inn.
"We won't look at life as the same anymore. But it's going to be okay." One of the rebels had tried to keep a straight face after that mess.
They wondered around the sewer ways for what it seemed to be minutes. Until the security system had flushed them out into the sea, because the guards had been informed of the intruders inside the sewers. They washed the passageways out to kill them, but they hadn't checked again to make sure they were dead. So they walked out of the room and called it a day.
Coast of Westfall, In the caves.
Morning Time - 7:20 AM.
"You're sure they're still alive at this point?" Spoken from a random soldier who was waiting for the survivors to get here. He was wearing a helmet with a built-in visor and full-metal armor that is tough yet flexible. They had the same rifles too, and this was definitely the same people who supplied the rebels. Thanks to the 'UNSC' insignia and a advanced dropship.
"We're running out of time, but these guys are taking a lovely stroll in a park?" Another soldier replied to the other as he was getting ready to leave.
"Meh. I'm already starting this thing up, so don't worry about it." The pilot had started to lift from the ground when the survivors wash up in the cave.
"Wait. Those are our fans?" The next trooper saw the separatists floating on a fishing boat.
"Better pull them out quick. We got hostiles coming in!" The squad leader fired off at a cavalry that was coming in, but the troops and the rebels had got into the dropship in time. It flew away quickly out of their range.
Meh. Final was short but Argent Revolution has returned once more after revising so many times. You may question on why did I say 'Anime Edition', but its really simple. It's using my imagination of the art work what is represented in your mind right now. This is an AU for some good reasons I can explain later on.