Prologue : A Farce History

"History repeats itself, first as tragedy, second as farce..."- a unknown, but important person.

The Neuroi, a unknown species that terrorized humanity for Centuries. Nobody knew where they came from, they have the ability to appear in all shape and sizes , they have powerful miasma beams that can cut through swords like butter, and they have armor that cannot be penetrated by a flintlock.

Humanity was hopeless against these alien invaders , cowering in fear while their howering giant shapes casted a shadow over the market place. They ran for their lives as the flying monstrosities raze their homes with their weapons. However Humanity have a trump card ...

The trump card was the Witches.

A special group of girls that were gifted with magic in birth . They had the ability to raise shields that were impenetrable by miasma beams, they can soar up the skies and fire arrows that can shoot through the red hearts of the beasts and turn them to dusts in mere seconds.

Men looked up to them as goddesses , heroes, angels and saviors. Fighting away the demons everytime when they tried to harass humanity. Many times the humans celebrated victory, many times those victories would to carved onto temple walls, then passed to folktails , then told into legends, and finally those legends was abridged as the history in the textbooks.

For many times the Neuroi invaded, and too many years Humanity united to fight against this threat. Soon the only enemy that appeared was Neuroi and the Neuroi only, wars became a forgotten thing. Too many times Humanity with their Witches had chased the Neuroi out , celebrated victory with each other.

Many humans had gone tired of this charade, some thought that, if the Neuroi never fought Humanity, would there be world peace? Would there be no fighting since there was no enemies for Humanity to fight with?

Hence many wished for that, no more wars with Neurois, and eventually they got that wish, but not what they hope for...

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For centuries, the Neuroi race lived under a Queen, who ruled a nation that was called the Neur. There was a time when the whole Neur continent that she rule was suffering, from proverty , from hunger. Many hatchings died of malnutrition before they could grow up into a working adult due to the lack of food. If they grow up, they would leave their mothers to either work as a soldier drone, or a worker who would spent the rest of their lifetime in factory plants. That time was called the Great Starvation.

The Queen however had a solution for this. Queen Weixa the first , in BC 235 proposed that the Neuroi discovered this resourceful planet call Earth. The fertile planet had this substance call "soil", full of consumable elements that the Neuroi needs. The planet also have this wonder liquid call "water" , a compound that can be broken down into more useful substances to fuel the Neuroi plants, factories crucial in supporting the whole Neuroi civilization.

However there was a catch, the planet was inhabited by a homosapien species call "humans", and they weren't so happy to give their land to this alien colonisers. So the species clashed, at first the Neuroi triumph over their technological superiority over the human beings . The beasts razed homes , burnt down nations after another.

The Queen, Weixa I , was bloated with arrogance after her victory, She introduced Order Inxoden, a order to exterminate all human beings as they are inferior, weak, and obstructions to their greatness. "Vermins" as the Queen had dubbed them.

In the Neur however, the main population, the Workers worked extra hard in their factories, they neglected their own well beings to crafting more and more cores with their sickle shaped claws. Hatchlings did not get fed as their rations had went to war efforts, Workers dying in their work due to malnutrition and exhaustion. It was only the Soldiers and Queen herself who was well fed. Did anyone complain? "Complain" was not even a word in the Neuroi language, so was "disagree" and "rebel". Everybody believed that they and their Queen had the same interest, prosperity of their Queen is the prosperity of others.

However it was then human beings revealed their secret weapon, a mean to fight back. When a division of Neuroi pushed to Rome, they encountered a group of young females , all underaged , and armed with broomsticks. According to war experience, the Neuroi know that the tool was designed for cleaning .The Neuroi screeched in amusement as they readied their cannons, preparing to roast the girls alive.

The young girls raised a strange blue barrier they produced that deflected their beam into nothing but lightshows. Surprised and confused , the Neuroi fired again, only to be deflected again. The extraordinary "girls" then rode on their "cleaning equipments" and did the unthinkable, they took flight, and launched a series of elemental spells at them, fire, lighting , wind , everything.

The Neuroi was scared out of their wits, they never seen a human being that can fly before, be it to produce lighting and wind spells that knocked them to smithereens , turn them to dust and even terminate them. The Neuroi tried to fight back with their now useless miasma beams, and they rush foward like always, without thinking, and they fall.

More and More of these girls appeared all around the world, all pushing the once invincible alien force that were hellbent in wiping their species out . More ridiculously, former human rival nations that was once warring which each other, began to unite together to fight this greater threat as one humanity.

With Unity and Valor , the humans in the end chased all the Neuroi back to their own homeland. Half of the Neuroi army was wiped out, and the workers had to make up for that loss with more work, more sacrifice and more suffering.

The Queen however , cannot accept her defeat by some primitive species, she vowed one day she would return to Earth stronger, and carry out Order Inxoden regardless of the consequences. Her people , whom lacked the ability to think for themselves agreed and supported the Queen`s decisions without thought.

The Queen Weixa did not fulfill her promised, her core aged out . Hundreds years later of preparations, Queen after another Queen aged out and died, the Great Starvation was long over and became nothing more than a distant history. Order Inxoden on the other hand, was not forgotten . Queen Faharax III took her duty in carrying out Order Inxoden, to lead her people to war again, this time not for survival , but simply for a ancient revenge.

The Neuroi queen, again readied her units, this time they were prepared with past war experience they gained on earth. They made a lot of units that were designed to traverse the Earth battlefield, reptilian units that was inspired by the wildlifes on earth, they had units that shaped like boats to counter the human navy and even tried to make humanoid units.

What could go wrong in this meticulously planned invasion?

The reptilian unit had wings, earth reptiles don't have wings. The boat units were upside down when flying, and boats don't fly. The Humanoids were never a success, they were so ugly and weak that the Neuroi had to scrap it.

Surprisingly, the Neuroi did tasted success in the early stage of their sudden invasions. Although the boats were easily speared down by the witches, it was the winged reptilian units who won that victory. Those units were downright terrifying, they were able to breath Miasma beam that light the Britannian knights on fire, scaled armour that a catapults cannot pierce through and have arms that can bat witches away with ease.

The humans dubbed this unit the Dragons.

The humans again began to band together. Regardless of nationality and beliefs, they pooled their resources together, and put aside differences to fight this greater threat. Karlslandian Valkyries, sided with the Britannian Templars, allied with Fusoan Samurais and Ninjas, supported by Sinonese Shaolin and Xianlu fought valiantly against these winged beasts. They fought together with honor and trust for so long and so much that they forgot why they hate each other so many years ago.

As time passed, the dragons began to lost its glory. Apparently some smart human male in Sino invented a powdered substance call gunpowder, and they used it in this new weaponry called "guns" that were given to the witches. Again the witches flew high and shot the winged beasts down.

History repeated itself...

Again the Neuroi was chased out of the planet, Queen Faharax II again made a salty vow similar to that of her Great Grandmother on revenge, and the Workers had to repair the losses their leader caused upon them. Even if there were no natural Starvation, the Neuroi army spent so much resources that it already caused another Starvation. More hatchlings had to suffer again, the Queen and her army on the other hand, looks well fed . Sadly, the idea of questioning was still unknown to the Neuroi masses.

Another thousand years later.

Again the Queen began to prepare for war, again under the banner of the new Queen, Queen Faharax VIII, the Neuroi was again about to throw themselves to the fires of war.

Luckily for the Neurois, they were learning species, they even had a class of Neuroi called the adapters. Adapters were the class that brought the Neurois the dragons and the boats. They have the basic ability to learn from the hostile surroundings of Earth. In the first Inxoden Campaign, the Adapters help to discover Earth, in the Second Inxoden Campaign, the Adapters studied the Lizards , the birds and the ships , which eventually leads to the creation of Dragons.

In the Third and the last inxoden, the Adapters were tasked out to learn more about the humans again. However this time , One single Adapter learnt the wrong things, and this Adapter forever changed the course human history and the Neuroi history for the worse.

One may asked how he did it , with a new secret weapon that can kill more humans? With a weakness he discovered about the human race? No, he led to the death of millions simply by learning Equality, and Peace, and Rebellion.

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London, Capital of Britannia. AD 1873

Once again the Queen led the Neurois to war, once again they had to do eighty years worth of research before the invasion. A Adapter like Xenin was tasked to learn more about the human beings. He was separated from his loving mother and beloved father, both workers , before adulthood to train in the Military Educational Centers to become an Adapter.

Xenin excelled in it, Xenin was able to master the art of stealth, he was able to change colours to blend in to the surroundings like a gecko . He was able to shape himself in any form to act natural in any environment thrown to him.

Most importantly, he was able to learn excellently. He was deployed to Europe alone for nine years, for nine years he avoided detection, studied widelife and human technological advancement and was able to pick up one or two human languages in three years. In seven years he was able to pick up Six languages, and was able to speak the first languages he learnt fluently. Now, he can speak eight languages fluently.

So this brings us to where he was right now, he staring at a road sign in an abandoned farm in Britannia. That day he decided to take the form of a arachnid call "spider", he was eight feet tall. Although the misty atmosphere had clouded his vision, he can read the alphabets clearly on the rusty sign.

"One...hundred...metres London..." Xenin read out with interest.

Then he let out a sigh of disappointment, thinking , what was the point learning the human language when the Neuroi army does not need it anyways? They don't bother interacting with the intelligence species. All they care about was exterminate and exterminate only. Such languages he took nine years to learnt would be discarded as useless and be forgotten.

In those nine years , Xenin ventured the beautiful landscape of Orussia, Britannia and Karlsland. He studied birds, trees and mountains, bathed in the beautiful sunlight in day, a luxury that the forever night Neur does not have. Xenin awed that the colourful architecture that the humans boast and that Xenin was jealous of . Of course, there was the inhabitants of these buildings that Xenon encountered, but never interacted with. He saw beauty on many aspect of them, their clothes, their personalities , the amazing customs and the food they eat.

Xenin learnt and studied this in the shadows, where he watch living things grow old and die, a law that the Neuroi followed as well. He heard conversations in restaurants and coffee shops and watched human beings in corners in the alleyways where they don't bother to look. This was how he picked up eight languages in nine years.

However , one aspect that scared and interest the Neuroi the most , was none other than the human factories. Not because of the technology and the things they manufacture, but the system that the humans lived in. There was the foreman, who just like the Queen and her enforcers, who did nothing but forced the workers to do everything, nothing special.

The abnormal thing was Xenin can hear the workers time to time mutter angrily among each other. Mouthing horrible words at their superior behind their backs, working with displeasure. Something that differs very much from the Neuroi race.

"Verdammit, foreman forced us to do extra work again!" Xenin heard a man said in Karlsland

"When had that sodding bastard ever stopped yelling at us!" He heard a woman puffed in Britannia

"Pizdec, foreman was back with his whip again." A Orussian lamented.

Xenin never understand and get these humans , aren't the prosperity of the Queen the Prosperity of others? Hence for Humanity, aren't the prosperity of the Czar, the King , the Meiji and the Kaiser was the prosperity of their own people?

Then again, there was the United States of Liberon whom does not have a royalty, and surprisingly it was the people whom chose their leaders! They had a name for this system, it was called Democracy. To Xenin however, it was a weak system controlled by a bunch of babbling idiots, arguing with one another making no progress at all. While time to time the potential leaders would lie to their citizens to select them as their leaders, those men time to time made promises that they cannot keep!

Soon Britannia also got hit by this disease, then Gallia, then followed by a whole lot more idiotic European nations. Everytime when Xenin thought of this reality, he began to shake his head in disappointment, letting out angry screeches of disapproval. A feeling he learnt in his nine year stay on Earth.

This brings him to where he was currently, standing in an abandoned farm , looking at a sign blanky in an awkwardly silent night. Pondering about life with a bunch of whiny crickets. Perks of being an Adapter, he heard a trotting sound of a galloping horse before it came to Xenin`s view. With natural instincts, he morphed into a human shape and dived into the nearest abandoned farmhouse without a squeak.

Indeed, a coach appeared from the other end of the road, it has a black glamorous piant, finished with a Silver touch. A expensive black horse acts as its driver, a towering man in black trenchcoat as its rider. A lamp radiating a burning yellow light hanged loosely on a edge of the roof of the luxurious carrier.

This gave Xenin the cue to slowly crept towards the backdoor and get away from here as far as possible. To his unfortunate surprise, the humanoid accidentally bumped onto a shelf, and the long decayed books on it alavanche upon the Neuroi with a loud crushing sound. He tried to stand up but the towering shelf toppled down on him with a crunch.

He tried to look from his bounded position, and saw the Coach stopped right outside the house. The tall towering rider stepped off his horse and grabbed a long, pointy but crooked rod that was made from iron and could be used as weapon that would skew poor Xenin alive. Then the carrier door gingerly opened for a man to step out with a unlit lantern. He was as tall as the rider in trenchcoat, and seem to be taller with his phantom-like tophat. Both men`s face were illuminated grimly by the dangling lantern of the Coach.

The phantom-like rider with the trenchcoat waltz slowly with his tapping black boots and the crooked iron spear he was holding on, now with both boney hands , forward, towards the farmhouse. Xenin remain still and slient, carefully eyed the man`s following actions. The man raised his hooked spear with one arm, and pointed into the lantern. The caged fire turned the stick into a glowing red poker.

Xenin freed his left arm from the pile of books, a hexagon on his wrist started to slowly glow into a deadly red. A red that can produce a miasma beam redder, that could cut through human flesh like bread.

The man in the tophat then twisted his body and hung his lantern on the other edge of the roof. His chauffeur branded the fire into the unlit lamp, giving the cart two lanterns to light the way. The man in tophat crossed his arms and nodded in satisfaction, he returned back to his carrier, and the rider placed the rod to where it belonged and hopped onto the back of his horse.

With a neigh, the horse gallop back to action and the Coach disappeared into the shroud of the dark, misty night. Never to be seen by Xenin again.

Xenin let out a screech of relief before bursting out of his prison of wood and books in rage. The patterns in his body shone furiously red before the pile of things that almost jeopardized his mission. His raised his Hexagoned wrist , about to burn the whole farmhouse up in fire.

Then he calmly dimmed down, he looked at the items he knew as books. They were block shaped items made by a piece of leather as its cover. Sandwiched inside the sheet of leather, was the sheets of processed wood known as "Paper". A material that human stored their knowledge and wisdom on it.

Of course! He could learn more about humanity and Earth by analyzing, or reading these "books".

So he decided, to seat on a discoloured couch, laid his foots on the soft , and mouldy carpet and placed the book on his lap. With the help of the light from his glowing patterns, he began to scan his eyes on the exterior of the particular book he was holding on.

The book was written in English, there was an unsightly hole on the cover, making it impossible to know who was the writer of this manifesto. Through the hole, Xenin eyed the first few words that formed a phrase. It was illuminated by Xenin`s redness, printed neatly in black ink.

Little do Xenin knew , this was the phrase that would change his life forever. This was the phrase that would change Humanity and Neurois history forever. Without this phrase, the Neuroi would be continuously fighting a fruitless war against Humanity. Without this phrase, the Neuroi would continue to suffer under the ignorance of the Queen. That phrase was...

"Seize the means of production..."

End of Part 1 of Prologue

Author's notes :

This is actually a rewrite of my previous fanfiction : Strike Witches : The World War. The last one was unsuccessful and had to be scrapped due to lack of context, loopholes and the failure in the story.

Also, remember to review and Fav if you like this story, it meant a lot to me and thank you for the people who supported in my previous fanfic.

Also I added a mini easteregg in this chapter, whoever found it win a free ticket to Siberia Holiday camp.