So I did this fanfic based on the American Revolution, since it was a topic in our Honors VA US/History class, and I thought this would be fun to do since some of the characters are actually descendents or from France, England etc. I also made 003 a general since I couldn't think of anybody else to fill the role, but I hope I get to use all the characters in this. I hope you enjoy!

Chapter 1: What's your decision?

"These Natives think that they can beat us? Juvenile! We have the advantage in numbers. We will surely win!" The General of the Jamestown settelment raged his anger out on his second in command.

"I know how you feel sir, but I must remind you that they have the French on their side."

"I know that!" He slapped the man on the back of his head. "Plus, they have a woman as their General. Ha, that makes me laugh." The orange spiked general whipped his head back, almost falling out of the chair he was sitting in.

"Indeed."

"Send word to this "General" that if she doesn't move her forces out of our territory, we will be forced to attack." He gave the rolled up paper to the commander, as he sent him away.

It took the commander days and nights to make it to the boarder that the French troops have falsely claim as their own. The troops were ready to attack, until the saw the flag that he carried. They knew he was a messenger and let him through, but with caution. The commander was led through their camp, surrounded by French soldiers and Natives. The numbers were very low, about 300 in total. He scoffed at their foolishness as he walked inside the tent of the French general.

The woman turned around, dressed in uniform; blonde hair with a red headband and emerald eyes. She looked like she couldn't hurt a fly, but when she saw the commander, that sweet face turned sour. It made the commander flinch back.

"And what do I own the visit to you commander." Her voice was cold.

"I came with a letter from my general, miss?"

"It's not 'miss'. Just because I am a woman doesn't give you the right to call me that. I am a general and nothing more. My name is General Francoise Arnoul." Now he knew what made her tick.

"My apologies General Arnoul, I did not mean to offend." He gave her the letter as she read it.

She scanned the paper, being able to read some of it. She knew what General Link wanted, but she wouldn't give it to him. These natives had the right to re-claim their land from the British, and she would help them to get it. Plus if she went to war and won, she would take their land and kick the British back to their motherland. She grabbed a piece of paper and started to write. She then rolled it and gave it to the commander.

"Let your General know that I refuse to move my troops, all the details are in this letter. You may leave now." General Arnoul sent the commander away.

The commander left the tent and mounded on his horse, a certain native giving him a death glare. He already had enough problems with General Arnoul being an intimidating person. He didn't want to get involved with a native. Before he could leave, the native walked in front of his horse, stroking its mane.

"You look like a family man. You should understand the feeling of protecting the ones you love, so why push and attack our people out of our homeland?" This native was very well built, tattoos across his face and a small Mohawk.

"I wish I could tell you, but I no not the right answer for that. I do feel that pushing your people out of your land is wrong." The commander turned his horse another way, but again the native blocked his path.

"Then why do you fight with them? Why not help us get our land back?" The pain in his eyes was hurtful. The commander didn't look into his eyes as he once again turned his horse. His back was turned leaving the native speechless.

"Because," he started "it's the only way that I can provide for my wife, to live a healthy life in this new world." He turned back to the native and looked into his eyes. "What is your name?"

"Geronimo."

With that, the commander left the French camp behind him, with the words of the native running through his head. Again, days and nights passed as he returned back to Virginia. He entered General Link's quarters, interrupting a meeting. He gave the General the letter from Arnoul. His face was irritated, as he balled up the paper in his fist.

"How many of them are there?" He didn't look at the commander.

"About 300 of them, including the natives' sir." He chuckled to himself and looked at the commander.

"Commander Heinrich, get the men ready, we're going to war."

"All of them sir?"

"No, we're only taking 1,000. That should be enough to beat them, like we would loose anyway."

"Alright."

After that day, another message was sent to General Arnoul, reading that the British declared war against the French and Natives. All got ready for the upcoming war, packing supplies and gunpowder. The natives were also given guns, some choosing to stick to their traditional weapons. All knew what the possible consequences could be; new land, the feeling of revenge, victory, and death. And so began the start of the French-Indian War.

To Be Continued

I can already tell this is going to be fun. If anybody have any ideas of characters and what not, I would greatly appreciate it. Yay for history!

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