Otherrealm- something, your support has landed you a special mention. Anyway after an hour of doing the invasion of Panem, my head's still not clear from America. Don't worry, Western Europe will still look what it should! A waste…

MARAUDER VILLAGE REMAINS

WESTERN EUROPE

INVASION OF FIRE KINGDOM ONGOING
1200 HOURS

"Flame Princess! Flame Princess!"

Upon hearing Finn shout, FP immediately went out of her home.

"What is Finn? Is something wrong?" she asked.

"You're dad" replied Jake. "Is fighting off humans!"

"Humans? I thought Finn was the last one!" she said.

"Princess, it doesn't matter where they came from, we have to go!" said Finn. "We don't know how much until- too late!"

As if on cue, a M136 Bush MBT Appears. It has its sights set on the gang.

"RUN!"

The Bush Tank starts shooting its 250mm AFPDS rounds out of its rifled barrel. The trio starts running. But for some sick reason, the Bush hits Jake.. barely. Still, Jake was injured.

"Jake! Are you Okay?" asked Finn.

"Go.. get him! Avenge me!" Jake replied.

"Come on buddy, don't go away- Flame Princess! What the math are you doing?"

FP turned into her flame form and surrounded the Tank and its surroundings. Luckily for the crew, 75mm Carbon Armour kept them safe not just from an RPG-30. The Tank drove out of the flames with ease.

"Delta-7! This is Sgt. McDavis from 3rd Platoon!" the tank commander said into the radio.

"Whiskey Hotel Alpha Tango Romeo Yankee Oscar Uniform Sierra Alpha Yankee India November Golf? Three- Romeo Delta?"

"Radio is being disrupted by Radiation back blast, sir! Speak in NATO code!"

"All right, Delta Echo Lima Alpha Seven! Sierra Uniform Papa Papa Oscar Romeo Tango Romeo Echo…"

"We received your message, 3rd Platoon. What is the problem?" Asked Delta-7 Commander (Major Wilkon, if you could remember)"

"Sarge, radio's been fixed!"

"Give it!'Bout time you fixed the radio, Delta! We have 3 fugitives; one of them is a fire creature!"

"I'm sorry 3rd Platoon, are you operating alone? We are engaging their forces at this moment so we can't reinforce you" Asked Delta-7.

"Yes, we were separated from the main group" Replied Sgt. McDavis. "But we-"

"Wait, why are you asking support for only 3 fugitives? Just follow them and shoot your damn (explosion) Need to go!"

"Wait, Delta-7! Ahh! Guess we have to do them on our own" said the Sergeant.

"Yes sir, engaging hostiles now! Wait, where are the hostiles?" asked Private Merlin. "Mercedes, check their position!"

"Hey, you do it! You've got the range-seeker don't you?"

"The Private meant for you to get up the hatch, corporal! Now get your arse moving!"

"Alright, I'll do it. Wait, Why is it- Ahhh!"

"Corporal!"

"Mercedes!"

"He's wounded! Sabatier! Wake up, you damn Frenchie!"

"Wi, I shall attend to the wounded!"

"Sacrabough! It is like a huge flame has engulfed him! He might be blind for the rest of his life!"

"I've been eavesdropping." Delta-7 surprised the crew when he said this. I'm going to the Mars base. Your friend might be treated up there."

"You heard him! Bring him to the Fusion Rocket! That's fast enough to bring him there in a day or less!" ordered the Sergeant.

Eventually Delta Company was able to get to the Atmosphere of Mars. But something was different.

(Wilkon's POV)

"Major! I've spotted several SAM batteries by the face!" shouted a gunner.

"Relax, Corporal. I'm sure their friendly" I assured.

"Their missiles are Russian! And their leader! He looks like Honest Abe!"

"Honest Abe? Impossible! He was killed about a millennium ago!"

"See for yourself!" retorted the shocked Corporal.

And he was there. Abraham Lincoln. The president who was adored by the public. And he was there, sitting on a concrete chair, like the one in D.C., which was probably wrecked by the invasion. Leading forces against us. Americans.

"Try to return fire!" I ordered.

"Engaging hostiles!" was what I heard before an explosion happened in the fuel tank.

"What the Hell?" was the last thing I heard before I blacked out.

I awoke in a chamber. Was it all a dream? No, my injuries were still intact. Then I saw the symbol of Mars. This means, more or less, we either survived or we're in Kingdom Come. Probably the former though.

"Hey, you!" I shouted at one of the crew. "Where the hell am I?"

"Sir, I see you're awake. You're at the Mars Base. Or, what's left of it."

"What's left of it? What the Hell do you mean what's left of it? And why did I see Honest Abe sitting on a stool while we were descending?" I asked rather violently.

"Abraham Lincoln made a deal with death, and now he's King of Mars." He answered.

"King of Mars? An American? Firing at his own countrymen?"

"He did not fire on you intentionally. Okay he did, but his intentions are not what you think, sir." He replied. "There is this mutant, worshipped by the mutants of Western Europe. Apparently, he also has a brother who is able to manipulate matter. He-"

"Okay, first of all you did not answer my first question"

"I was getting there. This thing, called the 'Grob Gob Glob Grod' has manipulated old Abraham, turning his troops on us. This is the Science Chamber of the Mars Base, which explains that fragrant odor one of your men told me about."

Then it hit me. I wasn't able to smell.

"Don't worry Major, I'm doing the best I can to repair your sensory nerves in your nose. And stop that internal bleeding"

"What?" I asked.

"And I'll have to fix your bones too." He said.

Well, looks like this is gonna be one long week.

"Oh, and that Corporal who was in the Rocket's clinic?"

"What do you mean? We never saw him. Or recovered a body."

Then it hit me. He was probably burned to a crisp when the fuel tank exploded. Poor guy. He was blinded by the flames of some female flame creature, I promised him surgery for free for his actions, and this is was his fate.

Of course, there are worse things to come if Europe's getting free.

Notes:

The Penny in Sons of Mars seems to be minted in Denver, which is important in my other story.

Yeah that's right: I have a tie-in fic related to the Hunger Games. But this is not the Panem you knew.

Remember this is the year 2060 something, so Collins' version will largely not be followed.