"I demand your attention at once! All of you... fellow Changelings, Equestrians, humans, et cetera! And listen close to what I have to say, as I will only say it once!"

Tempest's mind was filled with pride as he strode for the entrance to the hive. With Agusta dead, Cattani out of commission, The REDF of the Equestrian Guard preoccupied in the wastelands with the Queen, Ray, and their associates - including the Captain of the Royal Guard himself, Shining Armor - the window of opportunity was wide open.

"For too long my kind has lived in corruption due to the meddlings of the humans and the Equestrians... the brainwashing of their petty ideologies into our once respected and fearless leader, Queen Chrysalis, as well as the hivemind itself!"

This was his chance to finish what he started without either governments interfering with his plans to make his species great again, superior over all others. And it was he who would deliver them back to their former glory. He was anxious to brainstorm his next move.

"I say 'no more,' for we are Changelings! We feed upon those that dwell below our hierarchy, consume the so-called 'love' they create! We are not allies... they are the slaves and we are the masters!"

He carried a large sack over his back, just as he always had when returning, and as usual it was filled with all kinds of items smuggled out of sensitive areas within Canterlot and Handlirsch. He put this particular bag by the entrance, as this was for a special project he would tend to outside of the hive.

"I know there are those of you who have seen past the corruption yet silently submit, while others blindly allow themselves to be herded like sheep! To obey, consume, and coexist with an enemy that exists to exterminate! The time to act is now! Rise up against our oppressors and show them that we are a powerful force not to be reckoned with!"

His office near the throne room was a mess of laboratory equipment and gutted electronic devices, with technical manuals and tools scattered about. He headed over to his desk, already formulating the details of something he had planned before proceeding with his work. He glanced amusingly at a picture hung on the wall behind the desk, as it was a painted portrait of Queen Chrysalis which Tempest had vandalized by piercing arrows into her eyes.

"To the Equestrians and the humans... your reign over us is over! While you scurry about finding wars beyond your borders, you forget to look within your own backyard! A storm has brewed beneath your hooves with a force the likes of which you've never seen! You and your princesses are now vulnerable to this storm, and so will your great warriors and our now corrupt queen when they return!"

He passed by a mirror, edging closer to better inspect his appearance. The blue glow of his eyes were fading, exposing narrow pupils surrounded by dark-green irises. In the old hive this was considered a sign of elevated maturity, in which he would have higher authority that would increase the more he matured. A fitting turn of events as he would soon crown himself King to lead his revolution.

"Make no mistake, for I speak of the inevitable! Resistance will be met with violence and death! If you wish to wage war, then it is a war you will surely get... and you are doomed to fail!"

But he knew that before he could proceed with his revolution, he must send a message to those that he wished to collaborate, as well as those who opposed him. A message so bold that it would strike fear into his enemies and inspire his potential allies. He quickly pulled out a chair and sat behind his desk, preparing a quill and parchment on which he would pen his communique to the world.

"I recite with emphasis that it is you who are the slaves to us, for we are the masters!"

It would be copied several times over and performed live by Tempest himself, spread throughout Equestria and reaching every sole inhabitant to ensure that no word of his message was unheard, or unread.

"And I am your king! Yes, you all know who I am. Foolish to think think I can be held captive to the likes of any of you! Hear me, for I am King Tempest! Your new leader!"

He dipped his quill into a bottle of ink and began writing.

"And your worst nightmare!"

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"Down with the Queen!" a Changeling shouted as he threw a Molotov cocktail through the window of a Handlirsch department store, setting it ablaze in a matter of minutes.

Similar acts of terror swept across Canterlot, with small mobs quickly escalating into militant force against the locals. All chanted in favor of their new leader, encouraging the ousting of the Queen from her throne to make way for the new, incorruptible hivemind.

Ponies and humans feared for their lives against the Changeling terrorists, defending their land and demanding the removal of the hostile species from the land.

Innocent Changelings insisted on their stance as allies against this sudden militant fringe, but most would be stigmatized under the arising conditions. Soon Handlirsch would be under similar attack by the opposing force, with no one but the police and Royal Guard forces to contain them.

Pony mobs formed around the castle grounds in Canterlot urging the Royal Sisters to remedy the situation, but the paranoia had grown even out of their control at the moment. Princess Celestia and Luna still yet attempted to restore order any way they could, while their kingdom began to crumble before their eyes.

It was the beginning of a revolution, and it had formed in mere hours.

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Lieutenant Nord trembled behind his shield, ready to unholster his 9mm firing device. He was among a row of other REDF soldiers and guardsmen acting as a barricade for one of the streets. A group of vehicles - some firefighting engines and others military APCs - waited idle behind them, ready to defend with greater force.

The state of the city made their hearts turn, with visions of burning buildings and wrecked vehicles being that of which they will never forget. But the questions of how this disaster unfolded were quickly repressed with what was about to develop ahead of them.

Nord licked his lips with both fear and anticipation as he could hear the approaching voices of their opposition, accompanied by the bright orange and green glows rising from behind an elevation in the street.

"Steady!" He ordered.

The mob of Changeling terrorists charged for the soldiers, armed with swords and guns as well as flaming torches and Molotov cocktails, yelling from the top of their lungs.

"I just want to say," Nord started to his team, "Whatever happens... it's been an honor serving with you fine fillies and gentlecolts."

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Though the aggression of the terrorists invoked the emotions for which they pressed, it was short-lived when up against the Guard of both cities. They were poorly-armed and vastly outnumbered, resulting in their inevitable demise.

This was not the revolution that this so-called 'King Tempest' had envisioned, and now that everyone knew who was behind this fringe uprising, a search would commence to hunt him down and execute him. He was to be given no mercy.

Other members of the fringe utilized their Changeling traits and withdrew from the extremism, disappearing into the shadows of their imperial society to become sleepers for when the next opportunity arose.

The speciesist stance against the Changelings in whole still remained, however, and Handlirsch and its innocent inhabitants remained under attack, yet to be contained due to lack of present leadership and Celestia's efforts to regain control over Canterlot.

This was a social and political rift that would take a long time to mend, perhaps even longer since the first invasion of Canterlot.