GATE: Worlds At War V2

by TheDrkKnight12

Seventeen years after World War 3, the world was not the same as it once was. Scarred, beaten, but not broken. As the damage heals, fate had other plans. An enemy will come and will try to claim domination over the world but made one fatal mistake. They say war is hell - now they will experience a new kind of hell.

12. Chapter 12

Disclaimer: I do not own GATE: Jieitai Kano Chinite, Kaku Tatakaeri and Call of Duty Series, in this case the Modern Warfare Series.

AN: Special thanks to Trainalf for being my BETA reader.

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Chapter XII – Defend Italica

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"If the enemy is in range, so are you." – Infantry Journal

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LOCATION: ALNUS HILL – MAIN OPERATING BASE: TEXAS PRESS

DATE: KOSHA 29, 687 AC

TIME: 05:21:03

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Just as the sun was about to rise in the horizon, a MH-60M Black Hawk was on approach from the West. They were returning after a quick exfiltration of Nightmare 0-1 from the Rugcester Territory for they were needed for a new mission objective. Their estimated time of arrival was thirteen minutes.

Within the helicopter, the men took some time to relax a bit. After weeks of surveying the Western Legions, they were grateful to have a bit of a reprieve. 1LT Wilson was enjoying watching the beautiful landscape go by; the light of the rising sun adding to its magnificence.

After spending weeks moving from one vantage point to another and just watching some hundred thousand chumps marching across a thousand miles' worth of country, he was glad that they were getting a new objective. 1LT Wilson knew that what they were doing there was an integral part of the operation but damn was it boring as fuck…well, with the exception of that mysterious group that was observing them.

The Green Beret frowned at that. That group gave him some weird vibes and would have been better if they scared them off but that would risk giving away their position; a point made clear by the Major. Though Frost made it clear that they will not engage the group unless provoked, even he was getting some odd feelings about them.

Speaking of which, 1LT Wilson faced the seat in front of him and there was his commanding officer who had his head down. His eyes were obstructed by his goggles but 1LT Wilson was sure that he was takin a very light nap.

Well, he might as well leave them to it. It would be better to get some rest as well and wind down. Taking a deep breath, 1LT Wilson continued to stare out of the chopper's window.

While it was true that Frost was resting, he was also thinking about what was going to happen next. It was yesterday at 1700 hours that they were ordered back to base to receive a new mission directive; a vehicle would be waiting for them once they have returned. The word has been passed to all US forces in the theater: they were to commence their offensive in less than three days time. The reason was that those three legions traversing the Dumas Passage received new orders to lay siege to Italica.

Frost knew of the strategic value of the city and its future use, and the surveillance of the Western Legions can be left to the drones. It was no mystery that Italica must not fall into Saderan hands but why retask Nightmare 0-1 for it as there were still other teams in Relentless.

Regardless, in order to formulate an effective defense strategy, Frost needed intelligence on who was he up against and who would he have to tolerate inside the city. However, there was one problem with this course of action.

'Why not send an airstrike or an AC-130 gunship to eliminate the threat?' Frost asked himself as this would be the most effective and efficient way to deal with that problem as opposed to sending a team in. With those legions out in the open, they were easy prey for airstrikes, artillery, and gunships to take out; it was only logical.

He will be sure to raise these points up to Summers when they get back.

Six minutes later, the Black Hawk had entered US controlled airspace. "Watcher, this is Ultra 6-2. We have passed Line: Juliet; going on Heading: 354. ETA to base: two minutes. Over."

"Confirm, Ultra 6-2. Maintain current heading. Land at Pad: 07. Over."

"Roger that. Land at Pad: 07. Wheels down in 2 minutes, sir."

"Rog'." Frost nodded before turning to his men. "Break's over. Wheels down in two." The soldiers immediately policed their gear and prepared themselves to disembark back home.

It was not long before Ultra 6-2 had entered the airbase of Texas Press. The Black Hawk stabilized itself before it began its descent to the ground.

The moment the Black Hawks' wheels touched the ground and the all clear was given, Frost opened the doors and he could see that the base was busier than before. He could also see some UN vehicles parked at one of the hangars. It would seem that Price and his boys had arrived. He also saw that COL Summers was there waiting for them with an M1280 JLTV.

Letting out a grunt, Frost hopped off the Black Hawk followed by his men before taking off his mask and approaching the Colonel.

"Good work out there, gentlemen." COL Summers nodded in approval before motioning them to enter the vehicles. "With the Western Legions deliberately holding themselves back, CENTCOM sees no reason for you to stay out there. We need you for something else."

"What would that be, sir?" 1LT Wilson asked as the vehicle pulled away.

"You're going to Italica. We have actionable intel that the Empires plans to take it by force and we can't let that happen." COL Summer said. "I'll give you the full briefing at 0900 hours. For now, rest up and refit."

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Three hours after returning to base, MAJ Westbrook was walking through the halls of the base's command center on his way to Briefing Room 01. The Colonel had them dropped off to TF-117's barracks where the men cleaned themselves up and restocked on supplies. The Major himself had just finished showering and putting in some requisition forms for more ammo, rations, and other essential supplies for their next mission.

Rounding the corner, he located the designated room and entered it. Within, he already saw that his team were there and they greeted him. Letting out a breath, he moved to one of the seats at the back and sat on it.

The men were engaging in small talk while they waited for the Colonel and it did not take long for him to arrive. Once COL Summers entered the room, the operators stood at attention.

"As you were, Gentlemen. Take your seats." The Colonel said and the soldiers took to their seats. "All right, two days ago, Sentry 3-1 reported that the Emperor himself wrote some kind of royal decree ordering the three Legions to capture Italica by force on the pretense of declaring the Count a traitor." The latest aerial image of those Legions was displayed on the screen. "This intel came from Tyuule, former queen of the Lagoans and slave to the Crown Prince." He then displayed a picture of their supposed informant from within the Capital

"How do we know she won't sell us out?" SSG Williams asked, eyeing the subject and memorizing her face for future reference.

"The Saderans declared war on her people, put most of them to the slave markets, and she ended up as the Prince's personal toy." COL Summers gave the brief rundown on the woman's sad existence. "She wants the Empire dead more than anyone." Of course, that does not mean that the US had not considered the possibility of her – rather anyone – betraying them. Steps were being implemented incase that came to pass.

The Operators nodded their heads in understanding and the Colonel continued.

"This has forced us to move up our time table." COL Summers said as he displayed the map of the AO with the indicated positions of the deployed teams. "As of now, deployed teams and their charges have been notified that we're moving ahead of schedule. On Kosha 32 at 0600 hours local time, we mount our offensive."

1LT Wilson raised his hand and COL Summers nodded at him. "What about those slave camps, sir? Any word from the Oflai?"

The Colonel shook his head. "Affirmative. ODA 5232 have reported that the Oflai have scouted a nearby camp. They may have found three US civilians there." He then displayed a map of the AO with the highlighted locations of those slave camps. "They are working in conjunction with Tempest teams supported by ISA operatives and the RRC are conducting recon on those sites; but that's not your mission."

He then displayed an overhead image of the city of Italica. "As I've said, Italica is in danger of being under siege by three Imperial Legions. Nightmare 5 has been doing extensive recon of the city for weeks and the city's manpower's just a few thousand. We are bound by the agreement with Count Formal to protect the city and due to its high strategic value in the long term, we're inclined to assist."

"Why send in a team?" MAJ Westbrook asked. "Why not have Nightmare 5 call in an air or artillery strike from the outside?" His team looked like they wanted to know that as well.

"Normally, we would have certain circumstances have led to that course of action inadvisable." COL Summers then illustrated an image of a group of female knights patrolling about in the city along with soldiers with Elbian armor. "King Duran had sent a hundred men in order to bolster what's left of Count Formal's defense force. Vulture 1-1 has been tasked with making contact with the UKF – the new name of the vassal kingdoms after they seceded from the Empire – leaders and inform them of the situation. Hopefully, we'll get an official order from the kings so those soldiers will work with you. The problem is with those female knights. They are led by the Fifth Princess, Piña Co Lada." He showed an image of said princess. "The Count says that she and her knights are friends of the family but we cannot take that risk; the Count's daughters are in tremendous danger from them should they uphold the decree."

Now the Major and his team understood why they had to send a team in. With a group of Imperial Knights – led by an Imperial Princess no less – within the city and in close proximity to the daughter, it could prove disastrous regardless of what Count Formal thinks. However, with a Princess there, this also presents an incredible opportunity.

"Kill/capture order on the princess?" MAJ Westbrook inquired.

COL Summers shook his head. "Negative. The suits upstairs deemed her a potential asset in the future. Standing orders for her are to capture alive. Her subordinates: deal with them how you see fit."

The Major frowned but nodded in understanding.

"Here's the plan: you will be inserted five clicks South of the city here at the rear of this hill to prevent detection." He highlighted the insertion point on the map. "From there, you will hoof it to the city where you will link up with Nightmare 5. Primary objective: ensure the safety of the Count's daughters and do not let the city fall into Saderan hands by any means necessary. Secondary objective 1: capture Princess Pina Co Lada. Secondary objective 2: investigate reported child abduction in the city; might be a good start to get the folks there on our side. ETA on those Legions: three days. Any questions?"

"What can we count on in terms of support, sir?" SFC Collier asked.

"You'll have an armed overhead drone and a battery of M142 HIMARS – callsign: Eclipse – for direct fire support and reconnaissance as well. A full air assault company from the 30th Infantry Division will be standing by for deployment to reinforce the city on your word, Major. In addition, you will be granted whatever ordnance and hardware you will require for this mission. Also, ODA 5235 and Objective Chronos are currently travelling towards Rondel. They have been ordered to meet you in Italica as it will be too dangerous for them to continue with those Legions out there. Until Italica is secured, you have OPCON of ODA 5235, Major."

"Rules of engagement?"

"The Italicans and Elbians are officially friendlies but they have not been updated of current events." COL Summers said. "Defend yourselves as needed but do not engage unless threatened. Other than that, there are no rules of engagement; prosecute your targets how you see fit."

"Will the Count be coming with us?"

"Negative. We can't risk him getting involved and potentially getting killed. To help your case with the city, Count Formal has agreed to send his men with you and a letter addressed to his daughters and his Regent, a Viscount Sabastian Fo Rubias. That should make things easier."

"What do we know about the princess and what about the Elbian contingent?" MAJ Westbrook asked.

"What we have on the princess is limited." COL Summers said as he grabbed some documents. "According to the Count, she was his student and according to our source in the capital, Princess Pina had been pushing for positive social reforms…which made her a laughing stock. By all accounts, she could be a valuable asset for us given the right convincing. For the Elbian forces in Italica, they are commanded by a Baron Gregor Bachrich, one of King Duran's best man. While he may believe the Count's letter, it'll make things easier if we had an official order from the UKF as well."

"What intel do we have about those child abductions?"

"That has been a problem for the Count since before this whole thing began." COL Summers said. "He has been investigating this for years without any real progress until recently. He was supposed to meet one of his men who managed to dig up something interesting until he was called to accompany the invasion – that asset went into hiding after that. Consult his second daughter, Loui, on the possible locations where to find that man. Any more questions?"

Seeing that there were no other questions, the Colonel nodded. "This is it, gentlemen. You will be the first to strike back at the enemy – the tip of the spear. Good luck. Wheels up at 1500 hours. Dismissed."

With the briefing over, the men of Nightmare began to file out of the room. They knew their mission and now, they must prepare.

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LOCATION: JIOLM PASSAGE

DATE: KOSHA 29, 687 AC

TIME: 11:22:08

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Five days after their successful alliance with the Americans, the leaders of the newly christened United Kingdoms of Falmart were in high spirits. Duke Pedretti and King Corte-Real were having a wonderful conversation about sharing delicacies as well as radical new things that they may learn from the Americans.

Count Rouco and King Tarokh were also discussing possible trade with the Americans; outlining potential locations where they may propose to the Americans where to meet and also the goods they were willing to trade.

While King Duran's compatriots were focusing on the prospects of the future, he was more concerned about their current situation. Leading the march alongside Captain Elliades, the King of Elbe knew that they were far from being free of Imperial rule.

Declaring their independence was one thing, maintaining it will be something else entirely. Sooner or later, the Emperor will know of their secession and will retaliate. However, seeing as Molt will have to defeat the Americans – which he had no hope of beating – the UKF was safe from a direct attack.

But with the revelation of Saderan conspirators within their homes, the danger was even greater than before and had to be handled as quickly as possible or the infection will spread.

'For the time being, we have to element of surprise but time is of the essence.' King Duran thought to himself but he also knew not to act brashly as to not tip of the snakes just yet. They needed to play it smart and time it right.

He hoped the secret message he sent to King de Lunar was not intercepted. It was a risky move, he knew, but the King of Alguna had to be informed so that he may also prepare.

"Captain, when we get home, I want you to personally organize a discreet investigation on the Lauer Family." King Duran ordered. "I want to know who else is connected with the attempt. No one else must know; not even your father. You will report directly to me."

"It will be done, My King." Captain Elliades nodded. He will do his duty and expunge these traitors from his home. However, there was a thought that was bothering him.

With his country now at war with the Empire, that would put hi at odds with the woman he loved. He prayed that it would not come to that.

King Duran nodded. There was work to be done but even he could appreciate the opportunity presented to them. With their alliance with the Americans, they had a strong chance of finally achieving independence from the Empire.

Of course, he realized the United States could have simply used the UKF's forces to fight their war with the Saderans but they did not. It could be that they saw their armies as vastly inferior compared to the Americans – an understandable notion – or they wanted to crush the Saderans all by themselves in a show of strength…or both.

The King of Elbe shook his head with a slight chuckle. The Americans were surely a strange people and only time will tell of what the future would hold – for better or for worse.

As the UKF contingent continued their march back home, Captain Elliades spotted a group of three men dressed similarly to the American soldiers they met five days prior coming towards them.

"My King, to our left coming down from the hillside." Captain Elliades said as he pointed to that specific location. "A group of six men are heading our way."

King Duran turned his gaze towards that particular direction and he saw them. "They appear to be similar to the American soldiers but at the same time, not. Curious…" He asked but he had some suspicions.

Were they following them this whole time? A possibility since he would have done the same thing but what could they want now?

"What do you command, Your Highness."

"Take two men with you and find out who they are and what they require." The King of Elbe said. "I will notify the others."

"At once, King Duran." Captain Elliades turned to two of his knights. "Birou, Satnou, come with me." With that, the three knights rode off to meet with the supposed Americans.

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"A group just peeled off." GySgt. Harding said. "I count three men on horseback – armed."

"Copy. No one fires without my word. They're designated as friendlies by keep your guard up. Understood?" 1LT Ramirez said as the three horsemen drew near.

His team acknowledged and 1LT Ramirez let out a breath. Well, he did not expect that they were going to be glorified messengers but orders were orders and they were ordered to inform the UKF leaders of the new developments.

The three men had arrived and the Ranger could tell that the leader, a Captain Elliades, was sizing them up. "Am I correct to assume that you are Americans?" He asked and the soldiers nodded. "Then may I ask

"Greetings" 1LT Ramirez said, raising his hand up in an almost awkward way. "My name is 1LT James Ramirez. I have been ordered by Central Cmmand to deliver a message to the UKF leaders. It concerns Italica." He could see the surprise and intrigue of the three men before their Captain nodded.

"Very well. Come, we shall take you to meet with King Duran and the others."

"Right." 1LT Ramirez acknowledged as he and his men began walking towards the UKF contingent.

"So far so good, sir." Technical Sergeant Edward C Hawkins, an airman of the 24th Special Tactics Squadron, said. "But seeing as they did enter an alliance with us, it shouldn't be a surprise."

1LT Ramirez hummed in agreement. "No shit."

It only took them a few minutes to reach the main contingent and once they arrived, their primary subjects were there waiting for them. This seems to be going smoother than anticipated.

Captain Elliades dismounted from his horse and bowed to his King. "Your Highnesses, may I present 1LT James Ramirez and his comrades. They say they bring news about Italica."

1LT Ramirez could see them murmuring with one another for a few moments before they finally decided to address him. The King of Elbe was the first one to approach. "Greeting, my friends. To what do I owe the pleasure?"

"I'm sorry of dropping in on short notice, King Duran, but we have a situation." The serious tone of 1LT Ramirez indicated to the Kings that this was a serious matter. "We have intercepted a report from the Capital. The Emperor just decreed that Count Formal as a traitor and sent three Legions to maul his city. They are expected to arrive in three days."

This shocked the UKF leaders. "Do you have proof of this?" King Tarokh asked.

1LT Ramirez nodded. "Our source within the Capital is the former Lagoan Queen, Tyuule. She supplied us with the intel. She was unable to obtain a copy of the decree unless she was found out but our scouts reported that the three Legions nearing Italica are building siege weapons."

To prove his case, 1LT Ramirez fished his tablet and displayed pictures of Saderan soldiers cutting down trees that were used to supplement they already have in the construction of battering rams and catapults. Of course, this could be just the Legions preparing those siege weapons for the attack on Alnus but if Molt was involved, they were inclined to believe that possibility.

Duke Pedretti roared in rage. "That pompous…we cannot let this happen!"

"Nor shall we but we have no time." King Corte-Real said dejectedly. "We cannot send aid in time. It may take weeks for our army to make the march and by then, it may already be too late."

King Duran narrowed his eyes. With such a short time frame, they cannot hope to bring up reinforcements to Italica in any capacity but he was unwilling to leave his oldest friend's home a moldering mess, his people slaughtered, and his daughters reduced to mere slaves.

"What does the United States intend to do?" Count Rouco asked.

"CENTCOM is sending a SpecOps team to defend the city. They are due to arrive in a few hours." 1LT Ramirez responded.

While relieved that the Americans were sending help, they were appalled that it was only a small team. "This is not the time for making jokes, man. The Emperor just sent three Legions to raze Italica to the ground and your leaders are sending only a handful of men?!" Duke Pedretti said in frustration.

"Trust me, they'll be enough." 1LT Ramirez said. "But we request your help with regards to the defense of Italica."

The Duke of Ligu was about to protest but was stopped by King Duran. "Name them. We shall help however we can."

"Count Formal informed us that you sent a force there." At the King's nod, 1LT Ramirez continued. "Once our guys get to the city, there's a high chance your men will still be suspicious even with the Count's personal letters. We need you to tell them otherwise."

King Duran nodded. "I shall draft on a letter immediately." He was about to go and do just that before he was stopped.

"No need." 1LT Ramirez said. "We can establish a video link to the team in Italica. Through us, you can contact your men in the city faster than a letter and explain the situation."

King Corte-Real was intrigued. "Impressive. If you say that you are capable of such a thing then I see no reason why not. Time is of the essence" He looked at his compatriots and they all agreed.

1LT Ramirez nodded. "Then I request your permission for me and my men accompany you back to your base. We have been re-tasked to act as your liaison to CENTCOM if you agree."

"I grant you permission." King Duran nodded. "We are short on horse but you and your men may ride in our wagons. Along the way, I wish to know more of the situation."

"Thank you."

"Now, let us make haste back home. We have much to do."

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LOCATION: SADERA – IMPERIAL SENATE BUILDING

DATE: KOSHA 29, 687 AC

TIME: 13:07:56

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"They what?!" Prince Zorzal shouted is shocked rage as he heard the news given to him and the entire Senate by Internal Minister Marcus Co Osment.

"It is true, Your Highness." The Internal Minister said. "According to our spies, the kings of our Vassal States had secretly met with a representative of the Americans. They have now entered into a military alliance. The Vassal States have seceded from the Empire and have declared war on us."

This revelation sent the entire Senate into an uproar. While some of the more level headed senators could understand the necessity of such an agreement as a means of survival, all saw it as a dishonorable act that may have doomed them all.

Consul Meridius could only sit silently at one of the corners of the chamber. On one hand, he could sympathize with the Vassal Kings – he really did. At the same time, though, he was infuriated. With this alliance, they cannot contain the Americans anymore…not that it mattered in the first place.

Now, he had no choice but to face the Americans in open battle; a most likely occurrence judging from the state of the Senate who would surely demand it in a last ditch effort to preserve themselves.

That was something Consul Meridius was not counting on but there may still be hope to be had. If the Vassal States were able to negotiate an alliance with the Americans, then that means that they were not the savages most of the Senators claimed them to be.

They could be reasoned with.

More and more, he genuinely hoped that Publius would reach the Americans in time and convince them to open up channels for negotiations. The last he heard of his young protégé, he was just days away from landing at Doveport. May the Gods grant that boy speed because he will need it.

Looking over to the Emperor, he could see that he was barely holding on to his emotions as his idiot son and heir ranted on. If the situation was not dire, he would have silently reveled in seeing the Imperial family so backed up into a corner but the situation was dire for them all.

Emperor Augustus may look calm on the outside but he was raging from within. He knew that this could be a possibility but he was confident that the assassination attempt would succeed…apparently, it did not and now, the Vassal States had seceded from his Empire.

No doubt that the Americans used this incident as an opportunity to pull the kings within their fold…an incredibly cunning thing to do. Molt would applaud such a devious move if he was not on the receiving end of that agreement.

He was also glad that the Internal Minister came to him first with the news so that they may edit it a little. After all, it would serve no good for the Senate to learn of the failed assassination attempt as the Emperor was sure that some would piece it together as to how the Vassal Kingdoms betrayed them.

No matter, there were still other ways to take care of this problem. He was not under the illusion in thinking that his armies could defeat the Americans despite what these fools say; that was why he secretly ordered his second son, Diabo, to prepare a means of escape for them as well as secretly redirecting some Legions in their fortress North.

The Capital was not safe anymore and Molt knew that their window of opportunity to slip past the Americans was closing by every passing day.

'I truly hope Pina will obey my orders to leave Italica and leave that city to its fate.' Emperor Augustus was many things but he truly loved his daughter. That was why he included in his decree for Princess Pina and her knights to abandon that city and join with them going North to their mountain fortress in the Thetpar Mountains.

Looking over at his eldest son and heir apparent, Molt could only frown in disappointment and disgust at what Zorzal was doing. Raving on about he was going to lead the army to crush the Americans and burn the Vassal States to the ground before invading again through the Gate.

'I was a fool to name you my heir, Zorzal.' The Emperor thought to himself. 'I should have known since the beginning when you gleefully raped one of your servants when you were but fourteen; more so when you instigated that costly war of yours. I now see that you would destroy our Empire through your sick ambitions and delusions of grandeur. I cannot let that happen.'

Emperor Augustus knew that he had to rectify that mistake sooner but who would be his new heir apparent? Diabo and Pina were prime candidates for that honor; more so than his oaf of an eldest son. Where did he go wrong with him anyway?

Regardless, the Emperor will take care of the as soon as he is able. For now, he had to act his part.

"Father! I say we go meet the Americans in battle now!" Zorzal exclaimed with much zeal. "The time for waiting is now over! If need be, I shall lead the armies to victory just as I did against those three putrid races! We shall defeat the Americans and make them beg for our mercy!" He was supported by the more war like senators.

Consul Meridius could only shook his head. He could see that Marquis Tiberius and a few of the wiser Senators were disagreeing with such a notion but they were labelled as cowards. The Consul scoffed; only fools would confuse cowardice with wisdom.

This war was lost and he knew it. He shall still fulfill his duties but he must get his family out of the city and into safety. It was time to call in a few favors from his friends.

"My friends." Emperor Augustus raised his hand and the chattering subsided after a few moments. "We find ourselves in one of our most desperate times. Those who we have protected and sheltered diligently have abandoned and turned against us together with the enemy – an enemy that rivals our great strength. So I ask you all here and now, will we allow them to claim victory from us?"

"NEVER!"

"Then, it is decided." Emperor Molt stood up. "We shall attack now. Consul Meridius, give the orders for our armies to march against the Americans." As his order, the war hawk Senators and Zorzal erupted in cheers.

The Consul had no choice but to obey. "It will be done, Your Majesty."

"My son." The Emperor motioned for Prince Zorzal to come forward. "As the Crown Prince of our glorious Empire, it is your obligation to safeguard her safety and prosperity. So, I give you command of three Legions to do battle with the Americans. Use them well, my son, and bring glory to your name."

The Senators who support Zorzal's foolishness cheered as the Crown Prince grinned in glee as he bowed before his father. "I will, father, and I will bring the leader of the Americans' head to your feet!"

After that, the Senate was adjourned and Emperor Augustus had returned to the Imperial Palace and was walking back to his chambers together with his Internal Minister.

"Your Majesty, are you sure that this is a wise decision?" Osment asked once they were in a secluded and private area. "Ordering our armies to attack and letting the Crown Prince lead three Legions into battle?"

"My friend, you and I both know that that we cannot hope to defeat the Americans – it is a fact." The Emperor responded. "We can only delay the inevitable. That is exactly why I ordered the offensive: to buy time for us to escape."

Osment had a look of grim realization. "Permit me, Your Majesty, but am I correct to assume that you wish to sacrifice our army as a diversion so we may escape?"

Emperor Molt nodded, not a least bit concerned about condemning hundred of thousands of soldiers to their deaths. "You assume correct, Internal Minister. I had my son, Diabo, make arrangements for such in secret."

Osment frowned but stayed his tongue. "And…what about the Crown Prince?"

At the mention of his eldest son, the Emperor's expression turned morose. "My son, Zorzal, is unfit to be my heir and the next Emperor to lead our people; I see that now. I had hoped that he would mature but he is still no less a ruffian than a common brigand. I intend to revoke him being my heir."

"But…he may take offense to that, Your Majesty." Osment was surprised. Although he agreed with Emperor Augustus that Prince Zorzal was grossly unfit to lead the Empire, he feared that the Prince would not take it well. "Father or not, he may be liable kill you for that."

"Which is why I gave him command of three Legions, Internal Minister." Emperor Augustus said. "Zorzal has always been controlled by his impulses and very rarely heeds the counsel of those wiser than him. He will meet the Americans in battle…and then he will die."

Osment now understood the intentions of the Emperor to an extent; at least with regards to the soon to be former Crown Prince. With Zorzal so set in facing the Americans, the possibility of him dying was all but assured. Thus, they would not have to fear retaliation if things went perfectly .

Family killing family, while a rare occurrence, has happened before. More so for those families who have considerable power and influence. Osment could list down the times in history a member of the Royal Family had committed murder or conspired to commit murder in order to move up the hierarchy.

"I understand, Your Majesty." The Internal Minister conceded at they entered Emperor Augustus' chambers.

"Excellent." The Emperor let out a smirk before he sat on his table. "I shall draft the decree now. It will be up to you to enforce is, Internal Minister. Also, make preparations for your own escape for I still have need of you."

Osment bowed his head. "I live to serve, my Emperor."

The Emperor nodded in approval. "Then you are dismissed, my friend. I have much to do."

Internal Minister Osment bowed and turned to take his leave as Emperor Augustus got to work drafting his decree. Upon exiting the Emperor's chambers, Osment looked around to see that no one was there before heading back to his office.

Unknown to him, his little discussion with the Emperor had been listened to.

Stepping out of the shadows, Tyuule had a sinister smirk plastered on her face as she strolled back to Zorzal's quarters. It would seem that the Imperial Family was about to tear itself apart again.

She had been waiting for that to happen for a long time and now was her opportunity to advance her own agenda for vengeance. Oh, she will inform the Americans about the escape plan the Emperor had in mind…and she also intends to tell her slave master about his upcoming betrayal at the hands of his father.

To watch her and her people's tormentors tear themselves to bloody pieces just as they did to them would be so delicious.

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LOCATION: ALNUS HILL – MAIN OPERATING BASE: TEXAS PRESS

DATE: KOSHA 29, 687 AC

TIME: 14:57:43

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In the airfield of Texas Press, the operators of Nightmare 0-1 and two critical personalities were matching towards their MH-60M Black Hawk transport enroute to their mission objective. Unlike their previous mission where they expected very little action in which their loadout was relatively light, the operators were now carrying heavier fire power in anticipation for a fight.

Knowing this, Frost had exchanged his assault rifle for the M250 SAR and requisitioned for an M224A2 mortar and some equipment to assist in the defense of Italica. He could have requested more hardware such as a CROWS turret but it would have weighed them down. Additional equipment and ordnance would have to be brought in when the Delta Operator gives the green light for the 30th ID to move in.

"All eagles, get on board!" One of the Crew Chiefs instructed as he guided the SpecOps team into the bird.

Frost hung back to make sure his team on board first. He watched as 1LT Wilson and SSG Williams loaded a portable mortar and ordnance into the bird before climbing on followed by the others. The last two to get on were the Count's bodyguards – a young kid named Marius Du Micheaux and Lorenz Du Koehne, his Lieutenant.

The they were dressed in Italican armor and would ensure that Frost and his team receive safe passage into the city and explain the situation, and present Count Formal's letter. Watching them like a hawk, Frost could see that he unnerved them.

These two had one job. For their sakes, they better do it right.

"Last man." The Major announced as he boarded the bird and took his seat.

The Crew Chief followed and closed the door behind him. "All personnel aboard and accounted for."

"Copy that." The Pilot acknowledged. "Warlord, this is Ultra 5-4. All Eagles and principles aboard and secured. Preflight and diagnostic checks complete – all systems green. /Break/. Request permission commence operation. Over."

"Warlord copies all, Ultra 5-4. Permission granted – mission is a go."

"Roger that." In a few moments, the Black Hawk was wheels up and enroute to the designated infiltration point; flying low and fast. "MAJ Westbrook, ETA to LZ: fifteen minutes."

"Wilco." Frost responded as he inspected his weapons and equipment; making sure that they were combat ready. The same could be said for his men as they checked their gear as well.

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Marius fidgeted in his seat beside Lorenz as he looked at these men that he was to accompanying to defend his home. When he heard the news of three Imperial Legions that had been ordered to destroy Italica, it took every fiber of his being not to shutdown in sheer terror.

He had dreamt of coming back home and be with his family again but now, they were in tremendous danger. The Count had begged the American's commander to help defend his city; Marius was prepared to also beg but it would seem that the Americans fully intended to defend the city as per their agreement with Count Formal.

They did however, requested the Count's help in order to verify their soldiers' intentions to help. Specifically, an official letter from the Count addressed to his daughters and one of his men to ease the expected tension.

The Count wholeheartedly agreed. Lorenz and Marius would have willingly volunteered for this task but Count Formal believed that such an important task needed the two of them. This made sense as Lorenz was well known as one of the personal guards of the Formal Family and Marius could support their case.

'This may scare me to my very bones but I hold no regrets.' The boy resolutely said to himself. He was terrified of dying – and he might – but he knew that he would die protecting his home. He hoped that counted for something when he was judged by the gods.

Then he felt a tap on his shoulder which startled him a little. "Hey, man. You all right? You look jumpy." One of the soldiers asked.

Marius stuttered a little bit before answering. "Y-Yes…I am. It is just nervousness, sir, but I will work through it. I-If I may…could I know who you men are…?" He asked, curious about these soldiers' names for him to properly thank them. Even if they were shady looking.

The soldier, unfortunately, shook his head. "No can do, son. We don't give out names in operations." When he saw Marius' confused look, he explained further. "It means we can't give out our names because it goes against one of the Cardinal Rules of being our kind of soldier."

"…Your kind of soldier?" Marius asked. "Are you saying you are some kind of…elite cabal of warriors?"

"You could say that." Another soldier chuckled amusedly. "We're super-secret like that. Sorry but that's how it is."

Marius was slightly disappointed but nodded in understanding. "I-I apologize as well. I merely wanted to know your names so I could properly thank you all for helping defend our home." He said before he was patted on the back by Lorenz.

One of them shrugged. "Order are orders, kid, but I'm sure you'll get your chance. In any case, you gouys read up on what you have to do?"

At the mention of their duties, Marius and Lorenz nodded. "Yes…I understand what my duties are."

"Good, a lot of people are counting on you two so don't screw this up."

"…I sincerely hope I do not."

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"Nightmare 0-1, this is Ultra 5-4. We are ninety seconds from the LZ. Over."

"Roger that. Ninety seconds to LZ; get ready." Frost ordered as he and SSG Williams opened the doors for rapid deployment.

"LZ in sight – thirty seconds out." The pilot reported as the bird reduced its speed and dropped altitude. "Stabilizing. Five seconds – standby for rapid insertion. Wheels down, all Eagles out the door."

As soon as the green light was given, Nightmare 0 quickly disembarked from the bird and secured the perimeter. Marius and Lorenz were guided out of the chopper by Sgt. Ethan Powell, a Marine Raider, who had him stay down afterwards. Once everyone was out of the bird, it quickly made its ascent and bugged out of the AO.

"Warlord, this is Ultra 5-4. All Eagles deployed and enroute to the objective. /Break/. We are RTB. Over."

"Copy that, 5-4. Nightmare 0-1, this is Warlord. Proceed to objective. Nightmare 5 will rendezvous with your team on the East road leading to the city. Marking RV point on your PWD."

Checking his PWD, Frost could see that indicated rendezvous point on the battle map – approximately six hundred meters North West of their current position to the Stratow Path. "Affirmative – 0-1 is Oscar Mike. Will check back once we've linked up with secondary team. Over."

"Roger that."

"Move out – six hundred meters North West for link up." Frost relayed the information to his men before pressing on.

Six minutes later, Nightmare 0 had reached the RV point on the Stratow Path but there was no sign of the other team which was fine. It only meant that they were doing their jobs right.

"I do not see the rest of your men." Marius whispered as he stayed low to the ground as instructed. "Where are they?"

Sgt. Powell patted him on the back. "It's cool, man. They'll be here."

Frost ignored them as he contacted the team leader of the second team. "Nightmare 5-1, this is 0-1. We're at the rendezvous point. Interrogative: what's your position? Over."

"Roger that, 0-1. We have visual confirmation on your location – sixty-seven meters South West of our pos. We are moving to you now. Standby."

"Wilco."

"There they are. Coming in from the North East – about sixty meters and closing." 1LT reported, pointing the specified direction.

The rest of the team turned their attention to the specified direction and true enough, six friendlies were coming towards their position. It took them mere moments for link up to complete.

"Good to see you, sir." The team leader of Nightmare 5, 1st Lt. Jeremy Hayes, a Combat Controller of the 21st Special Tactics Squadron, greeted.

Frost nodded. "Give me a sitrep on the city."

Wordlessly, 1st Lt. Hayes turned to his PWD and linked up with the Major to give his sitrep. "All business as usual in the city, sir." He pulled up a 3D rendered map of Italica; indicating the gates of the city. "The main entry points in are these gates on all four sides – they don't know the Legions are coming for them."

The Delta Operator nodded in understanding. Initial intel indicated that Italica was to harbor those three Legions for a number of days before going to Alnus; they could not have known about the Legions' new orders. The South gate was impassible since it was surrounded by sheer cliffs; meaning that the other three sides are the ones to watch. This mission would not be easy – especially with those Imperial Knights at their back – but it was possible. They needed to get rid of the Saderans first though but how?

"How do we infil?"

1st Lt. Hayes shrugged. "The quiet part's out since we need their cooperation. Recommend we just walk in through their front door and hope no one's stupid."

It was a risky move but a necessary one. "Understood. Time's wasting; let's continue to the city." Frost ordered as he motioned for his troops to move out.

"Roger that."

"Warlord, this is Nightmare 0-1. Rendezvous complete. Proceeding to primary objective. Over." Frost reported to Command as he led his guys onwards.

"Good copy, Nightmare 0-1."

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LOCATION: ITALICA

DATE: KOSHA 29, 687 AC

TIME: 15:23:03

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Out in the hot mid-afternoon day, the simple farmers of Italica were hard at work tending to their crops. One farmer, in particular, was removing some of the dead crops from the little plot of land that he tended.

It was lost revenue but there was nothing that could be done; some crops die after all. After clearing all of the dead plants and putting them cart, the famer, Vestru Si Ramo, stretched his back and let out a relieved sigh once there was a satisfying pop.

Working in the field was back breaking work but it put food on the table. Not to mention that those dead crops were a decent supplement to firewood and crop growers.

Deciding to take a break for now, he guided his horse drawn cart to so shade and sat down on the ground. Wiping the sweat from his head, he drank a cupful of water from a nearby well and gave some of it to his horse.

"There you go, girl." Vestru patted his horse's neck before he let himself relax for a moment.

Things were getting pretty hectic here since the three Legions were due to arrive in three days. The Princess was trying to organize the whole thing while also being there for the young Countess. The poor lass; lost her father and given control of an entire city all at the tender age of eleven. At the very least, she still had her sisters with her.

She had Vestru's sympathy. Count Formal was a good man who took care of his people.

Thinking that he had rested enough, Vestru got up and scratched his horse's head. "Let us go home." He said but before he could get on the cart, he saw something out of the corner of his eye.

Looking over, he saw about a dozen men coming from the road. Most of them looked were dressed like ordinary folks but they carried some peculiar things such as…some kind of crossbow? Two of them caught his attention however.

"Two of our soldiers are with them…?" He asked himself, surprised to see two men in Italican armor walking amongst these men.

Regardless, these men were strangers…dangerous strangers despite being accompanied by one of their own. By Hardy, these maybe brigands and they could have killed an Italican soldier and took his armor to get access into the city.

He needed to report this to the city guard at once.

Climbing onto the cart, he bade his horse to move while keeping an eye on those men. He soon spotted a group of four guards out on patrol in the fields and stopped beside them. "Pardon me, but I saw a dozen men coming over the road." He pointed at his back. "I do not know who they are but they seem to be armed. Two Italican soldiers are with them."

The guards looked at the direction he was pointing at and saw them. The group was still too far away for the guards to recognize any of them s they did not know who they were but these men posed a significant risk to the people. "Thank you. Spread the word and retreat back into the city. When you get there, you tell the Guard Captain of what you saw. We shall handle this"

Vestru nodded and bid his horse to go forward.

One of the guards looked at his compatriot. "They look like common folk but…they look strange."

"C-Could these be the Americans we were warned about?" A young guard, Miron, asked nervously.

The other guards would have dismissed these claims if the Empire was not at war and Italica being so close to Alnus Hill. While that assumption maybe wrong, it was still a possibility.

"Then…what do we do?" Another guard, Zaven, asked while holding on to his spear tightly. They were nervous, that much was obvious, and confused on what to do.

The leader of the patrol, Treshu, swallowed the lump in his throat before looking at his back. It would seem the word has spread and most of the farmers were making haste back to the safety of the city walls.

He was almost certain that the rest of the guards back in the city had also been informed and were getting ready in case something happened.

Returning his gaze towards the group of men who would be here in mere minutes, Treshu realized that they were outnumbered. There was very little hope of getting out of here alive should a fight break out.

Truth be told, he had never seen true combat before as he was just a guard but he had been in his fair share of brawls before. These men did seem dangerous but they were not displaying any hostility…but that could be just a ruse.

"We wait for them." Treshu ordered. "We ask who they are and what are their intention…especially the one wearing Italican armor. Do not show hostility but be prepared for anything. I am sure someone back there is organizing a proper response."

Even though it was not the best plan and did little to alleviate the men's fears, they stood their ground. "This may not end well, Treshu." Zaven commented.

"I know but it is the best I could come up with." After all, being civil could not hurt. "Just be on your guard. Do not hesitate if they attack."

About five minutes later, the group of men stopped directly in front of the Italican guards. Treshu counted thirteen men including the two Italican soldier, and could see that they wore clothing similar to the common man and carried around some trinkets. They carried no swords – or at least none of what they could see – but these black strange looking crossbows. Two men also carried strange cases.

However, one of the two Italican soldiers he recognized almost instantly when they got near. "Lorenz…? Is that truly you?" Treshu asked in disbelief; his men also in shock at what they were seeing with their very eyes.

Lorenz and Marius stepped in front of the group. "Yes, it is. It is good to see a familiar face again, Treshu. This is Marius, one of my subordinates." The two men grasped forearms firmly.

"How have you survived, Lorenz?" Zaven asked as the guards approached. "We were sure that you perished along with the others when we heard news of the Imperial defeat beyond the Gate?"

Being reminded of their failed incursion into the United States, the two men lowered their heads in grief. "We almost did not survive the massacre…"

"…H-How many survived…?" Miron asked shakily, dreading the answer. "Are you two the only ones left?"

To their relief, Marius shook his head. "No, but vey few have survived. Only a hundred of us are left…some in very grievous conditions. We, Lorenz and I, were one of the lucky few to receive minor injuries"

The guards were horrified to learn that out of the substantial force Count Formal brought with him after he was forced to participate in that damned invasions, only a hundred had survived.

"I am…sorry to hear that." Treshu, along with his fellow guards, lowered their heads in sympathy before looking at the strange men behind the two. "Who are these men with you, Lorenz?" These strangers look formidable…especially the one directly in front of them whose face was covered by a black mask.

Now comes the tricky part BUT Lorenz got through to King Duran and the other kings so he was fairly confident. Before he could answer, however, they heard horses coming their way. Turning, they saw a group of three knights coming towards them.

The knights were Elbian with some Italican soldiers accompanying them. Good, it would mean that they were a little easier to convince instead of Princess Pina's knights.

When the knights reached their position, the knights surrounded them and the leader cast a wary eye at the American soldiers before turning to Treshu. "I am Veres Vertalan, commander of the Elbian contingent assigned to the South Gate. What is going on here?"

"I do not know who those men are." Treshu nodded to the group behinds before motioning to Lorenz and Marius. "But we know these two. They are Lorenz and Marius; they had accompanied Count Formal through the Gate."

Some of the Italican soldiers also recognized Lorenz and Marius as one of their own. They were shocked to see them alive and confirmed this to their leader.

Veres frowned and looked at the two supposed Italican soldiers. "Are you certain of this?"

Treshu nodded. "Yes, My Lord. Lorenz is one of the personal guards to Count Formal. He also accompanied him as one of his Lieutenants when they accompanied the Saderans through the Gate. Our records would confirm this."

Nodding in acceptance for now; Veras made a mental note to request some records to be checked later on to confirm this but for now, he got off his horse and nodded to the two returning Italican soldiers. "Then I welcome you home. I am sure you have more to tell but who are these men accompanying you?"

Lorenz cleared his throat and prayed to the gods that this would go smoothly.

---

Frost and his men discreetly prepared themselves for possible hostilities that may occur. They had been listening very closely to the conversation and everything had been going great up to this point.

"These men are…American soldiers."

The moment their asset, Lorenz, said that, the knights surrounding them lost all pretenses of civility and drew their swords at them. The Americans had no choice but to defend themselves and pointed their weapons at the aggressors. The Major trained his weapon to Veras' face as he pointed his sword to Frost's chest.

This was hardly an unexpected occurrence, but it was imperative that the situation deescalated quickly before someone does something stupid and ruins their agreement with the Count and the UKF. Although, these knights were still very much outnumbered and outgunned, they had a high probability of killing four of the US soldiers from this range at the least.

"You led them here?! To your own home!" Veras accused Lorenz. "I will see you both brought before the Countess in chains before I flog you!" He snarled before turning to the masked American who had his crossbow trained on him. "By the authority given to me by Countess Myui, I demand your surrender!"

Before Frost could reply, Lorenz grabbed Veras' arm. "Hold! Please, I can –" He did not get to finish when he was back handed by the Knight which caused him to tumble down.

"Do not lay your hands on me traitor!" Veras spat on him before returning his gaze upon the masked one again. "I will not repeat myself: surrender now or you die."

Frost had little patience when it came to this. Usually, he would have just shot his way out and call in an airstrike until there were no survivors, but his orders were clear. Lorenz and Marius had dropped the ball on this one, but it could not be helped in hindsight. The situation was deteriorating, and they were waiting time as it is, so he had to pick up the slack.

"Count Formal is alive." What Frost said gave the Elbian knights and Italican personnel pause. "We're here at his request."

Furious murmuring broke out amongst the Elbians and Italicans; wondering if what Frost said was true but Veras was not easily convinced. Pressing his sword directly to the soldier's chest, he glared at him. "Your trickery will not work on me, deceiver. There is no way the Count would betray his own people."

Wordlessly, Frost took a careful step back and lowered his weapon as the knight kept a careful eye on him. He then carefully fished out a tablet from his pack and activated it; Veras and his men eyed him suspiciously but were curious nonetheless.

"Warlord, this is 0-1. How copy. Over."

"Warlord copies all, Nightmare 0-1. Send traffic."

"Warlord, we've reached city limits, but the situation is problematic." Frost said stoically as he prepared the prepared a video link back to CENTCOM. "Request vidlink to the Count. Over."

"Roger, standby."

Veras was getting agitated. This soldier was fiddling with his device and speaking in a language that he did not know; he wanted answers now. "Stop this nonsense and surrender immediately. I will not repeat myself." When he was ignored, the Elbian knight was about to order his men to subdue them until Marius cried out.

"No, wait!" He exclaimed as he helped Lorenz to his feet. "He is contacting Count Formal with his device. P-Please, just wait and we shall prove our intentions are pure."

The knight could see that his men were against such a thing and he was as well. These Americans were the enemy and these two were nothing but traitors to their own home. He was about to disregard this fool's plea and order his subordinates to attack until he heard the masked soldier speak.

"Uplink complete." Frost said before turning the tablet to face the Elbian knight.

To Veras and everyone's astonishment and shock, they saw Count Formal himself within that rectangular device. Treshu and the other Italicans faltered at seeing their leader alive and well.

"I am Count Colt Fortunato Umbrius Formal, head of Clan Formal and ruler of the city of Italica. May I know your name, my good man?"

The Elbian knight was at a loss for words…by Hardy, they all were. Unless this was some kind of cruel trick, they were staring at what was supposed to be a dead man but here he was – alive and well.

"I-I am Veras Vertalan, My Lord." Veras stuttered out and unknowingly lowered his sword. "…I am part of Baron Gregor Bachrich's unit a-assigned to defend Italica under King Duran's…orders."

Count Formal smiled. "You have my utmost gratitude, Ser Veras, but I must ask you to permit these men entry into the city. The survival of Italica and the souls within depend on it."

Having recovered from his shock, Veras looked hesitant. There was no denying that this was Count Formal himself; he was truly alive but why was he adamant of letting the Americans through?

"Forgive me, My Lord." Treshu stepped forward to address the Count. He was still reeling from seeing Count Formal alive but he wanted answers. "But why do you insist that these soldiers enter our home? Were they not the ones who defeated the Empire and invaded our lands?"

Count Formal sighed. "All will be explained, I swear to you all, but time is of the essence. These soldiers are not the enemy. Take them to my daughters and Baron Bachrich; King Duran has already been informed and has given his blessings."

Veras and his compatriots were confused. Their king was already aware of this and approved of it? This whole scenario did not make any sense to them and many were contemplating whether or not to believe it.

It was a dilemma that had to be determined now. It was already determined that this was truly Count Formal; the reaction of the Italicans with him. Veras closed his eyes in frustration. So many questions still needed to be answered but he was not getting them here.

Count Formal was a dear friend to King Duran and if he claimed that the King gave his blessing…then Veras would give it the benefit of the doubt.

Knowing the possible consequences of his actions, the Knight sheathed his sword. "Stand down. All of you." It took a few moments for his men to perceive his order before reluctantly doing so.

With the situation deescalating and the Elbians and Italicans withdrawing all hostilities, the US troops also stood down.

Veras let out a weary sigh." I will grant them access into the city and escort them to the Estate, My Lord, but the Baron, Princess Piña, and your daughters will want answers."

"And they shall have them." Count Formal nodded. "Soldier, may I speak with you." The tablet was flipped around and the Count saw the masked face of Frost. "If you have need of me and the UKF leaders, we shall be standing by."

Frost nodded before disabling the connection for now; he was almost certain that they would be needing them again very soon.

7The two men stared each other down for a moment before Veras broke off and got on his horse. "I shall keep my word to grant you entry into Italica and escort you to the Formal Estate. But be warned: if any of you even entertains the idea of attacking the city, I will cut you down. My King's blessing or not."

Frost was unfazed by this knight's threat but nodded nonetheless. "Lead on." With that, the Elbians and Italicans began escorting the US troops and their principles into the city.

"Warlord, this is Nightmare 0-2." 1LT Wilson whispered. "We have secured entry into Italica. Now moving under escort to meet with the daughters. Over."

"Roger that, Nightmare 0-2. Be advised: Avenger drone is entering the AO and will hold orbit over Italica until required. You have OPCON for fourteen hours until bingo. We'll maintain ISR. Over."

"Solid copy, Warlord. Nightmare 0-2, out."

---

Within one of the study chambers of the Formal Manor, young Myui was attending her lessons for today with the family's head maid, Kaine, as well as another maid of needed; all supervised by her eldest sister, Elle.

Elle was sitting in a comfortable chair as she watched her youngest sibling learning all she could to be a Countess their father and mother would be proud of. Myui was still hurting from their father's death but she was trying hard to live with it.

Lovingly caressing her slightly swollen belly, Elle giggled when Myui got a little irritated at getting confused at a certain subject. The girl looked incredibly cute when she was confused and/or agitated. She would have loves to help Myui out but she was getting tired more frequently as of late.

It was one of the many joyous effects of being over nineteen weeks pregnant.

"Um…i-is this correct, Kaine?" Myui shyly showed her work to her maid who looked it over.

Kaine let out a satisfied smile. "Very good, My Lady. You are progressing very well." The girl beamed a little in happiness before her stomach grumbled. "My, it would appear that the young Countess is hungry." She said bemusedly.

Elle giggled at seeing her sister be flustered before beckoning to the other maid, a Macskan named Persia. "Would you please get us some snacks and refreshments?"

Persia bowed with a smile. "Right away, My Lady."

Just as Persia was about to exit the room, there was frantic knock on the door before it opened to reveal Elle's husband, Filip. His breathing was slightly ragged and he appeared troubled.

Seeing her husband in such a state concerned Elle as she hurriedly went over to him "Filip! Are you all right?"

"I am, my love, but there has been a development." Filip said in great urgency.

"What do you mean, My Lord?" Kaine asked as the head maid, held Myui close to her in a protective manner.

Filip swallowed the lump in his throat as he held onto his wife's shoulders. "A group of men had recently arrived…they were American soldiers."

At the mention of the enemy responsible for their father's demise and the crushing defeat the Empire suffered was here, Elle almost fell to her knees in fear. Myui whimpered in terror as Kaine tried to comfort her while Persia stood in front of them defensively.

"W-What do they want?" Elle asked shakily. Numerous scenarios were playing through her mind and none of them were good.

"They have asked for nothing; only an audience with you and your sisters, Viscount Rubias, Baron Bachrich, and Princess Piña. But there is something else you must know."

The eldest of Count Formal's daughters was skeptical in those requests as why would the Empire's enemy want to discuss with them. In fact, when she finally calmed down, why would the Americans even bother coming here to talk in the first place? They could just go up to the wall and deliver an ultimatum to Italica and that would be it.

It is possible that they know of the Princess being here so they might want to speak with her and negotiate for peace…which was nothing but wishful thinking. They could also be assassins sent her to kill them all and leave Italica defenseless but unless they plan to die completing that job, that was not the case.

"What is it, Filip?"

The man sighed. "Two men were accompanying the soldiers. Two Italicans: Marius Du Micheaux and Lorenz Du Koehne." At the mention of the familiar name of one of Count Formal's personal guard, the occupants in the room widened their eyes in shock. "They claim that they are in possession of a letter addressed to you three from your father." Filip tightened his grip on his wife. "They say Count Formal is alive and that they are here at his request to defend Italica from an Imperial attack."

The occupants in the room were beyond shocked at what they have just been told. The Count – Elle, Loui, and Myui's father – was possibly alive and his own personal guard was here with enemy soldiers. What in the world was going on here?

"…W-Where are they now?" Elle managed to croak out.

"They are in the courtyard but –" He did not get to finish when Myui jumped out of Kaine's arms and ran as fast as she could out of the door.

Kaine, Persia and the others were horrified; knowing exactly where she was going before giving chase.

"Mistress!"

"Myui, no!"

The young Countess heard her family call out to get in warning but she did not care as she desperately ran towards the courtyard. For the last painful weeks, Myui had wanted nothing more than to see her father again. She prayed to the Gods to bring him back because she was not ready to lose him.

What eleven year old girl would be ready to lose her father?

She navigated through the halls of her home before – with tears streaming down her cheeks – Myui burst through the courtyard doors. She saw Loui, Viscount Rubias, Baron Bachrich and Princess Piña along with their troops standing off against a group of strange soldiers who must be the Americans.

Her Regent, her sister and the Baron were talking with one of his men while the Princess was keeping their uninvited guests in check. Through it all, Myui saw one familiar face that renewed her hope that her father was indeed alive.

"Lorenz!" She shouted happily before running towards her friend and protector just as Kaine and the others finally managed to reach the courtyard.

Alerted by her sudden appearance, all eyes turned to the young girl with varying degrees of surprise.

"My Lady, Myui!" Lorenz returned as the girl hugged his waist tightly as she cried. "It is good to see you again, My Mistress."

The girls just clung to her old friend tighter as she whimpered. "…I-I thought you d-died…I t-thought you a-all died…"

Princess Piña was about to attempt to pull the girl back to safety until Loui stopped her. "She is in grave danger here. We must get her away from them." The Princess said; it was bad enough that a dozen American soldiers were here but it was even worse when Myui came right up within their reach.

"I know that, Your Highness, but we must not act so suddenly." Loui whispered. "One wrong move and we might set off a hostile encounter. For now, stay your sword and let us remain calm."

Although Loui could understand her sister, she just put herself in harm's way. Even though they claimed their father was alive and one of Baron Bachrich's men swore that he talked with Count Formal himself thanks to a strange device of the American soldiers, she would not believe it until certain.

She would not let her emotions cloud her judgement…not until she could see her father was truly alive.

Although the Princess wanted to retort, she knew that the older girl was right and stood down. Princess Piña glared suspiciously at these soldiers as they represented the enemy of her home.

She had been in one of the libraries with Bozes and Hamilton taking a small time to relax when she was alerted of the arrival of American soldiers and that Baron Bachrich requested her presence. Princess Piña had almost ordered her Order to attack when they saw the Americans until they were halted by the Baron as they claimed that Count Formal was alive.

At first, she did not believe it and took it as an insult to her mentor's name but seeing that Lorenz was among those that arrived gave her pause.

Princess Piña knew Lorenz for she had conversed with him on several occasions when she visited here; discounting the fact that ever maid and guard vouched for his identity. Though her instincts were telling her that this was some kind of elaborate scheme, she decided to listen first.

After all, from their brief talks from before, Lorenz did not strike her as one who would betray his Lord and home. Something else was going on here.

Deciding that enough time had been given, Baron Bachrich took hold of Myui and gently pulled her away from Lorenz and guided her to Loui who scolded her for doing something so reckless.

"For the record, I still do not believe your claims, Lorenz. And I can only assume the same for the Princess and the Count's daughters." The Baron said and the aforementioned people nodded with the exception of Myui. "But…my men claim that you showed Count Formal alive and well…they swear by it. More so that you claim King Duran himself had authorized you Americans being here." It was either a trick by these Americans or serious things have been happening back home that he was not aware of but he must be sure.

Viscount Rubias stepped forward beside the Baron. "Baron Bachrich, may I suggest that we continue this inside with Countess Myui's permission?" As much as she wanted answers, this was not the place to get them as they were out in the open.

The Baron looked at her before turning his attention to the sisters. "My Ladies, if it would not be a burden to your home?"

Elle and Loui nodded. "Of course, My Lord. Please…we would like to know the truth." The eldest sister said and Myui shakily nodded in agreement.

"…I-I just want to know the t-truth." The poor girl sniffled.

"Very well." Baron Bachrich nodded before turning to the soldiers' commander. "You and your men are permitted follow us to the throne room. There, you will explain yourselves and your intentions for Italica. You may carry your weapons as well." He then moved closer to the masked man. "But know this: if you cause harm to anyone in this city…I will not hesitate to order your deaths." He could not see the expression of the man behind the black mask but the Baron was confident that he intimidated him.

He would be wrong.

"Understood." Frost said before turning to his men. "Nightmare 5, stay here with the equipment. My team will accompany me in."

1st Lt. Hayes nodded. "Roger."

Frost said nothing before turning back to the Baron. "Ready to proceed."

Nodding, he assigned Veras to escort the Americans into the Manor. Loui guided her younger sister back into the manor along with Elle; Hamilton and Bozes were beside them as well having been ordered to look after the girl.

As Kaine turned around, she saw Persia tensely standing them with her fur slightly ruffled. Her pupils were and her breathing was ragged as she stared at something. The Head Maid knew this reaction as fear and looking around, she saw that the other Demi-human maids were also showing signs of fear.

Kaine was flabbergasted and a little bit worried as it took quite a bit to have a Macskan show fear – more so for a Lagoan and Lupins. She followed their line of sight and she realized that they were staring at these Americans…specifically, the one leading them.

Whoever this man was…he was a danger to everyone in the city. That may be an over exaggeration but Kaine will keep a careful eye on him.

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Once they have arrived at the Throne room, Countess Myui took her place on her father's seat of power; she was flanked by her two sisters and their respective husbands. On the seat to her right sat Viscount Rubias.

Standing just to the front of them were Baron Bachrich and Princess Pina as their troops surrounded the soldiers as a precaution. Some of the maids offered refreshments as a sign of courtesy to which they respectfully declined.

Once everything was in order, Viscount Rubias cleared his throat. "This gathering has begun. Lorenz Du Koehne and Marius Du Micheaux, you claim that you had accompanied His Lordship, Count Formal, through the Gate." He was given some documents by a maid and flipped through them. "And according to our records, you both speak truly."

Loui was handed the documents and looked over them. There was not much doubt in her mind that what these two were not lying but she was meticulous. When it was confirmed, she nodded her head. "It is true. It is good to see you again, Lorenz, it truly is. You claim that the three Legions led by Godasen had received new orders to lay siege on Italica. A serious charge and we will hear your evidence soon enough. However, we ask an explanation on how you have survived. Start from the beginning, please."

Lorenz nodded before letting out a solemn breath. "We almost did not survive, My Lady. I and Marius were but a lucky few that managed to survive." He placed a hand on his comrade's shoulder.

Marius nodded shakily. "It was two hours when the Americans came for us. They came with iron monstrosities and attacked with Emroy's fury…we stood no chance. The men I were with were torn to pieces…then there was a massive explosion before I found myself a prisoner."

"I as well." Lorenz spoke. "When I was finally allowed to reunite with our men, there were only a hundred and three left of us; the Saderans less than ninety."

Princess Pina and the rest were horrified at the tale. Out of the forty thousand men the Empire had sent through the Gate, less than two hundred were left alive. "Impossible." One of the Princess' knights, Beefeater, muttered in disbelief.

"It is true, My Lady." Lorenz said. "When we were defeated, the Americans captured us and imprisoned us in some unknown location." The older Italican began. "It was not like how we treat our own prisoners as we were given food, water, clothing, and shelter."

Marius nodded. "We were kept in isolation most of the time but they did not torture us if we cooperated. If we cooperated, we were given leniency…but if we did not, you can most likely guess."

Baron Bachrich shared a look with the Princess; both displaying curiosity and astonishment. To show such kindness to a defeated enemy – despite the fact of torture if they did not comply – was very unusual. However, they chose not to comment on this and motioned for the two Italicans to continue.

"From what the Count had told me…he and an American representative entered into an agreement." Lorenz explained and he could see that shocked expressions all around him. "In return for Count Formal's cooperation in inviting the Vassal Kingdoms and others to negotiate neutrality with the Americans, Italica would be safe from the war and he and those of his choosing would be allowed to return home."

"Lies!" Princess Pina shouted in outrage; her hand hovering over the hilt of her sword. "My mentor was not a traitor to his people!"

Elle glared at Lorenz as she tried to comfort the distressed Myui. Kaine was also fighting the urge not to order her maids to subdue their so-called guests for even insinuating that Count Formal was a traitor.

Knowing that he had to do something before things get explosive, Lorenz raised his hands to get their attention. "My Lords and Ladies, please! Count Formal is and never will be a traitor."

Viscount Rubias leaned forward after commanding Kaine to restore calm in the chamber. "Then why do you say that he had collaborated with the Americans." He challenged.

"Because –" Before Lorenz could continue, he was interrupted.

"Enough." Frost said in a tone that sent chills down everyone's spine before he took out his tablet again. He was not here to watch some sideshow court drama; he was here to accomplish his mission. "You can ask him yourself."

"H-How dare you interrupt us, you swine!" Frost heard a girl – the one with blonde spiral hair – squawk at his indignantly but he paid her no mind for now as he worked to reestablish vidlink with the Count.

While Bozes was making a scene, Baron Bachrich curiously watched the masked soldier fiddle with his strange object. "What is he doing?" He asked mostly to himself.

"He is contacting Count Formal, My Lord." All eyes turned to Veras as he stood beside the Baron. "From his device, he summoned the Count himself. That was why I permitted them to enter." Everyone was shocked at that and Myui stood up.

The girl was an emotional wreck at this point. She was devastated when Myui learned that her father was dead but little by little, she started to live with it…then this happens. As with all children, she did not know what to do but she just wanted to see her dear papa alive.

"I-Is it true?" The girl stammered. "Is he…r-really going to let us see papa?"

Elle gave her sister a look of worry and sympathy. Like her, she wanted nothing more than to see her father again but she did not trust these Americans as it could be some kind of trap. "Myui, I –"

"Lorenz, please!"

Lorenz looked at Loui and Elle. Both of them were silent but their eyes held a sense of longing. They were hoping that their father was alive and so was the rest of those in the chamber. "Yes, he is."

The moment she heard the confirmation, Myui would have barreled through to the American soldiers and beg for them to let her see her father had it not been for Kaine catching her. "Please! I want to see my papa!" The girl wept as she struggled to get free.

Kaine was silent as she held onto her distraught mistress. She too would like nothing more than to see her dear friend alive and well again but the safety of Myui took precedence.

Realizing that she was not going to get free, the young Countess dropped her head in despair as she sobbed. Hamilton placed her hands on the girl's back as a sign of support and comfort.

"How may I assist you, soldier?"

The familiar voice of Count Formal rendered everyone to a screeching halt in sheer disbelief as they turned their gazes upon the masked soldier.

"Your daughters want to speak with you." Frost said before walking towards the throne; ignoring the surprised mumblings of their asset.

Walking unopposed past the Baron and Princess who were staring at him in disbelief, the Delta Operator was standing before his primary objective and a middle-aged woman – a maid – holding her back from doing something stupid.

"Here." He turned the tablet towards the girl and he could clearly see she had just been given the greatest shock and gift of her life. Along with those with a clear line of sight from her rear.

Myui could not believe her eyes. "P-Papa…?" She asked tentatively; thinking that this might be a cruel illusion.

"Oh…my precious Myui." Count Formal said with tears forming in his eyes as he gazed his youngest daughter's beautiful face.

The girl let our a teary smile as she grabbed the soldier' device and held it close to her. "Papa! Papa, you're alive!" She screamed in absolute joy before turning towards her sisters. "Elle, Loui! It's Papa, look!" She called as Frost took a step back.

Let them have their little reunion as he still needed to connect with Vulture 1-1 to get King Duran and the UKF leaders patched in as well.

The two sisters finally overcame their shock before hurrying towards Myui side. Elle and Loui needed to know the truth; they could not bare it anymore. As their eyes gazed upon the joyous visage of their father, the two sisters could not help but be overjoyed.

"F-Father…" Elle sniffled.

Count Formal was ever more thrilled to see his elder daughters "My daughters. Thank the Gods that I can still look upon you. Elle, I see you are as radiant as ever. Why, you are a spitting image of your mother when she first carried you."

The eldest daughter of the Count Formal smiled in happiness as she caressed her belly. "Thank you, Father. Filip has been a good husband to me." She felt a hand gently squeeze her shoulder and saw that it was Filip who smiled at her.

"That is good to hear." The Count beamed before turbing to Loui who was trying to remain composed. "My brave Loui…no words can describe how I longed to see you again. All of you."

Loui let out a small smile as her eyes conveyed all the emotions she was feeling right now. "Father…I missed you."

Just then, Baron Bachrich and Princess Piña came up to come see the truth for themselves and they were stunned to see that Count Formal was indeed alive.

Noticing them, the Count wiped the tears from his eyes before smiling. "My Lord, Baron Gregor Bachrich. You Highness, Princess Piña Co Lada. For your service to my people and family, you have my utmost gratutide."

Baron Bachrich cleared his throat and bowed his head. "Thank you, My Lord. I am only doing what King Duran has requested of me."

"You have my thanks, regardless." The Count then turned his attention to Princess Piña. "Piña…it has been almost a year since we had last met and you have grown into a fair yet strong young woman."

The Princess let out a smile. Indeed, it was a year since she had seen Count Formal and that was an indication that this was her mentor. "It is good to see you still kicking, old man." She said as the Italican soldiers and their compatriots lowered their weapons and started to converse with each other.

1LT Wilson breathed a silent sigh of relief. The initial tension was almost gone now and that was a very good thing. Although he was sure that their two assets would have eventually convinced the principles to listen had it not been for the Major but he had a justifiable reason.

They could not afford to lose any more time; especially in a reenactment of Royalty Drama like in Code Geass or Claymore. They do not have tine for shit like that.

On the other hand…it gives him less time to subtly ogle at those at those demi-human maids. They were really cute.

"While I would love nothing to catch up with you all, I am afraid that there are far more important matters to address." Count Formal said seriously and everyone nodded.

"You are correct, Father." Loui said before looking at her husband. "Ellion, please assist Myui in getting back to her proper place." Her husband nodded before she turned to Kaine. "Have one of the maids be the scribe. It is in our best interest to do so."

Kaine bowed her head. "Of course, My Lady. Momo, please act as the scribe for this gathering."

"Yes, Head Maid." The human maid acknowledged before procuring some paper and a quill. Once she was ready, she gave Kaine a single nod.

"We are ready to proceed."

"Wait." The Italican host and their allies turned their gaze upon the masked soldier who was fiddling with a strange object on his wrist. With one last motion, he looked up at them. "We're online with King Duran."

Baron Bachrich and his men were the most surprised at this. "Excuse me?" He mouthed dumbly before he and the others turned to the device still cradled Myui's hands.

They watched as the visage of Count Formal shrunk until it occupied only half of the display and another took its place; now revealing the battle hardened appearance of the King of Elbe.

"M-My King…?" The Baron was at a lost for words. He tried to say more but King Duran stopped him.

"I am sure all of you will have questions but now is not the time." King Duran spoke with authority befitting of one of his station. "I have already been informed of the situation so let us proceed."

"Y-Yes, well…" Princess Pina cleared her throat before turning to Lorenz and Marius. "You both have been forthcoming and have spoken the truth – I hope that will continue from here on out. However, the fact still remains that you are accompanying American soldiers. Otherworlders that are the enemy of the Empire. I would like you to explain."

The Baron and the two elder daughters of the Count nodded as well. While many miracles have happened here today, they wanted to know the answer to that question before going one from there.

Lorenz looked at Count Formal who nodded in understanding. "We are accompanying these soldier because…Count Formal has entered into an alliance with them."

As expected, chaos erupted within the Chamber with many naming Lorenz a deceiver. Baron Bachrich had tensed up a little but regained his composure as he commanded some of his men to restore order.

Princess Pina looked back at her mentor with a look of confusion, hurt, and pleading. "Colt…what…?"

Loui and Elle were looking at each other before Loui gently took the device from Myui's hand. "Father, please…tell us all that this is a lie." Her eyes begged him to say yes but alas…

Count Formal let out a dejected sigh. "I am sorry, my daughter." That was all the confirmation Loui and the rest needed.

"Impossible! My father is not a traitor!" Elle erupted in fury as she was held back by her husband. "Y-You must have been forced to agree, Father. Please, tell us so!"

The Count took a deep breath before bowing his head in shame. "…Forgive me…"

"Betrayer!" Bozes shouted in outrage as the Knight of the Rose Order rallied behind her. Even some of the Italican soldiers were looking disgusted but did not dare voice it. "How dare you! You not only betrayed your country but you also betrayed the Princess' trust, your family…and yourself!"

Kaine could barely utter a word. This was not the Count she knew; he would never betray his people and family – his very values – like that but…how could she not feel a little anger when the man himself confessed to his sins?

"SILENCE!" King Duran roared and everyone quieted down in surprise. "Do not dare speak ill of the Count for he has sacrificed more than any of you will ever know."

Bozes was about to retort when she felt a hand be placed upon her shoulder and saw that it was Grey Co Aldo. He looked at her and the young woman backed off reluctantly.

"And how would you know that, King Duran?" The old warrior asked. He did not mean any disrespect; only to voice everyone's desire for the truth.

"It is not my place but the Count's to tell. Go ahead, my friend."

Count Formal smiled a little. "Thank you, my friend. I know you all think of me as a traitor…I shall not deny your judgement but I request you all to listen to my reasoning first before you judge me."

Loui, who was still holding onto the device, looked all around her. She could see that many were clearly devastated with the revelation that her father had betrayed them; especially her sisters. Most had already condemned him while only a few were willing to listen.

If not to hear the pathetic excuse her father made, she was sure.

"Speak, Count." Princess Pina said with hard eyes but her emotions were clear. "I want to hear your reason…but you know the consequences of betraying the Empire." The Princess said with a hint of regret. Gods dammit, she grew up with Loui and Elle, and regarded Myui as a little sister and this man had practically taught her everything…

Frost could see that the Princess' knights grew hesitant but prepared to enact those consequences. He was already picking out targets and relaying instructions to his men.

"I understand, Your Highness." Count Formal bowed his head in thanks before moving on. "When the Saderan invaded through the Gate, we attacked a nation named the United States of America. I believe you all know how that played out."

Princess Pina nodded solemnly. "Yes…the loss of seven Imperial Legions and most of your soldiers. Continue."

"Most of us were wiped out and the lucky few were taken prisoner to be interrogated." Count Formal said. "The Americans wanted to know everything about the Empire for the coming war."

Bozes scoffed. "So, due to your fear of being subjected to torture, you relented. A true Saderan would never yield."

Loui glared at the knight. "Hold your tongue, Bozes Co Palesti, and let my father finish." While she was still distraught in finding out her father had betrayed the Empire, she had reigned in her emotions enough to think clearly. She wanted to know what was really happening here.

Before Bozes could retort, the Princess raised her hand to halt her. "Enough, Bozes. From this point on, no one will interrupt the Count of his tale. Disobeying my command will bring harsh penalties." She glared at everyone; especially her comrade.

"…As you command, Your Highness." Bozes relented.

Princess Pina nodded before motioning for the Count to proceed.

Count Formal nodded. "As I was saying, the Americans only wished information about the Empire. Initially, I refused to cooperate – citing the consequences you were referring to, Your Highness. However…certain circumstances have forced me to accept their terms."

Baron Bachrich narrowed his eyes in suspicion. "What circumstances."

"Beyond the Gate, it was revealed that the United States' military and economy reigns supreme." Count Formal revealed that surprised and intrigued everyone. "By launching an unprovoked invasion, the Saderan Empire had declared war upon the United States and she intends to respond in full."

The Knights of the Rose Order wanted to call this nothing more than a fool's tale; a desperate plea from a traitor to be spared. Yet, they know well what the Princess had told them about the Empire's enemy. An enemy that threatened her very existence that warranted the Emperor himself had authorized the full mobilization of the Imperial Army. an enemy that even the great Woldemar V. Meridius was afraid of engaging in battle.

Not since the First Age has the Saderan Empire called upon the full might of its military because it never needed to but Emperor Augustus saw fit to do so and through the Consul's legendary career, he never hesitated in facing an enemy no matter how mighty.

That was indication that this United States was a very serious threat so they all held their tongue and listened…also, the command of the Princess was clear.

"The threat posed by this United States has been made aware to me, Count." Princess Pina said. "By my father mobilizing the entire army and Consul Meridius who acknowledge her as an adversary that even he is not sure that he can defeat."

The Count hummed. "Then you must know that is just the beginning. When the Saderans perpetrated the invasion, they did not just declare war upon the United States, they declared war upon the entire world upon the Gate…a world of seven billion people."

Princess Pina and Baron Bachrich's eyes widened in shock as everyone stumbled upon hearing just how colossal the Otherworld was. "…Extraordinary…" Loui mumbled in wonder.

"The leaders of every nation in the Otherworld saw this as an attack upon their very existence and had declared war upon the Empire." Count Formal explained. "Led by the Americans…the nations of the Otherworld rallied their armies – millions strong – to cross the Gate and burn Falmart to the ground."

Baron Bachrich did not notice it but his left hand was slightly shaking. Through the Saderan's arrogance, they did not just draw the ire of a nation that was at the top of the food chain beyond the Gate but also incurred the wrath of an entire world.

The Princess understood that her home was in for the fight of its life but she never would have expected this. "…I-Is this why you sided with the Americans? To save your own skin then?"

Count Formal shook his head. "No, the Americans came to me with the offer. Despite what all of you may think, they understand reason and compassion; otherwise I and some lucky others would not be here now or in one piece. I was to act as a mediator between the communities here such as the Vassal Kingdoms and the scattered tribes to enter negotiations of neutrality and/or support with the Americans; in return for my men and mine's freedom. In addition, they would also convince the leaders of their world to withdraw from this campaign and let the Americans handle the situation."

Loui looked at her husband in silent astonishment before turning back to her father. "Neutrality father?"

"Yes, the Americans understand that their real enemy is the Saderan Empire and the communities here are innocent." Count Formal said. "The American President – their king – had decreed that those unaffiliated with the Saderans were to be left in peace after ascertaining their stance in the war. An example of that is King Duran. He and the other vassal kings have also entered into an alliance with the Americans."

Princess Pina and Baron Baron Bachrich looked at the King of Elbe in outrage and surprise, respectively. "You have betrayed the Empire as well?"

King Duran was unaffected at her outburst. "I merely followed tradition. The Americans wanted to parley under cordial terms and I along with my counterparts accepted to meet."

Baron Bachrich stepped forward as the Princess was massaging her temples in frustration. "My King, you know the Emperor would not stand for this."

"The Emperor can do nothing and he has forced the decision upon me." King Duran gained curious looks so he continued with his next words directed to the Princess. "Because the Emperor had send assassins to kill me and the other kings as well as the American representative to incite war between us."

The Baron's eye's widened in horror as she swiftly turned his gaze upon the Princess for this affront. "Did you know about this?!"

"…No, I did not…though I should have…" Princess Pina said with a dejected sigh. While she loved her father dearly, she was no fool in thinking that he was a paragon of ideals. She knew what kind of man he was and what he was willing to do to retain his power. Her mother and history told her as such.

"Do not blame the Princess for the actions of her father, Baron Bachrich." King Duran declared. "In any case, I know that I will have to provide concrete evidence of my claims so that is what I shall do. Please wait a moment."

The image of the King of Elbe was minimized before the audio recording of Demaes' confession at Captain Elliades' hands was played. By the time It has ended, the occupants of the chamber – minus the American soldiers – were mortified; none more so than the Baron and his men.

Baron Bachrich was remorseful. He knew the familial relations his King shared with the Lauer family and he knew what must be done. "…You have my sincerest apologies, Your Grace…to be betrayed by your own family…"

The King merely waved him off. "Family betraying family has happened throughout history, Baron. It cannot be avoided…no matter how hard we try." He said lowly before recomposing himself. "Moving on, with the attempted assassination sanctioned by the Emperor, the Vassal Kingdoms saw fit to form a military alliance with the Americans, secede from and declare war upon the Saderan Empire. I and my compatriots of the UKF will go to Alnus to formalize the alliance."

That bombshell rocked the entire chambers. "You cannot do that!" Beefeater exclaimed. "You would abandon the Empire in it –"

"Be silent!" King Duran growled. "Your Empire has conspired to kill me and turn my country into more of a puppet than it is now. As far as I am concerned, I owe no obligations to uphold my oaths to the Saderan Empire because of this betrayal."

"And you believe the Americans will uphold your terms, King Duran?" Grey asked as Beefeater had nothing to say.

The King sighed. "I must admit, I do not know that the Americans will uphold their end of the alliance and their future promises or not. What the future holds, I do not know; but I do know that we share a common enemy."

Grey frowned as he looked at the Princess. To be honest, he could not blame the Vassal for such actions. In fact, if such a thing happened to him, he would demand retribution. However, the veteran knight was a Saderan and he understood the ramifications of this.

With the Vassal States joining the Americans, they were now fighting a war on two fronts, essentially.

Princess Pina did not know what to think or do. She wanted to say the Empire would pull through like it always had but she read the reports on the Otherworld thanks to her brother, Publius. After reading the reports, she agreed with the Consul that their Legions were simply no match for the Americans.

She and her knights came here to aid the daughters of the man she considered her second father but now, the Count was alive and with him, a cavalcade of bad news for her home.

"Count Formal…" The Princess began. "You were my mentor once…and I considered you a second father." She gave a small smile to which the Count returned. "I can understand why you sided with the Americans, I really do."

Bozes gasped in indignation. "Princess!"

"You sided with them to avert the total annihilation of our world." Princess Pina continued, ignoring her subordinate. "But…Count Formal and King Duran, you must understand that I and my knights are Saderans and we are obligated to defend our home."

"I do…My Princess."

The King nodded. "As do I, Your Highness, and I respect your resolve." He gave the Princess a slight bow to show as such. "I will say that had the Emperor shared your qualities – or you were the heir – things would have been different."

"I thank you for your kind words, King Duran." The Princess smiled before sighing. "Although I and my knights are obligated to arrest you and – if your claims are correct – assist Godassen in capturing Italica…" The Italicans and Elbians tensed at her words as Frost signaled his men to standby. "But…I cannot. My heart could not bear it."

Bozes walked closer to her and placed a hand on her shoulder. "Princess Pina, what are you saying?"

The Princess bowed her head. "I cannot bring myself to turn against this family, Bozes. Call it sentimentality but I cannot, and officially, Italica is now hostile territory for us." She placed a hand on top of Bozes' own before turning towards the Count. "Due in no small part of our history and…my love for you and your family, I and my Order shall not take part in the coming battle and I shall also not appeal to Godasen to reconsider his next actions. I only request safe passage out of the city."

Frost frowned. He did not like the possibility of an HVT escaping from his sights but as per his orders, the Princess was a secondary priority. So, he would stay his hands…for now. Additionally, starting a fire fight here would seriously jeopardize their relationship with the Italicans and Elbians; not to mention endangering their primary objectives. This was the most logical course of action.

"Piña…there is another way." Count Formal urged. "The Americans intend to finish the war the Saderans started and we both know your father will send hundreds of thousands of soldiers to their deaths."

Oh, she knows that. Princess Piña's father was not afraid to sacrifice thousands for his goals. "What do you propose then?"

"Convince your father to seek peace." The Knights of the Rose Order immediately voiced their protests but the Count carried on. "Prolonging this war will only result in unneeded bloodshed. For the sake of your country Men, My Princess, you have to try."

The Princess shook her head. "Count, you and I both know that it is virtually impossible. The Senate and my father would never seek peace with an adversary; their…pride and arrogance will not let them."

Count Formal sighed but understood what she meant. In all of recorded history, the Empire was undefeated. Through the passage of time, that honor became a weakness of complacency and arrogance stemming from the notion that the Empire will never be defeated.

"…You speak truly, Princess Piña…but I must still ask you to try. There can still be peace between us."

The Princess shook her head. "My father and the Senate will not listen to me on that, Count, and I am still a Saderan. My duty is to the Empire no matter how dire...but I will try."

Count Formal looked at her in sorrow and pride. She grew from a spit fire of a girl to a courageous and bright young woman; he could not have been a prouder teacher. "Then…I grant you and your Order safe passage from Italica, Princess Piña. You have grown into a fine young woman, Piña. I am honored to have been your teacher."

"And it was a pleasure studying under you, Count Formal." The Princess smiled and bowed her head in appreciation. "Thank you, Count Formal." She then walked up to Myui and kneeled before her. "I have to go now, Myui. My time here has come to an end."

Myui was saddened but nodded her head in understanding. "…W-Will you come back…?"

Princess Piña chuckled and placed a hand on the girl's head. "Of course, we shall see each other again. Be sure to work on your lessons while I am away."

Myui let out a small giggle before nodding.

Standing up, the Princess turned to Grey. "Grey, inform the rest of the Rose Order. We ride for the Capital immediately."

Grey bowed his head. "As you command, My Princess." With that, he exited the chamber to fulfill his orders.

Rallying her knights, the Princess was prepared to leave after saying her goodbyes before she stood before the masked soldier. "We may be enemies, American, but may I know your name?"

"Frost."

Princess Piña nodded. "Frost, I leave the protection of this city in your hands. But know this, if we ever meet each other in the battlefield…I will do everything in my power to defeat you." With her parting words given, she and her knights departed from the chamber with Bozes and Beefeater giving him one last withering glare.

Once the Princess and her little troop vacated the chamber, King Duran cleared his throat. "Time is short, I suggest we move this along."

"I agree." Viscount Rubias nodded. "Count Formal, I believe I speak for everyone that you have proved your actions were justified and your claims supported by King Duran himself. You are no traitor to your people."

There was a chorus of ayes in the chamber; even those that doubted him had rescinded their initial judgement. Myui had the biggest smile on her face as she hugged her sister; happy to know that her father was the hero she always thought he was.

"Thank you…all of you." Count Formal said in gratitude. "But let us proceed. Through my agreement with the Americans government, they have pledged their support in Italica's defense if it ever came under attack. The General assigned these men for that."

"Forgive me, Father, but only a handful of men cannot stand against the Imperial Legions." Ellion said with Loui nodding in agreement.

Baron Bachrich agreed as well. "I have bolstered what remains of your army, Count, and we have no more than two thousand and five hundred able bodied soldiers. It is not nearly enough to withstand the might of three Legions for long. How confident are you of these soldiers' capabilities?"

"I am confident but I too share your concerns." Count Formal said with an anxious tone. "Nevertheless, the General of the American Army vouches for these men and are authorized to use their…support packages whatever those mean. I hope to the Gods that his words are not misplaced."

That did little to alleviate their concerns but there was nothing they could do about that. Perhaps these soldiers had some tricks up their sleeves but they would have to adapt quickly.

"Baron Bachrich." King Duran spoke up. "The Americans are our allies. Therefore, you are to work in conjunction with their leader. Their capabilities maybe lost to us but he may know various ways to repel the Legions long enough for reinforcements to arrive."

"The same for my own." The Count joined. "Rubias, Loui, these soldiers will assist you in defending the city. Take their counsel to heart and take care of yourselves."

Viscount Rubias nodded. "As you command, My Lord."

"Of course, father." Loui said.

"Then I believe that our business has concluded here." King Duran said and everyone agreed. With all matters settled for now, it was time to go and prepare.

The Baron nodded before walking towards the masked American. "You are the leader of the unit assigned to protect the city?" There was brief moment of silence before he got a reply.

"Yes."

"Very well." Baron Bachrich said before he held his hand out. "I am Baron Gregor Bachrich, commader of the Elbian contingent tasked to bolster Italica's defenses and safeguard her people. As our nations are now allies, you may count on my men and I should you need it."

Frost looked at the offered arm. He was rarely ever friendly; those time that he shook somebody's hand was just for show. However, the Delta Operator knew that it was imperative that he and his men had to work with these people to accomplish their mission objectives.

And besides, they might be useful. So, for now, he will play nice.

Turning his gaze back toward the Baron's eyes, Frost firmly grasped his fore arm. "Frost." He may be a slouch when it came to simple etiquette but

Although the Baron wanted to comment on how this man spoke very little and straight to the point, but he understood the kind so he let it go. Just as well, he accepted the gesture with a nod as the still lingering tension in the chamber finally dissipated.

"Frost." Everyone turned to Count Formal. "Protect my family and my people, I beg you. The full might of my army is at your command."

"I will." Frost replied that made the Count smile in gratitude.

Before anything else, King Duran cleared his throat. "My friends, I have to go. I will be arriving in Oberndorf shortly to update King de Lunar of the happenings these past days. I bid you all farewell and good luck." After everyone said their goodbyes to King Duran, his window was gone and Count Formal's window was all that was left.

"I must go too." The Count said with a sigh. "Myui, Loui, may I speak with you for a moment." Upon the request of their father, Loui moved beside her sister and turned the device around. "My daughters…our time maybe short now but I swear that I will return to you soon."

Myui tried to touch her father's face but all she touched was smooth tempered glass. "When will you come back, papa…?"

"Soon, my darling. Papa will come home soon." The Count said softly before he spoke to Loui. "Did you receive the letters I wrote to you and Rubias?"

"Not yet, father." His second daughter shook her head. "Though considering the circumstances, I think that requires forgiveness."

In that moment, Marius and Lorenz walked towards her and the Viscount, and presented to them their intended missives.

"What else that is needed to be said can be found in those missives as well as additional instructions and information." Count Formal said before sighing. "I truly wish that all of this did not come to pass but it did. I am sorry for putting all of you through this, my daughters."

Loui gave a small smile as Myui sobbed. "It is not your fault, father. You will return and our home shall still stand, I swear it."

The Count smiled with some tears in his eyes. "Farewell for now, my darlings." With that, the video link was disconnected.

Loui released as breath; glad that her father was alive and he did what he did for all the right reasons. Kaine held onto Myui as she cried and cradled the letter close to her chest, but she knew she was happy at seeing their father alive and well.

Ellion smiled at her and Loui returned it before she steeled herself and walked towards the leader of the American soldiers. They may be the Empire's enemy…but not of hers.

Standing before this Frost, she handed him back his device. "We shall assist you and your men in completing your tasks. What is our next step?"

Frost placed his tactical tablet in his pack before replying. "Take us to the war room."

Loui nodded and bade the Baron to accompany them to the war room for they still have much to discuss.

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LOCATION: ITALICA

DATE: KOSHA 29, 687 AC

TIME: 16:37:42

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Outside of the walls of Italica, the knights of the Order of the Rose were marching out of the city to return to the Capital. At the front of the column, Princess Pina led her troops together with Bozes, Hamilton, Beefeater, and Grey by her side.

Bozes and Beefeater were agitated – Bozes most of all – since they were essentially retreating from the enemy. An enemy that they sorely outnumbered and could have taken prisoner with no problems. Instead, the Order of the Rose was leaving the city with their tail between their legs.

"I know what you are feeling, Bozes." Princess Pina said as she kept her eyes straight. "You are thinking why I let those soldiers stay while we left."

"We outnumbered those Americans, Your Highness." Bozes said in an agitated tone. "There could not have been more than twenty of them and we had them surrounded. Surely, they could not have used their unknown capabilities until we had them in chains had we acted fast enough."

"True, we had them surrounded but you must have realized that we were surrounded as well."

Bozes looked pensive at that. "What do you mean?"

"Upon learning that Count Formal and King Duran had formed an alliance with the Americans, I knew that Italica had become enemy territory." The Princess said. "While we most likely would have succeeded in capturing – or even killing – the Americans, we would have been overwhelmed by the combined might of the Italican Army and Baron Bachrich."

Beefeater looked at Bozes in surprise but they both realized the logic in the Princess' words. Had they acted in impulse; it would have been a disaster.

"The Princess is right, you two." Grey said as he rode beside them. "The dangers were too great and Princess Pina made the right decision in getting us out. It was tactically and strategically sound – there is no shame in retreating when victory is impossible. I trained you and your sisters better than to let your pride get in the way of better judgement; I see my teachings are starting to wane."

The Princess then looked at them from the corner of her eyes. "And remember, we do not know their full capabilities. This is an enemy that even Consul Meridius, one of our most capable commanders since the time of the Second Reign, is wary of. That, alone, should be enough reason, Bozes."

"Y-Yes, My Princess." Bozes said with a shameful bow as well as Beefeater. "I apologize for my lack of foresight and impulsiveness, My Princess, I meant no disrespect."

The Princess smiled at them. "I understand, you two. Had we been still in our early years, I would have acted the same. Nevertheless, with Italica allied with the Americans, this presents a strategic disadvantage for the Empire."

"I agree." Hamilton nodded. "Italica is one of the major trading centers of the Empire and the land controlled by the Formal Family are exceptionally fertile and supplies the Empire with a good percentage of her food stores. That loss would cripple the Empire in the long run."

"Not to mention the secession of the Vassal States from the Empire." Beefeater added before looking at Princess Pina. "What is our next step, Your Highness?"

"As I said, we return to the Capital." The Princess relayed her plan. "Inform my father and Meridius of this new development." After all, it was her duty as a Princess to do whatever she can to defend her home.

Grey looked at her with pity in his eyes. "My Princess, you know what will happen if Godassen's forces do successfully retake Italica, yes?"

Hearing this, Princess Pina felt a slight pang in her heart as she closed her eyes. "I do, Grey…I do." She replied softly. That was one of the main reasons why she wanted to be away from Italica. She wanted no part in the destruction of the Formal Family; she would not be able to bear it. "Regardless, this might be an opportunity for us to learn of these Americans' abilities in combat."

"What do you have in mind, Your Highness?" Beefeater asked.

Princess Pina grew serious. "We continue to the Capital as originally intended. However, we will link up with Godasen's Legion first to ascertain his intention. If they are what Count Formal claims then I want no part of it. Nevertheless, I intend for one to stay with the Legions and observe the coming battle…and ensure the sisters' safety if it ever came to that."

Bozes and the others thought it over and deemed it a sound plan. They have nothing solid on the Americans – discounting the admittedly distorted memories of the captives – so this could help the Empire understand their enemy so that they may defeat them.

"Then who will you assign for this task?" Hamilton asked as Bozes immediately volunteered herself for this task.

"I thank you for your willingness to serve, Bozes, but I had someone else in mind." The Princess said before turning towards the veteran knight beside her. "Grey, you are the most adept at warfare than all of us; you know what to look for. Therefore, I am assigning you for this task."

The old knight smiled at her. "It would be my pleasure, Your Highness."

Although Bozes was a little disappointed that she was not given this task, she took comfort that it would be Grey to do it. He was a fine warrior and a patriot; he would not disappoint. "I wish you luck, Grey. I know you will not let us down."

Already knowing what the young woman was thinking and longed, Grey chuckled. "Bozes, if you wish to accompany me, all that is required is the Princess' permission."

Bozes stuttered at being found out before looking at Princess Pina as if she a child begging her mother for more treats.

The Princess rolled her eyes with an amused sigh before nodding. "I grant you permission to accompany Grey, Bozes."

"Thank you, Your Highness." Bozes beamed with pride at the chance. "I swear that I will not let you down."

Princess Pina smiled before she cleared her throat. "Even though you two will be accompanying the Legions, I am not requiring you to partake in the battle. Find out how the Americans fight then make haste for the Capital with the information. And if you can…make sure Myui and her sisters are safe."

"It will be done, Princess Pina." Bozes replied.

The Princess nodded and returned her gaze forward but she could not help but feel a little morose. With the Vassal Kingdoms declaring war upon the Empire, Princess Pina hoped to the Gods that she would not have to face Allistair.

She would rather not do battle with her secret lover.

While they were still conversing, they failed to notice a PQ-1A Spook drone silently hovering over them.

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Watching from the combat laptop operated by SFC Collier, Frost stood stoically behind. He and his guys had just gotten out of the war room and were setting up their command and control within the mansion. To ensure privacy, he directed Baron Bachrich and Loui to start construction of defensive barricades and to let the people know. He also directed his men to set up their weapon systems and the mortar.

So, the Princess realized that they were in enemy territory and had used her connection to the Count to secure safe passage out of the city; regardless of her genuine affections for the family. And in so doing, live to fight another day.

It was smart and level headed thinking; common sense 101.

Nevertheless, it made his job easier. With the potential threat posed by the Princess and her troops eliminated, Frost could now focus on destroying those Legions. Originally, the Delta Operator intended to mark the Legions' current position for a HIMARS strike. It was the most logical and swiftest method to accomplish their primary objective and he would have no need to call in the 30th ID for support.

However, there was an unexpected yet minor development. Princess Pina had ordered two of her subordinates to link up with the Legions to observe the battle, and relay the information gathered back to the Capital.

Although he could wait for the Legions to get here and possibly capture those two and Godasen if he was still in one piece. It was achievable and a logical step for CENTCOM's long term goals.

CENTCOM had already been informed and he had been given new mission parameters: Grey and Bozes were to be taken alive. The rest were to be eliminated. It was time to call in the cavalry as he was not stupid enough to think that and and his men alone could hold off over twenty thousand men.

"Warlord, this is Nightmare 0-1. Phase:1 complete. Cooperation between principles established and Saderan elements have been removed. Green Light; send in the 30th ID."

"Solid copy, 0-1. 2nd Platoon of BCT4 and is spooling up. ETA: thirty minutes. Over."

"Roger." With that Frost went to work to direct the defense of Italica. He had a substantial amount of of of M18A1 Claymores and M16A4 Bouncing Betty mines to be deployed and he knew just where to place them to wrought the most kills.

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AN:

I'm back, ya'll. Sorry this took so long. Belated Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year to all! I wanted to portray Pina as someone who knows what really is going on. I've read tons of fanfics where Pina is this oblivious girl that doesn't know what her home is doing to expand. She knows about the slaves; did she think they became slaves willingly? Here, she knows and is trying to better it with no success. Next chapter is when the war starts so stay tuned.

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