I don't own Kaiserreich or Gate JSDF
AN: I do apologies, but Spanish isn't my first language. And Google translate is even worst then mine… also for being 3 months late. Sorry… Summer Slump
3rd POV
Sacramento California, Inside the Capital Building
Inside the capital building, President Nixon sits impatiently at his desk. He was surrounded by multiple agents from all branches of military and intelligence agencies. They too were waitin impatiently as news about the could lead to unwanted conflict with those involved. Particularly the British. As the clock ticks, a loud knock came from the door and insteps General Patch.
"Mr. President." General Patch said as he enters the room.
"General Patch." President Nixon said with a nod. As the General sat down Nixon turned to the group of agents before asking, "Alright, tell me now gentlemen. Who attacked our visitors? And please god almighty, give me a beat about their current location."
"Well, from what we at the NSA managed to establish, three groups were sent to intercept the visitors." A woman of African descent said in a Parisian accent.
"I'm aware of that Director Baker, but what I want to know is if there was a collusion between them." President Nixon questions.
"Unlikely sir. I've met these syndicalist before. They rather spit on their mothers grave rather than work with Russia, much less the English Crown." The woman known as Director Baker replies as she lights a cigarette. After taking a drag she remarks, "Odds are we are looking at three countries planning overstepping each other."
"Hmm, well least that saves us the trouble of deploying forces on two fronts." A high-ranking general remark as he looks over at Director Baker. "Now, why did the Russians, Australians, and the British want them?"
"Hmm, well my little oiseaux, are still flying but from what I can understand. The British want a ticket back on the world stage. The Australians are terrified that the Japanese will attack, and the Russians. Must I say more other than there Russians." Director Baker remarks gaining a slight chuckle.
"Heh, fair but still, doesn't explain why?" General Patch said as he leans back in his seat.
"If you'd like my personal guess Général. They have been invaded twice by Germany. With Japan making ploys, the English trying to rebuild their little Entente. They see this as a chance to push themselves on to the world stage." Director Baker said, giving her best educated guess.
"Hmm, Director Baker, I want you to send a few spy's to Moscow. I want to know damn well that we don't have to fear Russian aggression. Specially with the Entente breathing down our necks." President Nixon ordered.
"Already ahead of you Mr. President. They should be arriving in Russia in a few hours." Director Baker.
"Hmm, now what about the missing V.I.P's. Has anyone have eyes on them?" Nixon asked.
"Unfortunately, not. They disappeared into the wilderness of Colorado. However, Agent Connors along with an assistant from the Japanese guard. One Hansuke Kin. Apparently, he's a longtime friend of Lieutenant Eastwood. He's the Lieutenant currently escorting the V.I.P's." One of presidential aids remarks as he fixes his glasses.
"Hmm, Agent Connors. (Sigh) And to think my morning migraines can't get any worse." President Nixon said before think for a few moments. "We cannot allow These foreign countries to get away with this espionage. Someone send word to Prime Minister Fraser. I'd wish to discuss sending aid for the invasion of the Australian island."
A general gives a nod before leaving the room to contact the New Zealand government. Nixon then turns to Director Baker. "Director Baker, get a few operatives down to Mexico. Let Miguel Valdes know we will be supporting their home rule movement. Even by military assistance."
"Oui, at once Mr. President." Director Baker said with a nod before leaving.
"Now, go find Lieutenant Eastwood. We need to get him and the V.I.P's back across the gate before any other countries get any bright ideas." The staff quickly raced to find the missing guest but before General Patch could, Nixon called out to him. "Not so fast, Patch. I still wish discuss our current problem beyond the gate."
Patch turns around and quickly sits back down. Remarking as he does. "What do you wish to know Mr. President?"
"From your reports we have received word that one King Duran is currently being treated in your care?" President Nixon inquired.
"Yes, we found him forced from the sanitarium outside of Italica. Apparently, someone tried to kill him while recovering." General Patch explains.
"Hmm, I see. Where is his current location?" President Nixon asked.
"We are allowing him to stay with us, at the Holliday Hospital. He thinks we bought his bluff that he's a farmer." General Patch remarks.
"Hmm, keep an eye on him but otherwise I see no point in revealing him. Perhaps we can ascertain a meeting with him once peace talks with the Empire is underway." President Nixon remarks.
"Very well sir, is there anything else of note you'd like to discuss?" General Pat asked.
"No, your free to go General." President Nixon said excusing him from the room.
General Patch gave a salute before walking out. As he walked down the halls of the capital building, he exits the building into the early morning light. The light blinding the scene before transitioning to a bar in San Francisco.
A month after the end to the Second American Civil war.
Inside a small bar, a young Eastwood sit's down at the counter, sipping from a Sapporo. With the end of the war saw greater trade with the Japanese. Meaning cheaper beer. Eastwood had received his Silver star a week ago for his hand in pushing the Federalist Back. However with the blood on his hand, the medal lost it's merit to him. His brother is dead. Mother died a week back. Farm or what was left of it had been sold off. He still had his pension and the means to rebuild, but not today. Today he'd like to hide at the bottom of a bottle. As he throws back another gulp, a stranger walks in.
"Howdy, what can I get for you?" The Bartender asked in an awful western accent.
"Whiskey." The Man said in a heavy accent. He then points to the shelf where a bottle of old 49 whiskey was.
"Alrighty then. Give me a moment." The Bartender replies as he get's to work on setting the man up. Curiosity came over Eastwood who looked over to see who came in. Much to his surprise, it was Kin Hansuke. It didn't take long before Kin notices Eastwood, but the two didn't say anything. They remain silent as the Bartender poured Kin's whiskey. Just as he finishes Kin throws back the shot. As the Bartender poured him another, Kin finaly speaks to Eastwood.
"Eastwood." Kin remarks.
"Hansuke." Eastwood replies.
"Watashi ga miru sugureta bīru o tanoshinde imasu." Hansuke remarks as he takes another shot of Whiskey.
"Nah, just the cheapest thing in the room." Eastwood replies as he takes another swig.
"Hmpth, Sorede anata wa nihongo o hanasu koto o manabimasu ka?" Hansuke asked as he pulls out a fistful of dollars and motion the Bartender to leave the bottle.
"Nah. Just picked up enough to make a guess at what you're saying." Eastwood remarks before taking another swig.
Hansuke rolled his eyes before grabbing the bottle and shot. Sitting next to Eastwood he continue the conversation in English.
"I heard about what happen to your mother. You have my… sincere wishes." Kin remarks as he pours himself another shot.
"Yeah… bound to happen sometime. Just glad she got to see her Johnny come marching home… least one of them." Eastwood replies as he takes a swig.
"Hmm, I am sorry for what happen to your brother as well. He fought honorable… for a Yank." Kin replies gaining a small drunken snort from Eastwood.
"Heh, sure… and sorry for your brother as well. He gave those Canuck's hell… for a Jap." Eastwood states earning a small smirk from the usually stoic Hansuke. The two remain quiet for a few minutes, containing to drain the bar till finally Eastwood spoke up.
"So… your returning home?" Eastwood asked.
"Hai, The Emperor commands us to fight the puppet dragon of the south. Thus I shall head his command." Kin replies as he takes another swig from his shot glass.
"Hmm… When you ship out?" Eastwood asked as he takes another swig.
"Tonight. Figure I take in one last drink before heading to the port." Kin remarks as he takes a swig of whiskey. "Truth be told… I hate whiskey. Never liked it."
"Then why you ordered it as your last?" Eastwood asked.
"… This was Ittōhei favorite." Kin remarks gaining an understanding nod from Eastwood.
After a few moments, Eastwood decide to reach over the counter. Grabbing a shot glass before placing it beside Kin. He then remarks, "Don't suppose you'd allow me to help with that bottle? Ittōhei was my friend."
Kin remain silent. Not showing anything beyond a stoic glare. After a few moments, he pours himself and Eastwood a shot before passing it. Eastwood gives a nod before he and Kin raised there glasses. Eastwood then remarks, "This… this is to the brothers whom we lost."
"Watashitachi ga ushinatta kyōdai-tachi ni." Kin repeats in Japanese. As the two take the shot, the view pulls back to a small poster hanging in the background. On it was an ice top mountain, depicting a beautiful scenic valley far below. As the view pulls in, the scene transitions to a lone winding road near the border of California and Nevada.
Somewhere near Lake Tahoe, Sierra Nevada.
The view changes to a lone car driving along the winding roads in the Nevada snow topped wilderness. Inside we see our familiar cast inside. The countess, her maids, Princess Pina and her knight sir Grey sleeping in the back of the car. Rory, Tuka, and Lelei in the middle section, alongside O'Hara. Who kept a watchful eye on the surroundings. Driving was Hathale with Eastwood directing him along the curving road. After a few moments, Lelei eyes open to see that she was still in the car. Music poured in from the car's radio, something about being born under a wandering star. As she stretches, Eastwood noticed her in the rear-view window.
"Morning. Just so you know, were almost there." Eastwood remarks as he pulls out a cigarette.
"Hmm, and where are we going?" Rory asked as she slowly stirs from her sleep.
"We need to get back to Sacramento. Problem is we are flying blind so we need to find a safe place to hold up for a bit." Eastwood explains as he lights up the cigarette. After he takes a drag, he rolled down his window allowing for he smoke to leave his lungs into the crisp mountain air. He then continued. "I know one place between here and Sacramento that very few people know about."
"So we are heading to it. Is it by chance close to this Lake Tahoo?" Lelei asked as she sees a sign nearby.
"Lake Tahoe. But yeah. Seems so." O'Hara spoke as she takes a moment to marvel at the beautiful lake.
"Oh, and what of interest is out in these mountains?" Rory asked as she looked around the scenic view.
"Casa." Eastwood replies gaining an odd look from the two.
Hathale continued to drive along with little distraction from the guest who all begin to slowly stir from there slumber. After an additional fifteen minutes of driving, they came upon a house settled on the hill overlooking the lake. It was a simple oak brown two story farmstead with a recently added porch. Beside it a yard or so was a wide red barn with horses and a cow roaming about. The eleven exited the car and made their way over to the home when Pina spoke up.
"Sir Eastwood, do you mind telling me why we have stopped at this commoners home? Granted the owner seems wealthy but wouldn't it be wise not to get the civilians of your land in trouble?" Pina asked.
"For your information, princess. This is my home. We ain't asking for anyone to risk their necks unwillingly." Eastwood explains as he discards his cigarette.
"Hmm I … wait, you're a lowborn?" Pina asked with wide eyes.
"By lowborn you mean no linage to royalty or nobility? Yes." Eastwood said with a hint of pride in his tone.
"Oh, you were not aware. Eastwood comes from a family of farmers. His only warrior ancestor died at some place called the Alamo." Myui explains causing Pina's mouth to widen in shock.
"Hmm, how humorous how a farmer can effectively outmaneuver a train Saderian Centurion." Rory quipped with a smug smirk at Pina's expression. All this time she believed Eastwood to be from a low nobility house, or at least a military family. But a FARMER! Her pride and the empires can only brute so much humiliation before it breaks them.
It took the aid of Sir Grey to get her moving. Meanwhile the rest of the group were moving towards the house. As they slowly approach the front door, Lelei asked something. "You mentioned you were married. Is your wife home?"
Hearing that caught everyone's attention. What was Eastwood's wife like? What did she look like? Was she beautiful or hideous? After a few moments Eastwood finally answers Lelei question. "Probably. She said so in her letters."
"What's she like Sir Eastwood?" Myui asked with interest.
"Well, she's beautiful. Doesn't have that good of a sense of humor but then again neither do I." Eastwood remarks before turning back to the door. "She is overly friendly, wouldn't hurt a fly."
Just as he says that, the door burst open and gun shot's rang out. Sending everyone to the ground in a mass panic as bullets hit the ground, inches away from them. A few quickly took cover behind nearby trees and rocks, while the maids used themselves as cover for their lady. After a few moments a harsh voice called out to them.
"I've told you all once and I'll tell you Coños del IRS! I'm not paying your imperialistic taxes!" An accented voice called out from the door.
"Whoa, Mi amada its me. Your husband!" Eastwood shouts out from behind the rock.
"Alfred?" The woman asked as she lowered her rifle. With that, everyone got a good look at the crazed gun toting woman. A Mexican lass with an eye patch covering her left eye. Her only eye being an emerald greed shade. She slowly walked over to Eastwood before reaching out to him.
"De verdad eres tú?" She asked in Spanish with a hesitated hand hovering by his cheek.
"Yeah, it's me honey." Eastwood said as he was about to grab it. Suddenly she pulled back her hand and delivered a hard right hook.
"You Estúpida vieja imperialismo americana obstinada! You haven't written in a week, suddenly you showed up on our doorsteps with guest!? I'd should have gutted you back in El Paso you Hijo de puta!"
"Ugh, sorry. Guess I should have made a call, psychopathic Syndicalist hag." Eastwood said as he felt blood leaking from his lip. Suddenly his wife grabbed him by his shirt collar before being pulled up to her. There she plants a kiss on his lips.
She then pulls back before sternly saying, "I'd love you mi querido esposo. But call me old and I'll shove that dumb revolver of your where the sun don't shine. Compronda?"
"Heh, Sure honey. Least you prove my brothers saying about women." Eastwood said with a smug smile.
"Hay dos teorías sobre discutir con mujeres y ninguna funciona?" the woman asked with a raised brow.
"That's the one honey." Eastwood said with cheeky smile. The two then went back to kissing. As this all went down, the group were at a loss for words. After a few moments Myui spoke up.
"Um, Sir Eastwood. I didn't know you were married to a dark elf." Myui remarks.
"She's not an elf. She's a Mexican." O'Hara corrected.
"Oh… what's the difference?" Delilah asked while still in her defensive position.
"One has a mean temper, wants to be left alone, and can pick you off from a mile away unseen. The other exist solely on your side of the gate." Eastwood summarized dryly as his wife helps him to his feet. After he did he then introduced the group. "Ladies and gentlemen, I'd like to introduce my wife. Patricia."
"I'd say it's a pleasure but I doubt many of you speak English." The woman known as Patricia said with a smile.
"Oh don't worry Mrs. Eastwood. Me, and Lelei here speak fluent American." Rory said with a smug smile.
"English." Lelei corrected before remarking. "It is very nice to meet you."
"It's a pleasure to meet you, Lelei was it?" Patricia said with her hand out to shake hers. Her eyes carefully looked about the group and found that majority of them were female. She then turned to her husband and hushed, "Mi querido esposo… why are there strange women standing on my front yard… your not being… unfaithful now are you?"
"It's probably better that I explain inside." Eastwood replies with a nervous smile as a cold sweat ran down his back.
She gave a nod before cheerfully, but cautiously invite the group inside the house. From there the group enjoyed a simple but delusions trey of sandwiches, hot coffee, and a few lengthy answers. Patricia wasn't ecstatic to hear about the K.A.S this far into America. But secretly she prayed that they make the mistake of tracking them to her homestead. She has a few 7.92 Mauser rounds with their names on it. She had heard about these visitors over the radio, but didn't imagine that there were two extras. Much less one of them being the leader of the Empire. This didn't help with Pina's snobbish tone. However she admittedly found Myui's questions to be adorable if bit annoying.
"Mrs. Eastwood, is it true that Mexicans fights all start off with an unbreakable victory?" Myui asked with excitement in her eye. Rory translates what she said, not because Lelei wasn't needed. Rather Rory was interested in this, Mexican Standoff as well.
"Heh, well no. That's what American films would have you believe… it's actually if anything, Waterdown compared to actual fights." Patricia said, causing both Rory and Myui's eyes to practical sparkle with excitement.
As Patricia gave an embellished version, Eastwood watches on with a faint smile. Seeing Myui and Rory acting like kids, gave a mix feeling for the old veteran. He couldn't help but picture this being his child when he or she comes into the world. Asking on and on about their lives in their youth, growing up not knowing the horrors of war. It overfilled Eastwood with a sense of joy… and terror. As he sips his coffee, Sir grey walked up to him before leaning against the wall. He then spoke to Eastwood.
"So you're the son of a Farmer?" Grey asked musingly as he sips from his mug.
"And his Father, and Fathers father after. Why, you one as well?" Eastwood asked.
"Hmm, no. Have fought under some soldiers who were. Most were terrible soldiers, but the few who lived long proved to be some of the best. Have to say, out of all of them you are a diamond among gems." Sir Grey answers as he takes a sip from his mug.
"Yeah, well. Farm life makes one tough." Eastwood remarked as he takes a sip from his mug.
"As an observer and commander, I can agree." Grey said silently. The two went back to being silent as they watch the two children gasping and ooohhhhing in awe by Patricia's story during the Mexican British War. As she get's to the part where she lost an eye killing a man with splinter, Grey questions Eastwood. "So, when this war is over. You'll return here and spend your days farming?"
"Essentially." Eastwood remarks. "We just got a batch of Fuji Apples from Fukisaki."
"Hmm, and your child? Should he be a son?" Grey asked.
"Boy, girl. Don't care for which but I hope who ever my child grows up to be. I'd pray to god that he or she won't turn out like me or my beloved. War is hell sir Grey. And the reason we fought it was so our kids don't have to know it's horror, or suffer the oppression of living under the jackboot of tyranny." Eastwood answers gaining a nod from Sir Grey.
"Hmm, if only the empire has your mentality. I'd have more friends to share a drink at this tavern near the barracks." Sir Grey said to which Eastwood replies with a nod. After a few moments, Patricia came over to Eastwood and Grey with the two ankle biters by her leg.
"Beloved, while I'm glad you're here. Mind getting these two chicas para dejar de ladrar. I got enough work to attend to, as well as feeding the unexpected guests." Patricia said with some annoyance in her tone from the two nagging on and on about her.
"Heh, trust me Mi amada. They have been nagging my ears off since we arrived." Eastwood said with a chuckle before turning to the two. "Hey now. As much as she would love to answer your questions, we have a few house hold chores to do."
"AHHHHH, but I want to hear more about Soldaderas." Myui pouted.
"I agree Eastwood. It's been to long since I've been this entertained." Rory also pouted.
Eastwood was actually about to tell them to stop when an idea came to mind. "Hmm tell you what. Help us around the house, and I'm sure my wife would tell you more about her days in the Mexican army."
Their eyes went wide before quickly turning to Patricia. Rory then remarks, "Fine, but nothing to do with latrines."
"Heh not likely." Eastwood said before turning to Hathale.
"Tell the rest to help with house hold chores. Least we can do while here." Eastwood ordered. Hathale gave a nod before translating what Eastwood said. As he does, Eastwood approach his wife with the idea.
"So I'd ask them to hold off the questions till after dinner. In the meantime, they will help with any chores around the house." Eastwood explained.
"Oh Alfred. If I need help, I'd pull you from the Guerra por ahí. Sides I doubt anyone of these pie tierno could last a day on the farm." Patricia remarks as she crossed her arms. However before Eastwood could persist, Pina spoke up.
"What in all 12 gods do you take me for!? A scullery maid?! I refuse to work such tedious matters. Leave it to farmer, or the maids. I am a princess of the empire, I don't do chores." Pina complains. Suddenly a kitchen knife was tossed at her head, missing by an inch as it implants itself in the wall. The room went silent as all eyes turned on Patricia. A terrifying aura surrounded the woman as she gave a thousand-yard death stare. Her eye filled with ravenous death and annoyance as she looked on at the princess. Patricia didn't understand a word Pina said, but she recognized the tone to give an educated guess, and one thing she would not tolerate in this house, was this snobbish behavior. As she stares her down, Sir Grey had to quickly pull Pina to safety as Eastwood tries to calm her down.
"Princess, I think for the safety of the empire, and everyone present. A few house hold chores may be the difference between life and death." Sir Grey whispers. Pina could only nod as that death stare left her muted in pure fear.
Eastwood managed to get his wife out of the room before turning to his second in command. "Um, Hathale, why don't you get Pina, Grey, and Rory outside to work on hoarse. Before she guts us all."
With a nod Hathale grabs the three and head towards the barn. After a few intense moments, Lelei heads into the other room with Tuka, Myui, and her maids. As they got to work doing a few household chores, the radio begin to play it's next song as a montage begins.
For added effect's play Rawhide (Preferably the Blues Brothers version)
Rollin' rollin' rollin'
Rollin' rollin' rollin'
Rollin' rollin' rollin'
Rollin' rollin' rollin'
Rawhide
Outside, Pina and Grey struggled to carry a bag filled with oats to the barn. As Pina struggled to drag the bag, Eastwood and Rory pass by the two. With bags over there shoulder. Just as they pass by the two, Pina slips and falls face first into the mud.
Keep rollin', rollin', rollin'
Though the streams are swollen
Keep them dogies rollin', rawhide
Through rain and wind and weather
Hell bent for leather
Wishin' my gal was by my side
All the things I'm missin'
Good vittles, love and kissin'
Are waiting at the end of my ride
Inside the house, Myui and her maids helped Patricia sew a few quilts. As they sewed, Pina walks on in tracking mud through the house. Seeing the mud, a twitch from Patricia scalp was the only second Pina got before she was chased out of the house with a chancla.
Move 'em on, head 'em up
Head 'em up, move 'em on
Move 'em on, head 'em up, rawhide
Cut 'em out, ride 'em in
Ride 'em in, cut 'em out
Cut 'em out, ride 'em in, rawhide
Back out on the farmstead, Eastwood with the help of Grey and Hathale. As the three struggled to get the stallion to calm down, another horse races by with Pina's leg strapped to the reigns. The three quickly looked at each other before racing after her.
Keep movin', movin', movin'
Though they're disapprovin'
Keep them dogies movin', rawhide
Don't try to understand 'em
Just rope 'em, throw, and brand 'em
Soon we'll be livin' high and wide
My heart's calculatin'
My true love will be waitin'
Be waitin' at the end of my ride
Inside, Patricia and Lelei were attending to Pina's injury with ice packs and magic. As they attend to her, Myui Delilah, Persia, and Tuka were working on Dinner. As they tried to follow the instructions the Patricia had written, Myui accidently tripped on some mud that Pina had tracked in. While Rory managed to catch her, she dropped a knife, which implanted itself into Pina's foot.
Move 'em on, head 'em up
Head 'em up, move 'em on
Move 'em on, head 'em up, rawhide
Cut 'em out, ride 'em in
Ride 'em in, cut 'em out
Cut 'em out, ride 'em in, rawhide
Rollin' rollin' rollin'
Rollin' rollin' rollin'
Rollin' rollin' rollin'
Rollin' rollin' rollin'
Rawhide
Rawhide
As the song slowly come to an end, the scene set inside the kitchen just briefly after sun down. The group were seated at the table, Patricia with the help of the maids had prepped Lomo saltado, Mole Verde, and Jicama citrus salad for the table. Those who worked hard found the meal not only filling but absolutely delicious.
"Hmmm, oh by the gods. This is possible the most delicious boar meat I ever had." Sir Grey remarks as he digs in.
"Hmm I'm not sure. The Salad is something I'd wish for more of." Delilah remarks as she nibbles on the salad.
"Perhaps, but with how I spent the better part of the day… this meal doesn't seem worth the 'Chores'." Pina remarks sarcastically as she struggles to eat without grunting in pain.
"Well next time. Leave the royal curtesy outside. My wife hates nobility and the crown more then me." Eastwood remarks as he points to the same eye that his wife has a patch over.
"Oh that reminds me." Rory remarks as she snaps her fingers. She then turned to Patricia before asking in English. "How did you lose your eye?"
This caused the table to go silent as Patricia looked at Rory with an annoyed glance. "You know, it's rude to ask such a personal question, Pequeña molestia."
"Perhaps, but I've seen the scars on your husband. I wonder how many you have on you?" Rory remarks causing the entire 3rd Recon team members in the room to nearly choke on their drinks.
"Que." Patricia asked with a demonic aura overcoming her. "You've seen my maridos scars?"
"(Sigh) Sadly, it took me a long time to do it. He refused all my advances which is hurtful Sir Eastwood." Rory remarks as she turns to Eastwood who was giving signals for her to stop. "Surly a man needs to warm himself in his bed. Regardless I did managed to sneak a few peaks while he was washing… *Civilware clinking… up."
Mid-sentence, Patricia had tossed a fork at Rory. Sadly, for her Rory caught in mere inches from her eye. She gave a small smirk as she lowered the fork from her face. "Oh please youngling. I know the importance of marriage bound. I just wanted to see your reac…BANG!"
Before Rory could finish, a gun shot ranged out. It came as a surprise from the group. Nobody had drawn there weapons. It took them a few short moments before anyone could realize the gun shot came from outside. In a fit of panic O'Hara shouts for the group to hit the deck before a barrage of gun fire broke through the wall. Multiple shot's broke through the front house wall's and windows. Tearing apart everything. In the midst of the gun fire Nathan had tossed the table on it's side as everyone hid under it. As bullets flew, a few ripped into Rory, one unlucky round got Pina in the shoulder. Pina let's out an anguish scream as she holds her shoulder in pain. She had never been stabbed let alone shot before, but the pain of from her arm was more than enough to holder down the ground. Sir Grey tried to shield her, but the table soaked up most of the damage. The three soldiers waited for a bit till the gun fire ceased. As they do, Eastwood quickly pulls his Sequia at the ready.
"Sir! What's the play! Our guns are in the car!" Hathale asked as he holds Persia protectively, While she and Delilah held Myui protectively.
Before Eastwood could answered, Patricia quickly pushed the group aside and reached for a secret latch. Opening it up there were a number of left-over firearms from the Second American Civil war and the Mexican Canadian War. Quickly pulling out an old Erma EMP-35 she tossed it to Hathale before remarking.
"You have guns, now what Niño soldado!" Patricia asked as she pulls out a Winchester and Bandoleer.
"We put heavy fire on them. Keep them occupied till we find a break in their attacks." Eastwood replies as he pulls out a dusty Federalist Johnson M1941. Quickly loading it, Tuka notices at the bottom of the weapons stash was a native bow along with a selective set of arrows. As she qickly set's herself up, O'Hara grabbed a sawed of coach gun from the vault.
"Alright, and the V.I.P's?" O'Hara asked as she loads two slugs.
"We'll see if we can buy some time. But looks like we will be making our stand here." Eastwood said as he pulls an M18 smoke bomb from the weapon storage. He then turned to the V.I.P's before remarking, "Hide in the understairs closet. Once we get a clean shot you must make a break for the horses in the Barn."
"Eastwood, We can fight…" before Pina could finish, a grenade lands before them. Acting quickly, Hathan pushes Rory's body on top of it before the explosion rips her small body apart.
"DO IT NOW!" Tuka commands as she quickly shoots a strange looking arrow outside. It made a rather big boom, and the sound of screams gave her heighten elven senses a hint that she hit her target.
"You heard the Elf, you and the countess safety are of the up most importance." Sir Grey said in agreement as he quickly got the girls to safety.
The rest, including Tuko moved to various covers before Eastwood tosses out the smoke grenade for cover. After a few moments they returned fire. Outside, the K.A.S had tracked them down, when approaching the house they were suddenly attacked by 3rd Recon. Two were killed in the hale of gun shots while another was blow apart by an explosive arrow. As third Recon' tried to distract, the K.A.S operatives, they tried to circle around the house. Before they could, a serries of sniper fire went off killing a few more soldiers.
"Vete a la mierda, bastardos! ¡Te llevaste mi país, maldita sea si crees que puedes llevarte mi casa!" Patricia shouts angry from the living room. As she reloads her Winchester, a few bullets punctured through the wall above her head. Despite being close to her head, she still calmy reloads her rifle till Tuka shoots an arrow outside. Causing an explosion followed by a Wilhelm like scream. "Gracias, pequeño elfo."
"Um Thank… U." Tuka struggled to say in English. Patricia responds with a nod before returning fire.
Outside, standing by the tree lines with his arms behind his back, the Butcher himself, Sir Walker watches on with an unimpressed glair. After a few moments he pulls out a pipe before preparing. As he does, one of the soldiers came back to him.
"Sir, there hold in like a tick on a dogs ass." One of the K.A.S soldier remark.
"Hmm, good. Didn't want this to be boring." Walker remarks as he strikes a match up. While taking a drag from his pipe, a shot went off, hitting the soldier in front of Walker. He wasn't phased by the blood that covered his face. Rather he continued to take multiple drags from his pipe. He then let exhaled before remarking, "Now, where were we, Eastwood."
He then calmly moved towards the house, meanwhile from one of the windows, Patricia had spotted the butcher. Anger nearly overtook her as she carefully aimed her rifle at his head. She takes a deep breath before muttering, "Este es para mi país." However before she could shoot. A sudden agonizing pain came over her and she collapses to the ground.
"Shit, no, no, no, no, no, no… not now. Oh god why now." Patricia remarks in agony as she held her belly. Meanwhile Tuka had return with more of those exploding arrow tips when she saw Patricia on the ground in agony.
"Oh by the gods." Tuka remarks before quickly racing over to Patricia. She could see that she wasn't injured, but clearly in a lot of pain. Having no idea what to do, Tuka called out in panic. "EASTWOOD! EASTWOOD! COME QUICK, IT'S YOUR WIFE!"
Over in the kitchen, Eastwood has finished reloading when he heard Tuka calling out to him. Acting quickly he raced on over, under heavy gun fire. Inside the living room he found Tuka by Patricia's side.
"Ohhh shit! Patricia, are you hit!" Eastwood asked in a panic as he made his way to his wife side.
"Ughhh, no…" She replies as she looked down. Liquid was leaking from her skirt as she held her belly in extreme agony. It took Eastwood all of two seconds before he realizes what is happening. "I'm afraid it's much worse, Mi amado."
"Oh, SHIT, OH SHIT! Here, NOW! Oh god in heaven why NOW!" Eastwood cursed as the bullets flew over him.
"Eastwood, what happen to her?" Tuka asked unsure what Eastwood is panicking about.
"She's going into labor. Shit, help me with her." Eastwood remarks as he grabs his wife's left arm. Tuka gives a nod before assisting him in carrying her to safety under a hale of gun fire. The two got her to the small cupboard under the stairs. There the rest saw Eastwood and Tuka carrying Patricia inside.
"Oh gods, is she alright Sir Eastwood?" Myui asked as she quickly helps her inside. However it took Persia a few seconds to realize what had happen.
"She's going into labor. Gods of all times now!?" Persia remarks as her nose quickly caught the scent.
"Do the gods surely jest now?" Pina remarks as she moves aside for Patricia.
"Look, I know the timing is terrible, but please I need you to help her." Eastwood remarks as he set's her down. Course Pina interjects.
"You must be kidding? If you think my ability for menial chores is mediocre, my knowledge being a wet nurse is even worst." Pina complains, before Eastwood could snap at her, Delilah steps in.
"Don't worry. We know what we're doing." Delilah remarks as she and Persia quickly get Patricia into birthing position.
"We assisted the lady in giving birth to Myui here. We know what we are doing." Persia stated. Eastwood was about to question if they truly know what they are doing, but Myui of all people stepped in.
"Go, I swear your child is in good hands. Trust in us Sir Eastwood." Myui said as she quickly grab a few spare blankets from the shelf to act as comforters for Patricia.
It took Eastwood a few moments before giving a nod. Quickly giving a trustworthy nod he raced back to the kitchen where his two soldiers were barley holding off the K.A.S. Just as he reenters the kitchen, an explosion goes off, destroying half of the kitchen. The explosion sent the group flying back, but for the most part left uninjured excusing from medium slinter shrapnel and loss of hearing. The K.A.S Operatives slowly made there way in as the three scramble behind cover.
As they got closer, the three were prepared to make one last stand. Just then a smoke grenade came crashing through the window. Screams can be heard as something moved about the kitchen, cutting down the five K.A.S Soldiers within seconds. Quickly turning the corner of his cover Eastwood points his Sequoia revolver at the stranger, only to find a katana blade pointing mere inches from his face. The two stared for a few seconds before Eastwood ask the gas mask stranger.
"The hell you doing here Kin?" Eastwood asked as he uncocks his revolver.
"Tracking." Kin replies as he removes the gas mask that he borrowed.
He then returned to cover as from a distance sniper fire rain down on the few remaining soldiers. Agent Conner fired from his car. He had pulled out an experimental rifle by ArmaLite that was in product to replace the M2 Garand. He hummed a country tune as he picked off a few at a time. Down below in the ruined farmstead, Eastwood, Kin, and the rest of his team managed to push the K.A.S forces into a retreat. It didn't take long before they had them on the run when Eastwood and his men could take a breather.
"(Huff, Huff) Oh god… for a (Huff, Huff) moment there I thought (Huff, Huff) they had us." O'Hara remarks as she falls to her knees in exhaustion.
"Thanks for the assistance." Eastwood remarks as Conner came down the hill.
"No problem, Lieutenant." Conner replies as Kin returns the gas mask. "I trust that you kept all V.I.P's alive and well."
Eastwood remains silent for a few moments. He was about to inform Connor about Rory's untimely demise when something raced out of the house and nearly trampled over the group. As they collectively pull themselves to there feet, Eastwood only managed to catch a glimpse, it being Rory of all people. Dumbfounded, Eastwood remarks silently, "What, in god's green earth?"
Meanwhile with the surviving K.A.S Agents, they were force to abort the mission. Several casualties, multiple injured, and now the targets are onto them. Walker was most upset about the outcome, however he didn't show it.
"Sargent Willems, how many did we lose?" Walker asked as he takes a drag from his pipe.
"13… we're all that is left sir." A young man remarks as he points to the seven that remain.
Suddenly one of the soldiers heads came flying off. As the remaining six suddenly begin to panic, the body fell down to reveal Rory Mercury standing behind him. Her clothes were ripped to shreds from the numerous gun shots frag grenade that ripped her apart. It took her a bit to pull herself together, but once she did, she was upset to find that the battle was over. Yet she smelled blood from the injured and like a shark she went after her prey.
"Tsk, Tsk, Tsk. You know, you really shouldn't have done that." Rory said in English with a sinister smile as she twist her Halberd about. "I can forgive you from striking an apostle of Emory. I can forgive Eastwood for using me as a human shield. But that mean you soldiers so rudely interrupted is something I can't."
She then stops twirling her weapon before getting into a defensive stance. "I'd suggest making peace with your god. Because your about to be a sacrifice to mine."
As her lips turn purple and blood crazed eyes narrowed on the group. The youngest soldier panicked. Screaming out to open fire upon her. As the K.A.S unload all their bullets at Rory, to which she moved with lightning speeds. Rory quickly cuts down the soldiers with ease. Despite being riddled with bullets Rory cut the soldiers into tiny pieces. The last man standing was Walker, who despite his age and injuries, managed to avoid Rory's blows. Sadly, Rory's relentless energy outplayed Walkers skills. She landed a hard right slash with her halberd, sending Walker flying into a tree nearby.
"Ugh, (Cough, Cough) Blimey you're a real beast ain't ya." Walker remarks as he holds a hand over his wound chest.
"I didn't earn the nickname, Rory the Reaper, for nothing. Walker was it." Rory asked with a crooked head and a blood crazed smirk.
"Ah, so Eastwood told you about me. Hmm, what was I, the Butcher of the Colloredo?" Walker asked as he notices one of his cleaved soldiers nearby.
"That and a few more titles. Have to say, seeing the burns upon your face I had hoped for a better challenge. But atlas, time takes it's toll on us all… well mostly on you it seems." Rory said mockingly as she prepared for the strike.
"Tsk, carful lass. You sound as cocky as a damn Yank." Walker spat as he secretly grabs something off the corpse of his comrade.
With that, Rory races towards him, Halberd in hand ready to decapitate Walker. Moments before she did, Walker toss at her a claymore mine. Pin in middle finger as it detonates and all went black. An unknown amount of time passes by when Rory's eyes widen. Looking around she finds that her body was still being put back together. As painful as it was, she was use to being torn apart. Wondering if Walker had tried to kill himself, she was annoyed to see a blood trail leading off into the woods.
"Shit. He's stubborn for an old man." Rory said as she feels her gut's return inside her body. She then slowly stands as Eastwood, Kin, and Connor quickly race over to her. She notices them and quickly waves, "Oh, hello again. You just missed the old man Eastwood."
"Um… that fine… Question… how in Sam hell are you still alive!?" Eastwood asked trying to wrap the fact that she's still alive and by the looks of it, took a mine to the face.
"Kanojo wa akiraka ni akumadesu." Kin remarks as he kicks a body on the ground.
"I told you Eastwood, being an apostle has many benefits along with extended age." Rory surmises as Agent Connor hands the naked Rory his coat.
"Hmm, and to think it was superstitious locals." Connor laments as Rory covers herself. "Glad that you were friendly with our soldiers in the field."
"Yes, you are indeed lucky. With the exception of those explosives you would be as helpless as a newborn child." Rory said with a smirk. Just then Eastwood realize something.
"Oh, shit. Patricia!" Eastwood shouts as he quickly races back to his destroyed house with the three left in confusion.
Eastwood moved as fast as he could back to the ruins of his house. He made his way back to the small broom closet under the stairs. All his fears came flooding to the front of his mind as he hears nothing. After a few moments of hesitation, he opens the door to see the group had gathered around Patricia. In her hands was a small bundle.
"Mi amado… it's a boy. A beautiful baby boy." Patricia said as she shows Eastwood the child. Eastwood couldn't help but cry a single tear seeing his child breathing silently.
Despite the hale of gun fire, explosions, and constant screams of agony, Patricia with the help of Persia, Delilah, and Myui as well as Sir Grey's poor hand managed to give birth to a young child. He came out quiet at first before a few minutes of crying. Eventually he calmed down and went to sleep in her arms. They were all in awe at the child. Even Pina who held Eastwood in much distain had to admit the child he helped make was beyond adorable.
"Can I… I hold him darling?" Eastwood asked as he held out his hands. Before Patricia could answer Rory popped up behind him and ruin the moment.
"Hold who… (AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!) …is that a baby?" Rory asked as Patricia, O'Hara, and Hathale screams in panic, nearly waking the baby.
"Cómo demonios sigues viva, engendro de demonios!" Patricia screams out in a panic.
"What?" Rory asked in English having no understanding what she said.
"How the fuck you not dead!" O'Hara simplified.
"Apparently she has a regenerative immortality contrary to the age nullification theory Private O'Hara." Agent Connor answers as he walks over with Kin before noticing the baby. "Also, who's baby is that?"
It didn't take long for Kin to realize who's the father. He awkwardly pat's Eastwood's shoulder giving him a congratulatory look. However, under the circumstances this was not the ideal place to give birth to a child. As the moment passes, a few memories of what had happen earlier came back to Patricia.
"Wait… so this chica muy molesta, can recover from any injury?" Patricia asked.
"I just saw her recover from a frag to the face. At this point I'm certain a nuke would slow her down for a week." Agent Connor remarks as he pulls out a Cuban and hands it to Eastwood.
"Oh… well in that case, Mi amado, would you kindly hold our child for me?" Patricia asked. Confused Eastwood gets down on his knees and holds the baby in hand. The moment he took his child, Patricia grabs Eastwoods revolver and shot Rory in the neck, spraying her jugular. Surprising everyone while causing the baby to cry.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa! What the hell woman!" Agent Connor shouts as he was about to approach her when Kin get's in the way. He shakes his head as Patricia proceeds to approach Rory with an aggressive Aura surrounding her.
"Normally I'd give you the chancla, but seeing that your immortal I think I need to take drastic measures to make sure you don't continue to be a Pervertido peeping tom hijo de puta!" Patricia remarks in an aggressive tone as she flips the gun around. Rory had very little time before Patricia pounces on her, but in those few moments Rory felt something she hadn't in a long time. Fear.
The group watches on in horror as this recently made Mexican mother proceed to beat the fear of god into Rory the reaper. Truly a sight to behold. Only person not watching was Eastwood, who was trying to calm his crying son. He hushed him a few times while rocking him back and fourth before remarking in a hush tone.
"It's alright. Momma's… well, as you uncle once putt it. There's two theory's to arguing with women… and neither of them work." Eastwood said with a small smile as screams from Rory can be overheard Eastwoods son's cries.
Hello everybody Wombag1786 here… Ahh, this was a fun chapter to write. Sadly it took to goddamn long. I'm sorry for the wait, its hard for me write this time of year. In the summers, I get this mental block I refer to as the Summer Slump. Something about this time causes me to lose interest in writing even with very few distractions. (Must be the heat?) So I do apologies for any inconvenience but it took me 3 days to write this damn sentence… and three months to write the rest of this chapter.
So, to recap, along with a bit of politics, and the reveal of an alternate history spy. (Guess who?) we get to see the origins of Eastwood and Kin's friendship, Eastwoods scary Mexican wife and learn Eastwoods first name (How many of y'all can guess where I got the name Alfred from. Hint, he's a hero.) a bit of Pina trying her hand at farm life, Rory getting shot… a lot. Concluding in a tense gun fight that ended with Eastwoods Son being born. Ahh… shame Rory ruined the moment... before pissing off Mama bear. Regardless this was fun to write but so difficult at the same time.
Now onto comments and questions.
From Amon34: Glad you liked the chapter. Hopefully you'll love this one.
Thanks for writing Amon34.
From wwgaming: Angry *Pregnant* Mexican Wife… which isn't any better… actually probably should get the body armor before returning home my friend.
Thanks for writing wwgaming.
From Perseus12: They did. Just that some of the commie bastards escape to Australia. As for why the Russians tried to nab the V.I.P's? Well, there reasons are more for financial gains rather then world political power. And no, none of them were helping the Australian Union. (It was one of those three-way conflicts.)
Probably, but it's hard to imagine short stack doing that… then again, I did wrote a few story's where the cute one ends up being the most terrifying in the group.
Oh I do have that plan. (Taking inspiration from DrkKnights12's story, the kingdom of Falmart will form the UFK as a form of an alliance.)
Thanks for writing Perseus12.
From RoySuperior: Probably when those 7.92×57mm Mauser rounds fall out of her brain… and her ass… and anywhere Eastwoods Wife took pot shots at.
I think it's Rory who's going to need your prayer my friend.
Thanks for writing RoySuperior.
From Crimson Weresloth: He forgot to write.
Thanks for writing Crimson Weresloth.
From MaranderPrime12: Word from the wise my friend.
Thanks.
Thanks for writing MaranderPrime12.
From Jctherebel: Nope, just the summer slump. Don't worry, I'll give you a stratifying story with an epilogue to boot.
Thanks for writing Jctherebel.
From Endragora: And your patience has been rewarded… I hope.
Anyways, can't wait to get back to school, so I can actually start producing these chapters. But in the meantime, I have some exciting news. Recently a buddy and fellow writer of mine had created a Discord channel. (The 963rd Crimson Guard.) So if you want to talk about this story, or get a quicker response, then you can find me there. Or you can send a friend request to my Discord account. I posted it on my page but its Wombag1786!#4283.
Thanks for reading and again, sorry for the wait. Please Fav and Fol the story, this is Wombag1786 signing off.