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"Losers' False Respite"

September 23 1935 EC

Prisoner Selvaria Bles

Schwartzgrad, Reichzemiya, East Europan Imperial Alliance

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Peace and War, War and Peace.

If there was something that her solitary confinement had allowed Selvaria to understand was that not everything Maximillian had told her was a lie. In truth, all those things he delivered more as a vocal thought on what he believed of the Empire was proving to be correct.

A war of this grand magnitude, regardless of how quickly saw its completion compared to what many historians had expected, was going to lead to the downfall of a barely-cohesive system that relied on an active military force to keep potential rebellions at bay. The implementation of rationing, the large mobilization and the ultimately 'less than ideal' peace offer despite the inhuman effort put forth by soldiers and officers alike.

The war was over, revolts were happening and... the army was ill-prepared with its mindset to tackle this issue. Everyone wanted to go home after the 'good service' they gave. But to the nobles this was not the end of it. And it was this dissonance of expectations that eventually led to a very amusing series of delays over her trial. She was forced to write a 'confession' to confirm Maximillian's end. While her process was delayed on two major points- 1) She had value that could be harnessed by what some of the aristocracy thought of knowing about Valkyrie, 2) the situation was tense in the capital.

While the Imperial Guard was acting to intensely suppress interest of the population for a rebellion against the government, the hunger and the starving tended to make people rather 'irrational'. And even with the process of peace granting glory to the Empire, no one was happy with how ruined the economic was.

War was over, and a new one, this time a civil war, took on the torch to keep the war drums going. Selvaria thought it would have been bloodshed nonethless, especially when Civilians were soon facing some of the troops that had made it back home to assist the Imperial Edict to 'Subvert anti-state terrorism'. This expectation was dashed as swiftly as the explosive shell that hit a side of the wall near her gated window. She was far enough from Shrapnel, but the impact had surprised her out of bed as she took for one corner.

The army was switching sides. Sons joining fathers, fathers joining sons, brothers reunited... against 'tyranny'. This revolt was bigger than she had expected and soon it was time to be ready for the ensuing chaos. An opportunity? For what? Selvaria had long ditched the hope of cracking those chains but... that was now up to debate- the survival of those chains in the next few hours.

The alarm was given, the guards were in a frenzy as more shells detonated all around. Prisoners were growing restless in their cells, some demanding to be sent elsewhere for safety and others goading guards to let them be free as 'the days of the empire were now due'. The last group was mostly political prisoners- dissidents that, in the worst case, had been around these cells for a decade or more.

But as Selvaria continued to contemplate on her immediate future, knowing that without Maximillian or anyone in proximity that could really matter to her she had none to fight for, her tense peace was shredded like the wall of her cell, rocks sent flying as she crouched down in a defensive position, blocking the incoming rocks and managing to sponge most with her chains but- one almost killed her.

A sharp stone had rushed on the side, tearing into her collar and staining her skin with a flesh cut. A tiny one, barely any blood coming from it... but maybe it was because she was already healing. Her powers were coming back to her as the collar was what had kept her weak, and while she knew this was a sign from up above to keep on living... this didn't mean she could make it with just this little.

She had been underfed and underhydrated. She was a prisoner after all, and she didn't have enough to just storm the capital and leave unscathed.

Maybe I shouldn't leave. Not yet.

Selvaria knew that her current dark thought was one her common sense dictated about. She had refused up to this point of being outright suicidal, but it made sense to her to waste her small chance at life to actually hit back on the one institution she could still firmly blame.

The Emperor.

If the revolt is as severe as it seemed to be- and she was sure this was indeed the case - Selvaria decided to act upon the circumstance and tackle the opportunity the best she could. Right as a patrol was passing by her cell, she kicked the door onto them. The impact was deadly, murdering both officers and forcing them to drop their guns. Two rifles, but she picked the SMG and the proper magazines before looking around for any clue on where to go.

Of all places she was familiar with in Schwartzgrad, the Friedrich Nickolaus Prison was one that she never had the chance of visiting prior to her incarceration. Still, it was nothing new for Selvaria to venture in uncharted enemy lines. Rushing through the halls of the prison, drowning her unease within the battle mindset she was still honed to commit to, the Valkyria hardly focused on confrontations as she had a goal- leave the Prison, get to the Imperial Palace and...

Kill the one that produced Maximillian.

Maybe she had gotten even more bitter on the matter with how unpleasantly familiar this imprisonment was to her childhood, but Selvaria was also seeing another point- at the very least, she was committing to an empire she truly didn't know about. The people that were riotting, who she once saw as rats trying to claw for tiny slices of cheese, felt easier to sympathize with as she decided against killing any prisoners that wasn't actively engaging in a confrontation with her.

Ten minutes into the fray, and the Valkyria jumped out one of the holes in the wall, seeing an opportunity to land on one of the rooftops nearby. She took this chance, successfully landing on her expected destination and then rushed one of the sentinels nearby. The sniper was focusing on the crowd down below, clearly losing his mind while failing to do a meaningful job at his effort but- he made a good thing in his last passing breath.

He gave Selvaria a good scoped rifle and plenty of bullets to use to carve a path into the palace.

Even with the new gun to use, Selvaria saw a major hurdle in her plan. Tanks had been deployed to create an inner defensive line before the palace. She wasn't going to enter through the known entrances. Yet, there was something that could be used to create a 'new entrance'.

Coastal guns had been left unused during the uprising as those didn't offer much sight over the capital's most important points. However, some of the cannons had the right caliber and the perfect view of action to hit the palace. At this point she was starting to lose a lot of energy. Selvaria knew she was on a time limit, and she had to make the best of it.

The cannon she found had a round already loaded and, after tinkering with its aiming system, she got the shot rushing through. A bit lower than she had wanted. But enough of a space for her to breach into her goal. The upper floor should have been just enough to have a fair shot to the Emperor.

Ditching the Cannon, Selvaria bolted as fast as possible, knowing that trying to jump down and climb into the wall was going to draw too much attention on her. Picking up speed, she made one of the highest jump she had ever tried to accomplish.

She scowled as she came close to overdo it but she still got it right. Her legs ached a bit, but the adrenaline and her Valkyria nature swiftly took care of the soreness. Grasping tightly her sniper rifle, Selvaria made her way through the various halls she had previously visited together with Maximillian and... it was like going down several bad memories. Good turned rotten, the smile and the lies- so many lies.

Steeling her nerves, the Valkyria finally got on the right steps. And soon she was staring at him from one of the internal balconies giving to the throne room. The place was packed with many political representatives, nobles, scientists and military officers- all sort of important people that had rallied by the Emperor for safety.

The fool was rambling about this being a divine test to show the 'uncouth rabble' that the Imperial Glory was around the corner. The more he spoke, the less Selvaria felt restrained from going through the deed. It was like Maximillian- to think her former love was just like the person he had loathed the most...

The bullet connected with its intended target. The rabid monarch seized briefly, tensing up in a stiff pattern before collapsing. His close guards and servants rushed to his aid, but that was not going to matter as the projectile had firmly lodged itself into his skull. Some of the guards spotted her, but Selvaria managed to run before any of them could have gotten the chance to hit them with their rifles.

It was done- maybe. That should have been it. Ending the one that created Maximillian- ending an Imperial Legacy and being branded a 'Witch' by the many. That was her future, her destiny, her last step before demise. That should have been it as she rushed out of the palace, rifle cracking again as she exhausted all bullets she had left on the gun.

Her end was near. Survival was compromised and, as she prepared to face another group of soldiers... she was surprised to turn the corner into a hall where canisters were employed to release gas. The color of it was familiar- it was the one used by the scientists to suppress Valkyrie!

Before she could have ran away, Selvaria turned around to be greeted by the butt of a rifle smacking her face and pushing her into the gas. The effect was immediate as her powers were once more neutralied and, with it, the energy that had fueled her insane rush.

Death loomed upon her, or so she thought as she started to lose consciousness while looking at the man wearing Imperial uniforms but wearing odd gas masks. One of them reached for their radio and... spoke in Gallian.

"Mockingbird 21 here. Fairy has been caught. I repeat, Fairy has been caught, over."

"Copy that, Mockingbird 21. All units, reach the the exfil area at a steady pace. Operation is soon to be over."

Nods were shared and then the group proceeded to put Selvaria on a crate that was long enough to keep her body and... still allow her to breathe through some holes on the side. She was close to lose her awareness of the situation when she realized that...

Gallia... this means that Hertling... he is behind... this!

And as Selvaria fell asleep with dread resting within her tormented mind, Squad 422 took her back to Gallia for proper imprisonment.

AN

Operation Mockingbird's Goals:
1) Secure Selvaria Bles;
2) Sabotage Imperial Loyalists' defenses through explosives and by infiltrating the defensive lines to allow the riot to spread;
3) Kill the Emperor (Optional).

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