Chapter IX:

In Inceptum Finis Est

Palace Blancneige, Liberté Et Égalité, August 16th SY 2148

About half an hour has passed since General Farestein and his retinue were discussing with the representatives of the Republic of San Magnolia. After the Guardsmen have summarily executed ten Military Police officers, more Alba citizens gathered and stood defiantly outside the palace's fenced wall in protest. Shouts of admonishments and condemnations filled the large, paved avenue with flags of the Republic and signs of dissent brandished proudly among the rallied crowd.

The city's police department deployed a large contingent of riot officers and armed police squads as they pushed back the agitated protesters while forming a rigid firing line in front of the Cadian Shock troopers. A tense and volatile face-off ensued.

Although the Republic citizens and police officers greatly outnumber the Guardsmen, Commissar Darius was confident enough that if they dared to provoke them, their superior weaponry would easily stifle any resistance. That being said, he wished it were the Kriegers that would handle this type of scenario. The Death Korps of Krieg have developed quite a specialty in suppressing and overpowering seditious and heretical protests, their bleak and intimidating appearances were enough to make the rioters think twice before launching an assault. Moreover, being the zealous and fanatical guardsmen they were known for, the Korpsmen didn't feel any guilt or remorse when killing a few dozens or hundreds of civilians to restore order and discipline.

The Valkyries would've been perfect to disperse and scare off the crowd, but their fuel reserves wouldn't be able to maintain a stationary position for too long. Instead, Darius had to make do with the platoon of Guardsmen at his disposal.

"Commissar," The platoon leader, lieutenant Reiss, called behind him, "So far, our perimeter is secured. My platoon is ready to fend them off, if necessary, sir." She reported stoically.

Darius turned to Reiss and studied her face. Seeing a slight hesitation… no, perhaps it was concern, clouding her mind, "Wish to speak freely, lieutenant?" He asked bluntly.

Reiss seemed to be startled by his accurate assessment but nodded. She knew better than to lie to his face, he preferred that his subordinates express their concerns rather than keep it to themselves.

"Should we worry about an armed insurgency, Commissar? It is only a matter of time before the rioters start to throw rocks or bombs at us." Darius raised a curious brow, as if expecting something else, "… sir." She finished with a light fluster, realizing her mistake a second too late.

"Nonsense, lieutenant," Darius chuckled heartily, which was quite an odd and rare occurrence in Reiss' opinion. "The Alba haven't seen active combat for a decade now. Years of laxity and false sense of peace have left them all unaware that they are losing the war. They haven't seen a corpse for ten years, nor do they carry weapons for home defence." He explained with certainty. "I'm willing to bet that they'll cower in fear once Cadia' Requiem shows itself to the world. In fact…" He took out his pocket watch and grinned ambitiously. "… it should arrive right about… now."

As if manifested by his resolute words, the Emperor-class Battleship, Cadia's Requiem, slowly hovered over the city, casting a massive shadow that enveloped most of the country. Its silvery and golden hull and numerous spires gleamed against the sunlight, exposing to the world the might and firepower of the Imperium.

The locals instinctively cowered under the Imperium's show of force. Terror, distress, disbelief, amazement, stupefaction and a sense of dread ran through the Alba below. But one thing was common among them, their sense of self-importance, their arrogance and superiority complex were swiftly washed away by the holy sight of the large vessel that floated above them, as if daring them to defy its authority: laughing and mocking their pitiful and short existence.

The Guardsmen wore wide, proud grins. Despite their bitter rivalry with the Navy, the Cadians will admit that the Imperial Navy has mastered the art of making a grand entrance.

President Blanchard stared out the window of the meeting room, her right eye twitching in dismay, rendered completely speechless at the massive vessel currently floating just above their heads. The Battleship was easily several kilometres long, resembling a giant lance with its bow shaped in a broad and pointed tip with massive cannons protruding out. Its entire hull had gothic-styled arches and spires spiking upwards, reminiscent of the grand cathedrals and churches that were built in most large cities in the continent.

Shortly after its arrival, several hundreds of transport aircrafts and gunships made planetfall, all flying towards the capital city.

"How… how many troops do you have at your disposal, General Farestein?" Spokeswoman Primevére asked cautiously.

"Around two hundred ninety thousand soldiers, excluding all Navy personnel that crewed the other vessels," Farestein answered blatantly.

"O-other vessels?!" Primevére exclaimed.

"Why, yes. We may have half of our original Battlegroup, but we fortunately have enough supplies, ammunitions and war machines to sustain our brave Guardsmen on the ground." Admiral Ravenkin stated with an arrogant smile. "All these vessels and manpower were supposed to go for Vigilus. The Emperor needs His vast fleets and armies to protect our glorious Imperium… stretched across millions of worlds."

Farestein could tell Ravenkin was enjoying the reactions of the Alba as they rapidly lost colours on their pale faces and dread anchored down any hopes of negotiations. They were here to bring this planet back to the Imperium's fold, and they'll achieve that goal no matter what.

"I suggest that we accept their demands, Madam President," Karlstahl interjected reasonably, being the first to recover from the shock of the Battleship's sudden entrance.

Meanwhile, Lena and Annette continued to gawk at the massive ship. Questions swirled in their heads as their infantile dreams of science-fiction came true and appeared right before their very eyes. Despite the seriousness of the matter, Lena couldn't help but smile with awe and inspiration. She couldn't contain her childish imagination: to be able to see the stars, to visit other planets, the unexplored wonders that could rival Earth's beauty.

Thankfully, Annette shook her off her trance. "Pay a little of attention, Lena. You're a part of this."

"A-ah, yes, thank you, Annette," Lena whispered in a flustered tone and shifted her attention back to the meeting.

"Our imperatives are simple: we need to draft ten percent of the population in order to train and raise a proper and standing army and another ten percent as reserves. To commit over thirty percent of your economy to the war effort. All military matters will be transferred to the Imperial Guard while the politics and diplomacy will be handled by the Imperial Navy. Finally, while pledging to the Imperium and to the God-Emperor of Mankind, you will forfeit your pageant beliefs and adhere to the Imperial Cult." Farestein stated bluntly while President Blanchard read through the treaty given to her by Colonel Frazyer. "Oh, and before I forget: The Special Wartime Peace Preservation Act will be revoked, you will communicate to the civilian population the truth about their "drones" and, naturally, the Eighty-Six will be an integral part of the military with their citizenship restored."

"You can't be serious?" Blanchard asked incredulously, "We can't possibly muster seven million people on short notice! And you expect to send Republic soldiers to fight in the frontlines? We'll suffer catastrophic casualties! That's why we put the Eighty-"

"Are you seriously in a position to negotiate here?" Farestein interrupted with a terrifying and booming voice, instantly silencing the Alba woman. "Are your soldiers that irreplaceable? Are you that weak? You are at war! Of course there will be casualties, that's the very purpose of a standing military!" The Cadian general stood up, his firm fists grinding on the dark brown and polished wooden table, glaring intensely at Blanchard, "Is that why your pitiful and cowardly country lost half of its territories in a matter of days? You should all be shot for your cowardice and incompetence! While the whole galaxy burns from heretics and cosmic horrors you couldn't even dream up in your worst nightmares, untold billions of human lives perished daily to hold off xenos, mutants and heretics! Tens of thousands of worlds were lost, and every human soul is dedicated to the protection and salvation of the Imperium of Man! And as your world is thrusted into a desperate and unbelievable crisis, you dare consider that you should hold off your military, your soldiers that should've sworn to defend this world, while the corpses of the Eighty-Six pile up?"

Everyone remained silent. Lena regarded the general with a heavy sense of fear and apprehension. She could feel the air around them growing stiff and almost suffocating. She could see a vein throb on his scarred forehead that was about to blow.

"I don't think I've made myself clear here. You're no longer in command of this country. You no longer belong to a nation. You belong to us. To the Imperial Guard. To the Imperium. To the immortal Emperor of Mankind. Disobey me and I'll guarantee you that I'll make you watch helplessly as I raze your fragging and miserable country to ashes and let the Legion feed on the corpses of your citizens. Was that clearer, perhaps?" He asked menacingly, his glare barely contained the mounting fury and rage that boiled his blood.

Blanchard, as pale as the palace's walls themselves and on the brink of fainting, nodded speechlessly. General Farestein shifted his attention to Brigadier-General Karlstahl.

"General, I expect my demands to be carried out tomorrow. I'll have a garrison force stationed in this very palace. Defy me and I'll condemn your entire country to the Warp."

"Of course," Karlstahl nodded stoically, "It shall be done."

"Excellent. I'll leave Commissar Darius in command of the garrison force. I declare this meeting over."

As everyone walked out of the meeting room, Lena followed closely behind Karlstahl. She nervously glanced at the president of the Republic of San Magnolia. She was completely distraught and tormented, visibly shaken by the events and decisions that were forced upon her. Just as they reached the main entrance hall, Lena spotted the military police officer that harassed her on the elevator a month ago. He seemed to be glaring at the general and the people with him. His right arm shook with barely controlled rage. He had a deathly determined glower aimed at General Farestein. In a swift motion, he charged at the group, unholstering his service pistol and raised the weapon at the Cadian general.

"For the glory of San Magnolia!" He shouted fervently.

Three shots rang out. Karlstahl whirled around with wide shocking eyes as he saw smoke coming out of the barrel of Lena's handgun. The assailant fell heavily on the ground, blood pooling out of the chest wounds. Sergeant Lanster and two Guardsmen hurriedly walked over to the body. He kicked the pistol away and prodded the corpse to check if there was a hidden explosive.

Lanster whistled soundly, "By Creed's swagger, those are shots worthy of a Cadian: a tight grouping straight to the heart," He commented with an approving nod.

Reality finally dawned on Lena as her hands shook feverishly, horror settling in her eyes. She slowly lowered her pistol and looked shockingly at her uncle. "I… I d-didn't… he was about to… I… I just reacted…"

"Now that's a quality officer there," Farestein stated, "You did well, Major. Was that the first time you killed a man?"

Lena nodded shakenly.

"Hmm, there might be some hope for this Republic after all…" Admiral Ravenkin commented with a small grin before she followed the others back to the Valkyries.

Lena reflexively jumped when she felt a hand on her shoulder. Karlstahl deftly grabbed her arm and gazed firmly at his niece, "Easy there. Take deep breaths and hand over your pistol."

She complied wordlessly, still stirred up by her actions. Karlstahl cleared the handgun, ejecting the pistol magazine and extracting the bullet by pulling on the slide. He quickly inspected the chamber and looked back at Lena.

"Why don't you take the rest of the day off… You too, lieutenant Penrose." He instructed in a considerate tone.

"Yeah… I was going home either way," Annette replied casually but waited for her friend.

"Lena?"

"W-what?"

"Go home. I'll handle the rest." Karlstahl assured her calmly.

"B-but what about-"

"Go. That's an order, Major Milizé." He ordered sternly.

Lena nodded and walked away with Annette consoling and pulling her by the shoulders. Karlstahl sighed heavily and dejectedly. He knew the people of San Magnolia won't easily accept this, but he didn't expect the Holy Order to strike so soon. There will be more of them, and he needed to inform the garrison force at once. They'll have to prepare a task force dedicated to dismantling the fanatical group and other rebel groups that may rise from this.

A long day awaits him.

Presidential Palace Lune, Liberté Et Égalité, August 17th SY 2148

A sea of citizens of the Republic of San Magnolia was gathered in front of the Presidential Palace where President Blanchard will release an official statement to the public. Over two hundred police officers were deployed to maintain order and security while Tenth Company of the Cadian 501st secured the palace's perimeter with Armoured Sentinels and Chimeras stationed at key tactical locations. The Battleship, Cadia's Requiem, still hovered in the atmosphere, towering over the Alba. Commissar Darius stood watchfully a few steps behind the podium where Blanchard would announce her statement. If he sensed any treacherous or seditious activity or words from her, he received the permission from the general to eliminate her on sight.

Among the crowd, a handful of civilians brandished the five coloured flag of the Republic or signs expressing their disagreement in open protest and defiance. The local police officers did nothing to restrain the growing unrest that spread to the population.

"Amateurs." Darius sneered angrily. He brought his hand to the micro-vox earpiece, "Captain Williams, be on the lookout for any suspicious activity. Possible threats may emerge during the statement hearing."

"Copy that, Commissar. I'll have my platoons dispatch small patrols around the perimeter." Captain Williams complied straightforwardly.

Spokeswoman Primevére arrived before the president, getting a briefing of the security measures from an Alba colonel. Minutes later, President Blanchard finally showed up, making her way to the podium.

All eyes were on her, the citizens of her beloved Republic waited anxiously and with held breaths. Today will mark a dark period for the Alba of San Magnolia. Their country became the great nation it is by toppling the oppressive monarchy. Freedom, Equality, Brotherhood, Justice and Nobility. Those were the very principles that formed this nation. The Republic prospered for three hundred years, free from the shackles of the monarchy and paved the way to be the prime vanguard of Democracy. But the Wheels of Fate decided to mock them, and the Imperium has set its foot on their world, its merciless grip tightening the Republic to its rule. The Imperium of Man is a cruel, militaristic and totalitarian empire that spanned across the stars of the known galaxy. It was forced to be merciless, xenophobic and brutal due to the untold threats that challenged its very audacious existence from outside and from within.

The Imperium of Man is a malfunctioning machine that runs through blood, sweat and tears. And in a world where a massive, relentless and ever-evolving army of autonomous drones wages a genocidal war on Humanity, compassion and reason won't be enough to secure Mankind's survival and right to rule this world. Sacrifices must be made, and it will be with the blood and corpses of untold millions.

The drafting of hundreds of thousands of men aged between eighteen and thirty was in effect. In a matter of a couple of hours, thousands lined up at the nearest recruiting offices. Some enlisted voluntarily out of sense of duty and honour, others were reluctant but would rather fight than die in a corner powerless, but a large portion had to be dragged in against their will.

Protests erupted in the streets; police officers did their best to restrain the angry mob. The Imperial Guard garrison force didn't help them, they were tasked with organizing and training the first wave of conscripts. A total of eight hundred thousand Alba were drafted to the Republic Armed Forces. While the local military was occupied with the sudden influx of manpower, more and more Valkyries dropped off personnel and material to the capital city, ranging from techpriests and servitors of the Adeptus Mechanicus, preachers and priests from a small cohort of the Adeptus Ministorum, to finally the mighty and versatile tanks of the Cadian 605th Armoured Regiment. Having seized all military infrastructures in the city, General Farestein was able to deploy the full might of his division and with it the Armoured Regiment's company of Baneblade super-heavy tanks.

Lena surveyed through a window the palace's exterior courtyard, where a battalion's worth of new recruits was assembled and assigned to their various units before their two-month long basic training begins.

All active-duty officers that were Handlers won't partake in any additional training since they were, for now, the Republic's only defensive line, the link between the Eighty-Six conscripts on the frontline and the Armed Forces Headquarters. She has been told that she would undergo a crash-course training program after the first wave of Republic soldiers was deployed to the frontline.

"I hope you're happy with yourself," A sharp tone said behind her.

She jumped with a startle, turning around to meet her uncle staring out the window wistfully. "This is for the betterment of the Republic and the survival of Humanity." She replied resolutely.

Karlstahl shifted his distant silver eyes to his niece, "Is that what you believe, Major Milizé? Do you really believe this is necessary to atone for the sins of the people?"

"The people were misled by its own government."

"And the Imperium's better? You're wrong. We have only acted by the will of the people. It was Republic citizens that called for a scape-goat, to shift the blame to someone else for their inept failure to protect themselves. It was Republic citizens that gleefully accepted that we drove out millions of Colorata, the Eighty-Six, and treat them as expendable livestock. It was Republic citizens that ignored and violated San Magnolia's moral principles and ideals."

He took a step towards her, towering over her, "Tell me, Milizé, did you really think that the average Alba isn't aware of the true meaning behind Presidential Order 6609? Did you think that they were ignorant that our so-called ethical army of drones were in fact manned by the Eighty-Six? They were not. They were fully aware and still slept soundly by that fact. They chose blissful ignorance instead of crying for justice. But now that their freedom, their way of life, is threatened by the Imperium, they will act and revolt. They'll cry at the unfair mistreatment, of the veil of false peace that were stolen from under their feet. From there, they'll cry for freedom and justice. And then what? How do you think the Imperial Guard will respond to their open revolt?"

Lena remained silent, unable to retort. She knew her uncle was a pessimist but even she couldn't deny his statement. The citizens of San Magnolia were a flawed and contradicting people. The Republic was supposed to be a safe and welcoming nation for diverse and culturally different ethnic groups. But they were swiftly exiled and ostracized at the start of the war with the Legion. Now with the Imperium taking control of their beloved Republic, a complete and stark contrast of their moral principles, would they comply so easily?

"It was too soon for ideals like freedom and equality for them. They are fancy words spewed out of their mouths to stand out from the other monarchies and empires but we're no different from them. For us humans, it will probably always be too soon…"

Her hands trembled with anger and frustration. Despite the changes, her uncle was still the hopeless and cynical man she knew since her father's death. Her uncle saw only one outcome for the Republic: the total and complete annihilation, paid dearly with their blood. Just like the Eighty-Six, who chose to fight out of spite to the white pigs, only one outcome awaited them: death. She couldn't stand that. If death's the only outcome in life, then what's the point of living? No, she couldn't accept it.

She glared at her uncle with a fiery passion, "That may be true. Maybe the citizens of San Magnolia don't deserve redemption, maybe it's true for many of them. But among them are still good people, wanting to change the errors of their fellow citizens, and for these few good people there's hope for a brighter future. And as long as there's hope, I'll keep fighting for our species' survival so that one day, we may conquer the stars with the Imperium. I'll fight for these few good-natured Alba; I'll fight for the Eighty-Six that showed me more humanity that anyone in this damned nation. I will fight until the moment my life comes to an end… with or without you."

She walked past her uncle, a determined scowl plastered on her face. She stopped and turned around a final time, "There's more to life than death… uncle. Even if, after we best the Legion, we are to fight against unimaginable horrors in a burning galaxy… I think the Imperial Guard is proof enough that Humanity still and will strive no matter the odds… and that, in and of itself, is beautiful: human valour and courage."

Republic of San Magnolia's Eastern Front, First Ward, August 18th SY 2148

"Alright, gents gather around." Captain Parris instructed flatly as he gathered the platoon leaders of his company.

The remaining members of Spearhead Squadron were also present for the first time in their mission briefing. They formed around a blackboard with a map of the First Ward's conflict zone attached to it. Captain Parris cleared his throat before beginning.

"Alright, before we begin this briefing, a few bits of news from the Colonel. As you may have seen with Cadia's Requiem still hovering over us, the General has made our presence known to the general public and we're currently drafting the Alba into their Armed Forces…"

The Eighty-Six's attention was piqued by this announcement. Was the Republic finally sending reinforcements? Only time would tell if they would be capable soldiers since the Republic Armed Forces haven't actively fought in the war for a decade now.

"Unfortunately, we must wait two months before the first wave of reinforcements is deployed. So, it's still just us in the meat grinder, but hopefully, we'll have the tanks of the Cadian 605th." He explained with a weary and tired grin.

"Pretty on brand with the Guard, sir," Lieutenant Holmes added sarcastically, earning a few chuckles from the other Kasrkins.

"Now, to the mission. We've got confirmation from the Colonel that the Navy will send in Marauder Bombers to strike at the Legion's base. It is then followed by Earthshaker bombardments from our artillery boys. However, as is typical with the Legion, once we strike at them, expect a considerable counter-offensive. That's where we come in." Parris pointed at their marked positions on the map. "First company with Spearhead will hold the right flank near the riverbank. The centre, made up of the Death Korp of Krieg, will launch a pre-emptive raid, feigning a frontal assault before retreating to the secondary rear line. The bombers will cut them from the rear, and we'll swing in to encircle the Legion force with the tanks and Sentinels on the left flank. With our combined might, we'll crush any remaining resistance out there. Are there any questions?"

"What kind of enemy types are we expecting?" Lieutenant Yurrek of Third Platoon asked attentively.

Parris shifted his gaze to Shin, "Captain Nouzen?"

Shin seemed surprised to participate in the briefing and observed the map more closely, "There is still a large number of Black Sheep among the Legion, so it is safe to say that a Sheperd is nearby. In that case, expect a lot more Löwe tanks and possibly more Dinosauria heavy-tanks." He stated bluntly.

"In that case, we're going to need more firepower than a dozen of Chimeras and Juggernauts." Holmes explained. He quickly turned to the Eighty-Six, "No offense."

"None taken, sir," Raiden replied with a nonchalant shrug.

"I'll see if the Colonel could dispatch us some Leman Russes." Parris answered frankly. "Any other questions?" The silent responses were satisfying enough to him. "Very well, brief your men accordingly. Our mission date is in nine days. Our patrol routines haven't change. Briefing's over, gents."

Just as everyone was about to dispatch to their respective units, Parris let out a loud gasp and recalled everyone back, "Sorry, I almost forgot a final announcement. As requested by Captain Nouzen, next week we'll hold a gun salute in honour of their lost comrades and we'll try to celebrate their local festivity… Republic Day, I think they call it." He informed unsurely.

"Revolution Day, sir," Shin corrected plainly.

"Right, same difference. Anyways, occasionally for that day, we'll prepare a feast and maybe some fun activities. I reckon we all need some to depressurize before the big op. Is that clear?"

"Clear, sir!"

"Alright. Dismissed."

Liberté Et Égalité, Republic of San Magnolia

Lena stared out the window of her bedroom, silently viewing the city's lights flickering on with the large vessel still orbiting in the background. The ferries of Valkyries haven't stopped as the Imperial Guard unloaded man, ammunition and material for their campaign to defeat the Legion and retaking the planet to the Imperium's fold.

Nightly patrols were carried out by Cadian Shock troopers in either Chimera or Taurox armoured personnel carriers. Sermons and preaches of the Imperial Cult were broadcasted by the eerie and disturbing floating Servo-Skulls. The mechanical human skulls wandered aimlessly in the streets, reciting litanies or invigorating speeches in veneration to the Emperor of Mankind.

"All hail the immortal Emperor. The Emperor protects."

It was the Imperium's method to softly indoctrinate the locals, spreading their teachings and enforcing their laws. Although she wandered if said method would actually work. With the growing resentment among the civilian and military population, it was only a matter of time before the Alba would rise up against their new oppressors… the irony wasn't lost to her.

Sighing heavily, she took off her uniform's jacket and unceremoniously discarded it on her bed. She sat at her desk and began reviewing the after-action combat report of the last battle. She appreciated Shin's effort to write a proper and accurate combat report instead of the mindless and lazy copies he usually sent of a combat patrol that happened a year ago.

"Para-Raid activate, single synchro target, callsign: Undertaker,"

A few silent seconds passed before she received an answer, "Major Milizé, you called?"

Lena smiled gently at Shin's calm and soft voice, "Good evening, Captain Nouzen. Sorry for not contacting Spearhead Squadron yesterday or even today… I've been quite busy; I think you know why…"

"Yeah, we've received the news today from Captain Parris. That and it was quite hard to miss the giant spaceship so near the atmosphere." He commented with a light tinge of humour. Her smile widened. She was comforted by the fact that her squadron was able to relax for a couple of days.

"I suppose that you have also heard about the draft. The Albas are finally getting mobilized, you and your comrades won't have to fight alone anymore… I mean, in addition to the Imperial Guard."

"It doesn't change much for us, to be perfectly honest, Major. The Imperial Guard is already enough for us, at least they are experienced and competent… as for the Albas… I hope the Cadians will train them well." He replied bluntly. She could tell that he has mixed feelings about the general mobilization. Probably because they'll have to share the frontlines with the very oppressors that put them and their families there to get slaughtered by the Legion.

"Well, we shall see when they'll get deployed. Until then, it is up to us to hold the line… at least for two more months," Lena explained.

"I see. Then we'll work together and fight harder."

"Yes," She smiled appreciatively, "We'll work harder until we best the Legion."

"Lena! Uncle Jérôme is here!" She heard her mother called from downstairs.

"Ah… I'm sorry, Captain Nouzen, but I must end the call sooner than expected. I hope you don't mind." She apologized with a light flustered tone.

"Not a all, Major. You have a good evening. I guess we'll talk tomorrow."

"You too, captain… and please do try to get some rest, I've heard from lieutenant Shuga that you tend to stay awake late at night."

"… right… I'll try to obey that order but I'm not making promises."

Lena giggled, heart warming to their casual and more social conversation. She felt that progress was made between her and the Processors, they were more open and began talking back to her nonchalantly, slowly breaking the wall of Handler-Processor. Nouzen has noticeably changed: he was more casual and honest with her and sometimes teased her. It almost felt natural...

She often wondered how life would pan out for them if they weren't exiled by the government, if the Eighty-Six were still among the Alba. Would she have met these people? Would their paths have crossed at some point? She dashed those pleasant thoughts away after she heard her mother's call a second time.

"Good night, Captain Nouzen."

"Good night, Major Milizé."

Lena watched in disbelief as her uncle was casually conversing with her mother, as if it was a common occurrence that he visited them. He rarely did and only came for New Years and her birthday. Her uncle was the other and only surviving family member, most were either killed in combat in the early weeks of the war or died of old age and diseases. Since then, he and her mother have become complete strangers, barely talking to each other unless it involved her, the last legacy of the Milizé noble line.

Being a minor noble and a pureblood Celena, her mother was an important public figure in the Republic. She owned a successful real estate business and have garnered the attention of a few wealthy Alba families. While sharing different views to life with her father, whom was an idealist and ardently opposed the discrimination of the Eighty-Six, her mother was more conservative, believing in the purity and superiority of race bloodlines, the Celenas being one of the oldest and purest races since the beginning of Humanity. Yet, she remained loyal to her late-husband, refusing any proposals to the numerous suitors she received on a daily basis. She may not show it, but her father's death affected her greatly.

"Ah, finally! Young lady, I know you spend more time with him than your own mother, but you could at least greet him in our home!" Margaret Milizé reprimanded her daughter half-jokingly.

"Margaret, please, she's been busy lately. I'm sure she's just as exhausted as I am." Jérôme defended Lena sheepishly, "Am I right, Lena?" He turned his gaze at her, wordlessly telling her to play along.

"R-right! With the sudden influx of recruits, we've been quite busy with reorganizing the entire Armed Forces." Lena explained with a placid grin.

Her mother, however, didn't seem to find any of this amusing. She became displeased; her smile replaced with a bland thin line. "Ah yes, the Imperium of Man. The sworn protectors of Humanity… or so they proclaimed." She said snidely, swallowing her glass of red wine in one swig, "To think we're being subjugated so easily…"

Karlstahl laughed uncomfortably and rested his hands on her shoulders, "Now, now, that is why I didn't want you to be here, you're going to be upset."

Margaret crossed her hands over her chest and shifter her leer to Lena, "I highly suggest that you resign from the military."

"Mom, we are not discussing this now,"

"When are you going to leave the military?" Margaret continued more insistently, pouring herself another glass of wine, "The Army is no place for a young lady like you. You are a Milizé, you belong to a higher status than among the common soldiers."

"I'll resign once the war's over, mother. Then I'll find a loving husband, get married and make you lots of grandchildren. Happy?"

"Vladilena!" Karlstahl reprimanded, disappointed at her sarcastic comment.

"I know you take this after your father," Margaret replied calmly, her solemn silver eyes staring reflectively at the marble kitchen island, "He was a stubborn man, a staunch idealist and firm believer of the Republic's values and principles. That's why I fell in love with him really. He was different from the others… and then he died for it." She gazed back at her daughter, her only child and living memory of her beloved husband, Vaclaz, "I beg of you to listen to me, Lena. It is a mother's duty to protect and worry about her child and I know I've pestered you over the years since your enlistment but please listen to me for once: since the arrival of this Imperium, I have a dreadful gut feeling that something terrible will happen to you…"

"… I've already lost my husband… I don't want to lose the last precious gift he left for me in this forsaken world."

"I… Mom…"

Margaret gasped and wiped the tears she didn't know had already fallen. "Oh, I'm terribly sorry about this, Jérôme… I… I'll leave you two with your affairs… Have a good evening, Jérôme…" She got out of the kitchen with her wine glass in hand, halting for a moment to peek a glance at her daughter's back before heading to the living room.

Karlstahl heaved out a sigh, rubbing the back of his neck.

"Sorry you had to witness that," Lena said in a hushed and sheepish voice, a light blush colouring her cheeks.

"It's hard for all of us… but you should smooth things out with your mother after this."

"Of course… what did you want to discuss, uncle?"

Her uncle's face morphed into a deep frown, his usual cold silver eyes were now stern but also filled with concern. "I think it's no surprise to you that the Holy Magnolian Order of Pureblood will retaliate, targeting the Imperial Guard and anyone that collaborates with them. I've already sounded the alarm to Commissar Darius, and I've led an investigation myself. It is only a matter of time before we rout them out of their hiding place."

"You think they would openly attack the Imperium?" She asked worriedly.

"It is highly probable, your intervention the other day is clear proof that they won't hesitate to use violence. Not only that, but now you've just exposed yourself to them." He explained gravely, "You were willing to protect an outsider's life, and for the Patriotic Knights, you're a traitor to the Republic."

"A traitor?! After all I've done to protect our nation, they dare to brand me as a traitor?" Lena's blood boiled; her hands tightened into fists.

"Your accomplishments don't matter to them, either you're with them or not. That's all. I only came here to warn you. Watch your back and the ones you care about. Because they might not strike you directly, but they won't hesitate to eliminate those you cherish the most…" He said while taking a glance in Margaret's direction. "I'm already branded as a traitor and they'll come for me, I'm sure of that, but please watch over your mother for me and yourself. You're the only family I have left."

He stood up from his seat and grabbed his standard-issued, Prussian-blue, coat. He stared at his niece with determination, "I'll do what I can to cover your back, but I won't be able to be everywhere. I suggest you listen to your mother and resign before you endanger everyone around you. Have a good evening… Major Milizé."

Palace Blancneige, Liberté Et Égalité

Admiral Ravenkin reviewed the concerning report made by Brigadier-General Karlstahl. His worries weren't unfounded. Although she and General Farestein have expected some sort of retaliation from the locals, she didn't anticipate how steep the fanatics of the Holy Magnolian Order have corrupted and controlled the government. If the Cadian general wishes to minimize casualties and focus more effort on the war, they needed to suppress the rebellion before it even started. They need to act fast.

A light beep echoed from her dataslate. She took a sip of her glass of strong amasec and looked at her handheld device. With the permission of General Farestein, Ravenkin was able to take command of a detachment of Tempestus Scions of the 74th Black Dragoons. The elite stormtroopers of the Militarum Tempestus were an experienced and battle-hardened unit. Indoctrinated and fully committed to the defence of the wider Imperium, these ruthless soldiers are prepared and willing to do anything to accomplish their missions.

The Black Dragoons are known for their expertise in deep reconnaissance, espionage, sabotage and of course, shock assaults either by air or ground. The 74th has also gained a specialty in fighting Xenos such as the T'au in the Taros Campaign, the Tyranids and Orks in the Octarius War and recently the Necrons in the Pariah Crusade before their sudden redeployment to the ongoing war in Vigilus.

Her dataslate showed a message coming from Tempestor Prime von Tannen, the platoon leader of the Scions attached to her authority. It read as follows:

++ Shadow platoon is ready for tasking, Lady Admiral ++

A satisfied and wicked grin grew on her lips. The Alba would soon regrettably see what happens when messing with the Imperium's merciless wrath.

Republic of San Magnolia's Eastern Front, First Ward, August 25th SY 2148

The Republic C-130 Heraklès heavy cargo aircraft landed softly on the base's tarmac. Senior Alba soldiers dropped off the supplies and a shipment of brand new Juggernauts while the Servitors and Scavenger units collected the crates and transported them to the hangars under the watchful eye of the Cadian Guardsmen.

Shin attentively read through the requisition supply list. He raised a curious brow and looked at the Republic NCO standing reluctantly in front of him. "Master Sergeant, what's this about "special ammunitions"?" He asked confusedly.

"What? Oh! It's that taped up crate over there," The Alba pointed plainly at the large green crate with yellow hazard tapes clumsily wrapped around its armoured frame, "Don't know what it means by special ammunition, but your precious master deemed it necessary that we deliver more supplies to you pigs…" He commented disdainfully. "Well, are you done?"

Shin signed the document and handed the clipboard back to the NCO. The Alba soldier grumbled under his breath as he walked back to the aircraft.

"Hey, Shin!" Raiden hailed him, pointing at the suspicious crate, "The hell's this?"

Shin shrugged as he observed the crate, "Beats me, but Major Milizé was the one who made the supply requisition. Maybe it is some sort of prototype munition."

"Somehow, I highly doubt that." Raiden retorted unambiguously, "Maybe it's just a stockpile of classified information, like maps or something…"

"Let's find out," Shin took out his pocketknife and sliced the tapes away, freeing the top and opening it.

"Hah…" They both said in surprised unison.

"Woah! Are those fireworks?" Haruto sprung up behind them, his Rubis eyes gleaming with excitement.

"Fireworks? From the Major? Hell yeah!" Touma exclaimed as he peered into the crate.

Kurena was carrying a small shipment crate when she passed by the group of boys that were gathered around. She glanced at the crate's content before returning to her task with a crestfallen look.

Presidential Palace Lune, Liberté Et Égalité, Republic of San Magnolia

Classical music filled the palace with brightly lit chandeliers and humorous chatter. Glasses of wine and champagne were distributed to the many guests of the Revolution Day Festival. Despite the abrupt appearance of the Imperium, General Farestein has allowed the citizens of San Magnolia to celebrate their National Day as an act of good will to the locals and to raise morale to the newly raised regiments of the Republic Armed Forces.

Hosting the party was President Blanchard. She has formally invited the authorities of the Imperium as well. General Farestein attended the festival while being accompanied by Admiral Ravenkin, Commissar Darius and Colonel Jeremiah of the Cadian 605th Armoured Regiment. Once again, Death Marshal Arnem diligently declined the invitation, stating that should the Legion attack at this crucial moment, at least a senior commanding officer was present to repel. Farestein agreed to his term but was also relieved; he didn't think that the Krieger's daunting and bleak appearance would be a welcomed sight to the locals.

Cadian Shock troopers and Tempestus Scions were posted in and outside the palace, assuring security for the guests and more notably for the general and his retinue. Guardsmen were posted along the spacious hall that was used for the party. The Imperial soldiers wore their patrol caps instead of their flak helmets at the formal event, to appear less intimidating.

General Farestein wore his formal dress uniform. A khaki and tailored trench coat with a dim crimson sash wrapped around his hips and his dark brown leather belt had his power sword and laspistol holster attached to the sides. His polished and shined service medals almost covered half of his chest, exposing his long and proud years in the Astra Militarum.

He dryly declined a butler's offer of a beverage and instead took out his flask of well-aged grain whiskey.

"You know, their red wine isn't so bad, General," Ravenkin noted as she took a sniff of the wine's fruity aroma, "It is soother and more pleasant than whiskey."

"Tch. I need a stronger drink to tolerate this charade." He groaned in frustration, "I loathe these types of gatherings. They are pointless and takes away precious time and focus on more important matters: like winning a fragging war."

"I see that you are a man that belongs to the battlefield, but you are a general now, it is part of the course." Ravenkin reminded him with a fake and polite smile. "Wars are not simply won on the battlefield, Farestein, logistics and influence play as much as an armoured assault or a precise airstrike."

"I know…" He grumbled. He glanced at the Alba around him blandly before spotting Commissar Darius discussing pleasantly with a group of female Alba, apparently sharing a hilarious story as he saw them giggle. "Well at least someone is having a good time."

Ravenkin followed his gaze and smirked, "You should be more like the Commissar, at least he knows how to socialize. Makes you wonder if he truly is the fearless and stern Commissar of the regiment." She remarked playfully.

"Oh, this is nothing new, Ravenkin. Darius is known to be charismatic around women off duty, but he can instantly turn into a monster on the battlefield. That's why I'll promote him to Lord Commissar."

"General Farestein,"

He turned around to meet President Blanchard and Brigadier-General Karlstahl. Like the Cadian, Karlstahl wore a formal dress uniform, his service ribbons hung over his right breast pocket on his Prussian-blue and gold greatcoat.

"President Blanchard," Farestein greeted with a nod.

"I am happy that you were able to attend the festival party. How do you find our local wines, general?" Blanchard asked with a polite smile.

Farestein sheepishly glanced at Ravenkin, hoping to get some help from her. She smiled back teasingly, refusing to come to his aid.

"Um… very soothing and pleasant…" He answered unsurely.

"Ah…?" Blanchard blinked confusedly, "Well, I suppose it must be different from the beverages you're used to, general."

"Right." He internally heaved a sigh of relief. Formal social gatherings weren't his field of expertise, despite already attending a few with Imperial politicians, diplomats and members of the Ecclesiarchy among others.

"General, would you perhaps like to make an official statement to the guests? As our guest of honour, there's always a speech given to celebrate or perhaps a rousing word for this occasion?"

Again, Farestein glanced back at Ravenkin for support. The Admiral simply drank her wine, nodding crisply. "I…uh, I suppose a few words to the population won't hurt, madam president."

"Ah excellent! Ahem, everyone!" She raised her glass of champagne and tapped the side with a steel pen stolen briefly from Karlstahl's breast pocket. "Everyone, please, our guest of honour, General Farestein of the Imperial Guard, would like to deliver a speech."

Silence reigned in the hallway, the musicians stopped playing and everyone's eyes bare into him. Farestein awkwardly searched for a glass of wine before Colonel Jeremiah gracefully produced one beside him almost out of thin air.

"Thank you, Colonel…" He cleared his throat, swallowing soundly. "I, uh, would like to officially state that I am… glad that you have pledged allegiance to the Imperium. I know that these are dire and uncertain times. With the Legion breathing at your doors and your sons and daughters expected to be deployed in the most ferocious of battles. But I can assure you that your children, the next generation of brave Republic soldiers, are trained properly and diligently to the standards of my Cadians…" He paused, searching for the proper words to encourage the Alba's fighting spirit.

"I'm aware that some of you may feel that it is the end of the world, that there's no hope beyond your Gran Mur. I've known that feeling, all of us do. My men have lost their home world and so does for many others. Meanwhile, other planets are also in the same desperate and bleak situation… but let me remind you that the Imperial Guard has fought these adversaries and has held the line for over ten thousand years now. For ten thousand years, we've repelled, pushed back and struck the enemies of the Imperium with the burning passion of all Mankind. I can assure you all that in a few years, this war will end, and Humanity will come out on top. Although the Golden Throne sits in a far and distant planet, the eyes of the God-Emperor are on all of us, His hands are on the shoulders of the brave and valiant Guardsmen that will stand stalwart before the enemy. In the name of the Emperor, I solemnly promise to destroy the Legion menace and bring this world back to His light."

He raised his wine glass, "Glory to Humanity! Glory to the Imperium!"

"Glory to the Imperium!" They all cheered in unison, reassured and inspired by the General.

The entire hallway was washed over by the bright and flashy eruptions of the fireworks as they sailed up to the night sky and exploded into different colours and intricate patterns. The guests awed and stared out of the tall glass windows, some walked out to the balconies to watch the fireworks.

"A clumsy start but it has proven enough to embolden the Alba," Ravenkin remarked playfully, "A job well done, General."

"Thank you, Admiral." He said before finishing his glass in one gulp. He grimaced and stowed the empty crystal glass to a passing butler, "I still prefer my whiskey."

Bright coloured sparks exploded in the summer night sky, the distant chatter of the partygoers deafened by the hails and detonations of the fireworks. The vibrant colours lit up the entire city, cheers and joyful laughter echoed in the streets.

However, nothing compared to the explosions and cheerful holler of Spearhead Squadron. Lena smiled wistfully while she conversed with Shin through their Resonance. She was happy and glad that the Eighty-Six were able to enjoy Revolution Day and deliver a proper gun salute to the dear comrades they've lost. Anju Emma was finally able to express her grief at the passing of Daiya. Some of the Cadians attached to them were present as well, launching their own fireworks and generally enjoying the festivities.

It seemed that her special ammunitions were a boost to morale. She wished to see their fireworks with them.

"… will you… will you remember us too, Major?"

Lena's eyes widened with surprise at Shin's hesitant but innocent question. She drew her hand out into the dark horizon, as if trying to reach over to her squadron, her friends… to be there with Shin. Her lips shook with emotion before she steeled herself with determined resolve.

"Of course, I will. But before that, I won't let you die. I won't let anyone else die!" She firmly promised, a fiery passion and resolution igniting in her heart.

Republic of San Magnolia's Eastern Front, Sixteenth Ward, August 27th SY 2148

The battle raged on through the night as the decimated Falx Squadron fought bitterly to the last, holding their position as wave after wave of Legion pushed through the destroyed city.

"God damn it! There's no end to these fuckers!" Squadron Leader Norizen, callsign Falx-1, swore under his breath. "If this is our end then let's fucking go with a bang!"

"Hell yeah!" The remaining Processors replied with rabid determination.

"The white pigs will finally get slaughtered after this!" Another shouted bitterly before her Juggernaut took a direct hit from a Dinosauria.

The Juggernauts were pulverized by accurate shots from a 155mm cannon. No matter where they took cover from or how they manoeuvred, the Dinosauria seemed to always predict their tactics. It effortlessly wiped them out with massive tank shells.

The Juggernaut's 57mm cannon did nothing but deflecting off its thick armour. Heavy machine gun fire harmlessly bounced off as Falx Squadron desperately slowed its advance.

The last Processor was crushed under one of its many segmented legs, the corpse messily eviscerated. The Dinosauria didn't care about collecting their brain matter for the Legion. It had only one goal in its central processor, bent by an uncontrollable frenzy and psychopathic focus enacted by the ghost that possessed the unmanned machine.

Shourei Nouzen will reunite with his brother. They will become family once again.