GATE: Thus, The Reds and Blues Fought There GATE x RvB Fanfic

by Corpsman Halo

After the Battle of Chorus, the people of Chorus & the Reds and Blues celebrate their new-found victory. But when do our heroes ever stop doing something that doesn't involve them getting into trouble? When they get transported to a different world, they must work together once more to survive in the world of Falmart. And more importantly, what would happen when they meet the JSDF?

4. Chapter 3: Changing the Tides of War

Intro begins

The intro begins as it's a normal day in Falmart. Well, it's normal until two warthogs and an M808 Scorpion appear in view. The first warthog reveals the Red Team, consisting of Sarge, Simmons, Lopez, and Griff who is hanging on the back for dear life. The second warthog shows Agent Carolina, Washington, and Tucker as he mans the machine gun on the back, firing at something. The tank then shows up, introducing Sheila, who's in control of the tank once more as she fires behind her. In the cockpit is Caboose and Freckles, strapped to the blue soldier's back. As the camera pans out, it's revealed that the Flame Dragon is following them, shooting another stream of fire as it engulfs the camera. The scene changes to the JSDF, fighting against the Empire's forces. Suddenly, a blue blur crashes into the main force, revealing to be Caboose who the Reds and Blues soon follow as they join forces with the JSDF and fight the remaining Imperial troops. Another scene then cuts to the Empire's POV, the Senate talking about who these "Men in Green" and "Red and Blue" knights were. The last scene then cuts to the Reds and Blues, alongside the 3rd Deep Recon, looking over the Empire's capital as the radio informs them that the operation is underway. Soon, the sky is filled with JSDF aircraft as paratroopers fall from the sky. The camera then goes black as the title shows.

GATE: Thus, The Reds and Blues Fought There.

12:34 PM / Central Imperial Time / One day after the battle

9 KM away from the main engagement between Imperial forces and New Federation forces

On a dusty, deserted road, all is quiet on the dusty road surrounded by forest. Birds are chirping, and deer and other forest wildlife are peacefully grazing on the grass and other foods that the forest provides. It was quiet-peaceful. Well, peaceful until the ground started to shake. Small stones and pebbles started to shake and bounce off the road as suddenly, a pair of horse hooves ran down the road. Followed by two, the five, then an entire group of horses followed closely behind the lead ones, each one getting rode on by a girl in strange face markings, and armor, armed with short swords and daggers, and every one of them had bunny ears and a look that could kill even the strongest of men. The one in the lead had the most different armor and had white fur, as well as scarlet eyes that could make Joseph Stalin seem like a nice person.

These were the reinforcements that were going to help the last of the Warrior Bunnies that were holding against the Imperial offensive. They were led by Queen Tyuule herself, even though her people were against it, and wanted her to escape farther north so she could be out of the grasp of Zorzal's grimy and perverted hands. The group consisted of her guard, Warrior Bunnies who had proven themselves multiple times in battle and were considered the best of the best the Warrior Bunnies could offer. As well as multiple volunteers who wanted to join Queen Tyuule in her last stand against the Empire.

At the front, Tyuule was going as fast as she could, testing her horse's limits as she tried to get it to go faster and faster, urging it as she let out a cry and smacked the reins, making it go just a tiny bit faster, but not enough. Besides, ever since the Empire had increased scouting patrols, their expected arrival time was significantly

Warrior Bunny #1: "Your Majesty! Please, slow down! If you go any faster, the rest of the soldiers won't be able to keep up!"

Warrior Bunny #2: "She has a point, madam. We've been traveling ever since early dawn. Our horses might not be able to even have enough energy when we arrive. If we even arrive."

Warrior Bunny #1: "She's right. We must pull back and rediscuss our next course of action. Our people's sacrifices will be in vain if we do not turn back now! Madam, please!"

Two of her guards stated, yelling at the top of their lungs just so she could hear them over the rushing wind. But Tyuule could hear them. She could hear them perfectly ever since they started to try and convince her to turn back. She heard it all, and it hurt her a lot.

When the entire war started, she sent out a few messengers in hopes that they could come back with allies to assist them and defeat the Empire's forces. But that was years ago. Ever since she was a teen, her people were preparing for the upcoming invasion of their lands. Setting up traps and training their soldiers on the tactics of guerilla warfare. But even with years of preparation, it was still not enough. She looked back at her group, which consisted of conscripts, wounded but experienced soldiers, and her guards. She looked back forward, wiping a stray tear that escaped her eyes as she put up another brave face.

?: 'One day, these people are going to be under your rule. And it's your duty to protect them, no matter the cost.'

Those words kept repeating in her head ever since the war started. It haunted her dreams, and thoughts, even when she thought about them for a second. She silently wished that her parents were here. Just for a few minutes so they could give her some advice on what to do. But they could not. She looked up and sighed, wondering if this entire war was some sort of punishment from the gods. She looked at the blue sky, hoping for a sign for the god's mercy, just for anything at all.

Tyuule: "... Gods... Help us, please..."

She muttered under her breath as she continued to look up at the sky, looking at even the smallest cloud formation for a sign. She slows down and stops, making the others slow down as well as they are unsure why she stopped in the first place. A minute passed, then another, and another. Finally, she sighed and looked down, a defeated and depressed look on her face as eh turned back at those who were under her command.

It wasn't much, barely even a small division. Most of the soldiers were either conscripts who decided at the last minute to join her or were wounded. The ones who had experience and were not wounded were her guards. And there were barely a dozen of them. She looked at the ones who were wounded, make-shift bandages that were coated in dry blood were on their limbs, and some had wounds that would have permanent damage, even with their best healers on the job.

She turned back forward, getting off the horse, and walked down the path a little. She closed her eyes for a moment and sighed. She let a few tears run down her face while the rest of the girls just watched as she silently cried.

Tyuule: "Mom... Dad... Please, show me a sign... Show me that not all is lost and I can still save my people... P-Please..."

She muttered as she looked back up at the sky. Hoping for at least something to show that they were with her. But alas, nothing was there. She looked down and turned around, about to give up. But thankfully, the author came in a saved the day since he's fucking bad at sad stuff.

Author: "Oh come on now."

Shut up, let me go back to the story.

Anyway, as they thought all hope was lost, it seemed that the gods decided to be merciful. They heard a soft hum in the air. Immediately, they dove for the cover of the forest, thinking the Empire's infamous wyvern knights were flying above them. Only, it wasn't. It wasn't the flapping of wings that filled the air. Rather, it was the sound of twin main engines from an old D75-TC Pelican. The Warrior Bunnies, as well as Queen Tyuule, looked up at it in awe, shocked at what they were looking at. Some started to mutter prayers, praying for protection against the new threat. But everyone stayed low, watching it as flew low near their position, as if it was looking for something.

Warrior Bunny #3: "What in the god's name is that?"

Warrior Bunny #4: "I-Is that a wyvern?"

Warrior Bunny #5: "No, it can't be. It's too big to be a wyvern but too small to be anywhere near a dragon."

Warrior Bunny #3: "And what is all over it? Is that... Iron?"

Warrior Bunny #4: "Is it a gift from the gods?"

Everyone kept muttering until they heard it get closer toward the another time. But instead of going past them, it stopped in between the break in the forest where the path was and slowly began its descent, small platforms coming out of its bottom as it touched down on the ground gracefully. Everyone got a closer look at it, and to their surprise (Or not), it wasn't a wyvern. They didn't even know what it was. It was big and bulky, a big target for some of the archers of the group. But with all the iron around it, it might not even matter. There was glass in its front as well, but it looked thick like plates of armor. And on its side, was a large logo that no one knew what or where it came from, with the letters "N.F." painted white on its side crudely.

Suddenly, a part of it on the back hissed and slowly lowered itself onto the ground, revealing the hollow insides of the strange contraption. They all looked toward the darkness of the hollow contraption until they heard footsteps. They tensed slightly as they watched three figures walk out of the darkness and into the sunlight, revealing themselves as shiny knights in colorful armor as the sun's rays glistened off their plates.

The unknown knight on the left wore purple armor, his helmet seemed to consist of a strange metal, almost like iron but its texture was completely different. On the front of his helmet was some sort of golden-orange glass that covered his entire face from top to bottom, preventing them from seeing even the littlest of their facial features. They carried a strange, small circular device that they could only describe as forged from the gods up above, it glowed green with a small light that came from a small opening in the front of it

The one on the right had similar armor to the one in purple, except it was more sleek, like an improved version of the purple's armor. Clad in light blue unlike the purple one while their helmet was much smaller, with the glass covering v-shaped. They carried a large, but thin black staff in their hands, with a strange cylinder on the top of it with an unknown purpose.

Finally, there was the one in the lead. The one they singled out as the leader. They wore the armor of the purple one, but this one was covered in dark blue instead of purple. Their helmet had the same golden-orange covering, but it was wider and taller, as was their helmet, just as big but it looked like the oldest of the three. They carried a similar black staff to the one in aqua, but instead, it seemed heavier, different design, and didn't have the strange cylinder on top of it.

Warrior Bunny #3: "Who... Who are they..."

Warrior Bunny #4: "I don't know..."

Warrior Bunny #5: "They look like knights. But not from any kingdom I've seen."

Warrior Bunny #6: "Maybe they're apostles. They did come down from that strange contraption from the heavens after all..."

They all looked at her for a moment, about to rebuttal her explanation. But they didn't have any time to even do so when suddenly.

Caboose: "Hello!"

They all jumped up from surprise and quickly reacted, tackling him down to the ground pulled out their weapons, and aimed them right at his neck! While another Warrior Bunny took his gun from the floor and looked at it in awe. Caboose, being the lovable idiot he is, barely even reacted as he looked at them, confused.

Caboose: "Oh, are we playing a game? Can I play?"

He asked in a child-like tone, making the rest of the girls confused as to why he wasn't panicking or fighting back. And more importantly, why the hell did he think this was a game? These were questions that came right out of Queen Tyuule's head as she approached them, kneeling down and getting close to their face as they studied every feature of them. Or, whatever she could study since they could barely even comprehend what he even was.

Tyuule: "Who... What, are you?"

Caboose: "Oh, my name is-"

Doc: "Caboose!"

Another voice cried out from the strange contraption, followed by a set of footsteps as the purple and white knight came through the brush. The one in aqua had her black staff pointed at them. But instead of Caboose getting attacked, they found him being held down by a large group of bunny girls.

Doc: "Um... Hi?'

O'Malley: "Dang it! Caboose already has a harem after him. Now I lost my bet with Grif!'

Doc: "W-Wait, you made a bet with Grif, since when?"

Carolina: "Can you both shut up!?"

Shouted Carolina as she put her DMR away, walking slowly toward the group of girls with her hands up while Doc just gulped and stayed back. The Warrior Bunnies focused their attention on the approaching white knight, with some still holding down Caboose who was confused about what was going on.

Carolina: "Easy now, we're not going to hurt you. My name is Agent Carolina of the New Federation. The purple person back there, his name is Doc, or, O'Malley. And over there is-"

Caboose: "Hello! My name is Michael J. Caboose!"

He said out loud, making some of the girls chuckle at his childish behavior and innocence. It even made Queen Tyuule smile a little. She quickly shook her head put on a neutral expression and walked toward Jensen, accompanied by her guards as they each took a position on her sides.

She stopped just a few feet before Carolina, who still had her hands up. The two stared at each other for a moment, staring at each other's eyes/visor before finally.

Queen Tyuule: "... I am Queen Tyuule of the Warrior Bunny Tribes. Leader of all of those in the surrounding area or... What's left of it anyway... Just what exactly are your intentions here?"

Carolina put her arms down and took a deep breath, Queen Tyuule's guards glared at her, making sure no sudden moves were made by the white knight as they stared at her yellow visor.

Jensen: "Simple. My superiors wish to talk with you about your war against the Empire and we want to help."

Everyone froze the moment those words came out of her mouth. Help? Finally? After all this time, when they were on their last legs, help just finally arrived. Queen Tyuule contemplated for a moment what this "Agent Carolina" just said. Did their messengers finally come through? If so, who did they bring, and how powerful were these new allies? And most importantly, what did they want in return? Queen Tyuule kept a neutral expression as both excitement and worry clouded her mind as she was about to speak. Not that it was tricking Carolina, she could already tell.

Tyuule: "I-I'm sorry, did you just say you're here to help us?"

Carolina nodded.

Tyuule: "I see... If so, I'm guessing one of our messengers arrived in your kingdom. From where do you hail from 'Agent Carolina.' Because I have never heard of or seen anyone from a 'New Federation."

She asked, getting a little skeptical about Carolina's story.

Carolina: "Well, I can tell you more about ourselves. That is if you're willing to come with us. We can arrange a meeting with our superiors right now. Besides, I'm sure your troops on the frontlines want to see you."

Queen Tyuule looked at her, confused until her eyes widened in realization.

Tyuule: "You know about Feka?"

She asked, to which Carolina responded with a shrug.

Carolina: "If that's what you call the place where you warriors were making their last stand, yes, that place. I wasn't there when our forces saved yours, but I can take you there to talk with our leader and your remaining forces about the battle. Caboose here actually took part in it, I would tell him to explain what happened but..."

They both turned around to see Caboose scratching the ears of two Warrior Bunnies, to which the girls were blushing from embarrassment and giggling at how good it felt and how childish he was. Meanwhile, Tyuule was thinking about what just happened. A new faction had arrived during the fighting happening at Feka right now. They could be lying about it, but if they were truly hostile, they would have attacked her immediately. She and her people do need all the help they can get, and this "New Federation" seemed to be both well-equipped and trained, courtesy of Agent Carolina's behavior and the metal contraption. Plus, "Caboose" was too childlike and innocent to be a hostile soldier, everyone could tell that.

Tyuule: "OK then, I shall join you and your companions to Feka. But I request I bring my people with me for safety reasons of course. I do not think you are here to deceive us, but just in case."

Carolina nodded and motioned to Doc, who nodded and ran back to the green contraption.

Carolina: "OK then, Doc is going to message our superiors about your acceptance of our offer. Meanwhi-"

Tyuule: "W-Wait, what do you mean he's going to tell your leaders about our answer to your offer? We're about over 2 leagues away from Feka though. Is he some sort of mage?"

Carolina shook her head.

Carolina: "No, it's just the fruit of advanced technology. Oh, and just a few questions. How are you guys about flying?"

She asked, making everyone look at her, confused.

Warrior Bunnies: "Huh?"

Timeskip is brought to you by Chibi Warrior Bunnies getting fed carrots from Chibi Caboose.

The scene changes to a pair of wyverns that were part of a patrol gracefully flying through the wind through the bright blue sky, not having a care in the world as they fly high above the treetops and green valleys of the lands below them. Without any riders to guide them, they just aimlessly flew wherever the wind blew them. They never really experienced this before. They were born right in the Empire's stables and were trained from birth to be mounted by riders and to be used as weapons of war. Sure, they still had some armor that hadn't flaked off from enemy fire and their saddles, but it would only be a matter of time before it all wore down and they could be free of the human craftmanship that was all over their body. Besides, it's not like they'll be needing it any time soon since their rider's bodies became red mist as they were pelted with strange glowing lights before they fell off their rides and onto the ground below where they became nothing but a pile of flesh and bone.

But it's not like they cared anyway, they had other things to worry about. Such as how to hunt for fresh food, what other predators were out there, and the pair of Pelicans that were right behind them, which they reacted by flying to the side in an opposite direction, which thankfully, the rest of the pelicans didn't follow. Inside one of them, however, was Queen Tyuule as she looked outside the pilot's cockpit and watched the wyverns disappear out of sight.

Pilot #1: "Enjoying the view?"

The pilot asked as she chuckled at her amazement, to which Tyuule responded with a small nod, holding the pair of headphones close to her ears as she tried to adjust the pads and mic.

Tyuule: "I-It is... Astonishing to say the least. Just how does such a machine fly on its own? The iron needed alone to even make one surely exceeds the Empire's daily supply from their mines itself!"

The pilot looked at her copilot, who just gave her a shrug before she looked back at her.

Pilot #1: "Well, I don't know the blueprints of this baby by memory ma'am. But what I can tell you is this thing is old. We have a few D79s back at base, but they're being used for more important stuff like the attack on an Imperial compound last night. Still, even though it's old, it gets the job done."

Tyuule just nodded as she thought over their words in her mind on a loop. The strange contraption they were just on was considered "Old" by their standards. But it was beyond anything her people, even the Empire could even comprehend. She thought that coming with them would give her some answers, but this just opened up even more questions, ones she knew she had to. Just who were these people and how powerful are they!?

Pilot #2: "Ma'am? Ma'am?"

Tyuule quickly shook her head as she snapped out of whatever trance she was in and looked down at the pilot.

Pilot #2: "Sorry for disturbing whatever thinking process you had there, but we need you to sit down. We'll be landing soon."

She silently nodded as she went back to the main body of the pelican, where she found the rest of her warriors sitting on seats lined up on the sides of the contraption as she took one herself. She sighed as she looked at her warriors, silently chatting about the events that led up to now. Some said that the gods were finally merciful, sending down their warriors to assist them in their time of need. Some were even talking with the one known as "Caboose," asking them questions like who were they, did the gods send them, and what was going to happen to them. To which their response was "Oh, we're going to save some bunnies from bad people!" From that, they all were laughing and chuckling at his response since it reminded them of the male Warrior Bunnies when they were young, so innocent and full of joy, just how did such a man even become like this? What's best was that his mind was still as young as a toddler, even when a few of them offered to... Pay with their bodies for their help, he was confused, politely saying no since he "Played with dolls before and was banned from them since he destroyed his sister's entire set." Which made them laugh even more, finding his childish and innocent demeanor refreshing from the hostile Imperials they have been fighting for the past few years. The thought alone made her smile as she chuckled, wondering if this was what would happen if humans and demi-humans worked together.

Warrior Bunny #1: "Is something the matter ma'am?"

She shook her head, trying not to smile while looking at one of her guards.

Tyuule: "No, just... Wondering if this is what could have been."

She said, motioning to Caboose, who was feeding carrots to some of the girls while petting one, who somehow fell asleep on his shoulder.

Warrior Bunny #1: "Don't worry ma'am, I'm sure they want to help us. Maybe we can ensure a future like this for our future generations."

She said, making Tyuule smile a little from her guard's words of encouragement. She nodded as the PA system went off, a slight ding filled the entire cabin, making everyone except Carolina look up at the small speaker as one of the pilot's voices started to be heard.

Pilot #2: "Ladies and gentlemen, ladies and gentlemen, we'll be approaching our descent into New Armonia. And since we have some new guests with us, I will be opening the back ramp to let them see the sights. Please stay buckled in your seats because I do not want to deal with the paperwork of another passenger falling out. Thank you!"

The PA system went silent as the back ramp started to lower itself down, scaring a few of the girls as they held on tight to each other and the metal railings. The cool breeze of fresh air rushing in and out, the light from the sun quickly flooding into the dark cabin, forcing them to use their hands to block it out. Finally, their eyes eventually adjusted, and what they saw before them might as well have been the city that the gods had lived in themselves.

(Please imagine it's clear, bright and sunny out)

They were shocked at what they saw in front of them, towers of metal and glass were all over the place as if it was a common thing to these people. Other strange metal contraptions were flying around in the sky, with two of them escorting the one they were in. Tyuule could even see more humans in the cockpits wearing the same white armor as their pilot was, with one of them waving, to which Caboose waved back while yelling out "Hi!" to them. Below, they saw hundreds and hundreds of soldiers in white and gray, riding strange horseless carriages as they went from place to place. However, some of the contraptions were even more confusing when they saw ones that were smoother and sleek, compared to their large and blocky counterparts. The same for the armored soldiers, some carried black staffs, similar to the one that the aqua knight was equipped with, while others carried colorful, strange-looking ones, which looked foreign and out of place. What caught their eye was when they looked up, and what they saw was something they could only describe as godlike. Above them was a large dagger-shaped pillar, clad in gray with various lights blinking all over it. On its side was crudely painted "N.F. Donald Doyle." Making the girls wonder, who was Donald Doyle and what importance he had to these people to make them name him after such a marvel.

The two pelicans that were escorting them broke off in separate directions as they went closer to the bottom of the strange vessel, where a large opening could be seen from the bottom. They went into the opening, passing some sort of blueish field before they settled down on some sort of bay. Inside, various white-armored soldiers were moving everywhere with purpose. Carrying various crates, weapons, and objects that befuddled the Warrior Bunnies even more. They got out of their seats and collected themselves, trying to look professional despite their shock and awe from just looking at where they were.

Pilot #2: "Alright ladies, welcome to the N.F. Donald Doyle. Please follow the nice agent and her friends and you'll have a good time here. We thank you for flying on New Federation Airlines and we hope to see you later. Now, get off my ship!"

He said, making everyone get off as quickly as possible, except Caboose who was waving goodbye before he got off, and Carolina who walked out. They watched as the back of the pelican close up, before it quickly hovered off the ground and started to fly out, diving down as it disappeared out of their view. They were staring blankly at the blueish field before Carolina cleared her throat, drawing their attention back to her.

Carolina: "Well, follow me please, and keep close. I'll bring you to the bridge where you can meet our leadership."

They nodded as they followed her through the hallways of such a strange place, getting glances from other crew members and soldiers as they passed them. But not hateful or disgusted glances like what they expected from the Empire. Even with the helmets covering their faces, they could tell they were curious and surprised by their appearance, no malice could be felt from them. Some of the crew members seemed pretty excited that they were even there before they ran somewhere else, which surprised them even more. But what was most concerning was the amount of activity going on. If these were crew members, then this was some sort of flying ship. And although she had never been in one, she had heard stories of those who have gotten into naval battles, and how chaotic but organized it got when they were about to enter battle. So the question remained, what were they preparing for?

Scene changes to Kimball at the bridge of the N.F. Donald Doyle

Kimball: "How are we on the preparations Santa?"

She asked, taking the last sip of coffee from her twentieth cup, and throwing it away into a nearby trash bin that was overflowing and on the verge of collapsing.

Santa: "The ship is at 85% operational combat status. Missle pods and guns are almost fully loaded, and supplies are expected to be loaded and secure in about fifteen minutes. But I do suggest you take a break ma'am, you haven't gotten proper rest ever since you negotiated with the forces at Feka."

Kimball: "I'll rest after our meeting Santa, don't worry. So stop worrying about me, got it?"

Santa: "... I understand."

Kimball: "Good, and what about our forces at Feka?"

Santa: "They are already digging in and have set up a defensive perimeter around the city, additional defenses have been set up, consisting of materials, Scorpions, and Warthogs, and five hundred troops have just arrived to reinforce our position.

Kimball: "Good, and what about local forces?"

Santa: "The surviving local forces are already being looked at by our field medics. Some just have bruises and cuts but should be able to recover with just a few weeks of rest. The rest however are severely wounded. I highly suggest more medical aid be sent to their position, as well as Dr. Gray, despite her... Questionable background, her medical expertise will be beneficial to their recovery. After she is done treating the girls from the Imperial compound of course. So for now, I suggest more medical personnel be sent there as soon as possible."

Kimball: "Yeah, yeah, just make sure those girls stay alive. I'm not letting even a single one of them die at the hands of those monsters, even if it's the last thing I do. Now, what's the word on the Warrior Bunny delegation?"

Santa: "They have already arrived onboard the N.F. Donald Doyle ma'am. They should be arriving in five. Four. Three. Two. One."

She turned around just in time to see the doors to the bridge open, revealing Agent Carolina, Caboose, and Doc. Followed by a group of girls in strange outfits, wearing face paint and feathers, as well as they were armed with knives, short swords, and other primitive weaponry.

Kimball: 'So these must be the Warrior Bunnies.'

She thought to herself, her eyes wandering to a small group of girls wearing a different uniform than the rest, with another girl in the middle of them, wearing much more elegant clothing and bearing white fur as she looked at the bridge with the rest of her comrades.

Kimball: "And she must be the leader that I'm hearing a lot about. Queen Tyuule, right?"

She muttered under her breath, which prompted Santa to talk to her within her helmet's radio system.

Santa: "Correct. If I remember correctly, she was supposed to meet up with the forces in Feka for a final stand to buy time for her remaining people to escape from what the remaining Warrior Bunnies told me. But as you can tell, she's a day late."

Kimball: "Think she had second guesses about going to help her people?"

Santa: "I do not believe so. From what I've heard, she has led many charges head-first and come out alive and most of the time, unscathed. We have been getting reports of multiple Imperial patrols within the region, which could explain her prolonged arrival time."

Kimball: "Makes sense. I remember when we did the same during the Civil War... Lost a lot of good people due to delays..."

Santa: "I'm sorry to hear that ma'am."

Kimball: "It's fine. Let's just give this over with so I can fucking sleep."

Santa: "Agreed."

He said as Kimball made her way toward the delegation, followed by two guards of her own. The Warrior Bunnies stopped looking around as Kimball and her guards made their way to them, tensing up as they formed around Tyuule.

Kimball: "... I am President Kimball of the New Federation. Welcome aboard the Donald Doyle your highness. I guess the ride here was nice, right?"

She asked, bowing down a little which made the queen a little confused.

Tyuule: "You don't have to show such respect to a lower-class person, such as myself."

Kimball: "Well, we like to be a little nice and humble to our guests, especially to those who we want as allies."

Tyuule just nodded in response, a little relieved that the person in charge was a girl as well. Even with her intimidating look, she seemed civilized, more civilized than any of the messengers the Empire had sent to them.

Tyuule: "It's a pleasure to meet you, madam. It's even a greater honor to be onboard the flying pillar of iron. Just what kind of marvel is it?'

Kimball: "Oh, this old thing? It's one of the ships we're using for now."

Tyuule: "Ship? I-I've heard galleons and such from tales that merchants bring to us, such as the Empire's navy. I never thought a ship could ever fly. I'm guessing this is your flagship, correct?"

Kimball chuckled a little from Tyuule's presumption.

Kimball: "Um, not exactly. It's our only ship for now. We commandeered it from a rival faction during a civil war of ours a while back. It might be old, but trust me, it's not the best ship we have or make, but it gets the job done.

Tyuule and the rest of her people were shocked. This ship is truly a marvel, there's no denying it. But if this "ship" was truly "old" this means that there are more powerful ones out there, even if this is their only one for the time being.

Tyuule: "I-I see... Well then, shall we start discussing why we're here? As much as I would love to learn much more about such a ship, time is ticking for me and my people. Time which we cannot afford to lose."

Kimball nodded in understanding.

Kimball: "Follow me please."

She said as she and Tyuule, as well as their delegation and guards. They walked to a strange, glowing blue table covered in metal. She admired it for a while before she brushed the thought aside and looked at Kimball dead in the eyes.

Tyuule: "Let us skip the formalities for now. I, Queen Tyuule of the Warrior Bunnies, would like to ask who you are, and what businesses you have here in our land. As much as I want to continue this discussion, I have places to be right this moment."

Santa: "There is no reason to be in such a hurry madam..."

A voice came from the PA system, making the entire Warrior Bunny delegation look around confused before Santa revealed himself, making all of them back away in fear as they thought it was one of the gods.

Santa: "Apologies for scaring you all, but have no fear. I am simply an assistant for Ms. Kimball. As for your people in Feka, we have already told you that they're safe and sound. And our forces are doing the best they can to help and care for them."

Tyuule just stared at him for a while, still getting over the shock at his appearance, before she cleared her throat and composed herself once more.

Tyuule: "I-I see... Thank you for assuring t-the safety of my p-people, but can I ask... Who... What are you?"

Santa looked at Kimball for a moment, to which she nodded, permitting him to answer their question.

Santa: "As I said before, I am just an assistant for President Kimball and her people. My past creators have given me names, that I have forgotten long ago, but you may call me Santa, as the most recent victor has named me.

Tyuule: "Santa?"

Santa: "Yes, Santa."

Tyuule: "And, who is the victor who won you?'

Santa: "One who is a true warrior, one who can stare at danger and laugh, one who could fight death and win, and one whose heart never allows fear. And that person being... Caboose"

Caboose: "What?"

Santa: "Nothing to worry about Caboose, I was just talking about you."

Caboose: "Oh, OK."

Meanwhile, the rest of the girls, mainly Tyuule, were shocked by how a person who seemed so kind and innocent was such a warrior. What has he done to deserve such a title? Defeat powerful opponents? Monsters? Or worse?

Santa: "Ma'am? Ma'am?"

Tyuule was snapped out of her thinking trance once more as she looked at Santa

Tyuule: "Y-Yes, yes, I'm fine, sorry. Please, continue."

Santa: "... Of course. President Kimball, if you may."

Kimball: "Of course. Your Highness, a few days ago, our scouts found evidence of fighting between you and the Empire in various war zones. When we found out about the conditions of your people in Imperial hands... Well, let's just say that a few of us got relied up and wanted them to have a taste of their own medicine. Especially at Feka when we decided to intervene."

Tyuule: "I see... I thank you for your assistance. If not for you, our people would have surely died. But I must ask, why did you help us? You do you've incurred the Empire's wrath, correct?"

Kimball chuckled.

Kimball: "Trust me, Your Highness, we've gone through worse. But that's not why we're here today."

Tyuule: "Then... Why are we here."

Kimball: "Simple. When we found out about your situation, we all agreed to help you out the best we can. Hence we brought you here. We would like to sign a treaty and a mutual defense pact with you and your people."

She nodded to someone nearby, and the said person brought a few papers onto the table. Tyuule and her group looked at the papers, surprised by how well drawn the letters were, so small yet clear, and even in their language!

Tyuule: "And if we sign it, what do we get, and more importantly, what do you get in return?"

She asked, narrowing her eyes at them as he got a little suspicious about their offer. No offer this good couldn't come at a price

Kimball: "Well, first of all, you and your people will be under our protection. If you were under attack by another sovereign nation, we would come to your aid no matter what. We will also be open to trading with you, weaponry, resources, and information about ourselves.

Tyuule: "So... In exchange for your strange magic and such, what do you want?"

Santa: "Simple."

He suddenly spoke up, showing a small map in thin air, catching their attention on how such a thing could even exist.

Santa: "First, we wish for knowledge of this world and its history. As well as how some certain... Properties work. Second, we wish for territorial rights around our cities, as well as a few uninhabited areas that we plan to use for mining resources and setting up farms and such. Lastly, we wish for information about this Empire. In return, we'll give you what we've listed in the forms below."

Kimball: "If you have any questions about the treaty or anything, let us know, we'll be happy to talk about it so it could be to your liking.

They said, wrapping up their terms and leaving Tyuule to her own devices. She thought about what they were offering, and what they wanted in return. They were civilized enough to let her even ask or change whatever in the treaty. They promised military support and aid, something that she and her people desperately needed if they were to rebuild. And there was no denying that they were a powerful force. One that could rival the Empire. And all they wished for in return was information and land? And more importantly, not her land, nor her people. It was too good to be true, almost too good that she almost broke into a large smile.

Tyuule: "... I agree with the terms of the treaty, but I have a few questions."

Santa: "And what would they be Your Highness?"

Tyuule: "First of all, why do you need information about ourselves and the world? Shouldn't it be common knowledge to you, surely?"

Kimball and Santa looked at each other for a moment.

Kimball: "Well... We're not sure how to explain to you ma'am, but we're not exactly... From here..."

Kimball said before she was interrupted as a crew member whispered something in her ear, while Tyuule looked at them, confused.

Tyuule: "I don't understand. Do you mean you come from another part of the continent or another part of the world?"

Kimball: "We'll get to that, but we got another problem. Santa, if you will."

Santa nodded as he disappeared from sight from the holo-table. Just then, another figure popped up into the air, one that wore the same armor as the first three that they met, but was clad in light blue and was armed with a storage sword of light.

Tucker: "C'mon, c'mon, ha, aha! Yeah! Finally, I told you I'd get a connection Wash- Oh, hey Kimball, me and the guys have been trying to talk to you about-"

He stopped talking when he noticed Tyuule and her people.

Tucker: Whistles "Kimball, I didn't know you had guests, why don't you introduce me to your friends of yours?"

Kimball sighed as she facepalmed (Or visor-palmed), Carolina sighed out loud, Doc groaned from it, and Santa blocked Caboose's audio receivers.

Kimball: "Tucker... This is Quuen Tyuule of Warrior Bunnies. Your Majesty, this is Tucker, a member of the Reds and Blues."

Tyuule: "It is an honor to meet you, Sir Tucker."

She said, bowing a little.

Tucker: "Pffth, no need for the fancy shit your highness. Say, I heard your people are rabbits, want to come over and have some carrots? I got some big ones right here."

Tyuule looked at him, confused, but before she could ask what he meant by that, he was pushed off-screen as another individual walked in his place, wearing similar armor as theirs, but clad in all black and yellow.

Washington: "Sorry about him Kimball."

Kimball: "It's fine Agent Washington. Your Highness, this is Agent Washington, another member of the Reds and Blues."

Washington looked at Tyuule and nodded, before looking back at Kimball.

Washington: "It's a pleasure to meet you ma'am, but I think the fancy greetings and introductions have to wait. Kimball, we got a situation over here."

Kimball looked at him as Tyuule observed the situation, even though she didn't show it, she felt Kimball's expression change to one of fear and concern.

Kimball: "What is it?"

Washington: "Well, we sent out some scouts on mongooses with a few Warrior Bunnies who wanted to help a few hours ago, and they just reported a large mass of troops en route to our position. I sent a pelican to confirm this and we just got eyes on them, sending you the footage now."

He said as a small holographic screen appeared, showing at first nothing but clouds and the blue sky. The camera then lowered down toward the ground, and what they saw was shocking. Columns and columns of Imperial troops, all lined up as far as they could see. But what concerned Kimball and her people were the large, green giants wearing metal armor and armed with large axes and mallets walking side-by-side with them, at least twenty could be confirmed by the pilot as he focused the camera on them.

Kimball: "What the fuck are those things!?"

She said, letting out a small outburst before she cleared her throat and composed herself after her sudden outburst in front of everyone.

Washington: "We don't know, we're getting the tanks and MGs into position, but we really need to know what the fuck we're dealing with over here. The chain guns on the Warthogs could barely kill the wyverns unless we aimed for their riders or specific places and I don't want to find out if tank shells can take on one of these green guys or not."

Tyuule: "You mean orges?"

Everyone stopped and looked at her.

Kimball: "You know what these things are?"

Tyuule: "A decent amount, yes. I read about them in my family's library. They're mainly brutes, but they can think like an average person. The Empire mainly uses them during sieges and large-scale battles, or when battling a monster."

Washington: "OK... But why the hell would he send those things toward us? Sarge made sure that no messengers could warn anyone about our forces."

Tyuule: "... I think I know..."

She muttered as she went up to the holo table, looking at the screen as her eyes scanned the footage of the pelican.

Tyuule: "Could you tell your mages to look for a man with blonde hair, if I remember correctly, most of the generals should be with him, as well as banners of the Empire's flag."

Kimball nodded as she relayed the same instructions to the pilot. The camera then started to scan the columns until it found what it was looking for. A young man with blonde hair and expensive clothing was located near the front of the line, his face high and proud with a smirk on it. More soldiers, presumably officers, and generals, were right by his side as flag bearers held their nation's flag high and proud.

Tyuule: "Tsk, just I suspected. Of course, it's him who's sadistic enough to bring orges just to humiliate us. Typical..."

She said, her voice full of spite and hidden rage.

Washington: "I'm guessing that you two have a history together?"

Tyuule chuckled, breaking into a small, sinister grin that had everyone who saw it a little uneasy

Tyuule: "Well, a little more than history. That man is Price Zorzal. If I remember correctly, he's the next in line for the throne. He's the reason why me and my people are suffering, he even offered to 'spare' my people if I became his... Concubine, but I refused since it's known that he doesn't honor his word."

Santa: "I see, so to put it frankly, he's your rival?"

Tyuule nodded

Tyuule: "Yes, he had been conquering smaller non-human kingdoms around us before he set his sights on our kingdom. He claims that it was 'to spread civility to barbarian nations,' but in reality, he was just trying to satisfy his urge to conquer and pillage. Thousands upon thousands of people have already fallen to his army. The men being sold into slavery, as for the women... Well, let's just say that death was the mercy they all deserved..."

Everyone just stared at her, and even with their masks and helmets, she could tell what she just said made their blood boil as they gripped the weapons that they always carried (For some odd reason) harder than before.

Washington: "So, we're dealing with a blood-thirsty and womanizer of a conqueror with a superiority complex. Kimball, permission to bring the prince down a peg or two."

Kimball: "Permission granted. Oh, and also, Agent Washington."

Washington: "Yes ma'am?"

Kimball: "Don't kill them all, leave some of the fun for us."

She said, a hint of joy laced around her words as Washington nodded a response before he disconnected the call, disappearing from the holo-table.

Kimball: "Santa, how much longer until the slipspace drive is repaired."

Santa: "The ship will be slipspace capable in about fifteen minutes."

Kimball: "Good, I want everyone ready the moment we can go into slipspace. I want to give this bastard prince a little welcoming gift."

Santa nodded as he disappeared as well. Then, Kimball turned to Tyuule, who was confused about what was going on.

Tyuule: "Your Highness-"

Kimball: "No need for fancy words Your Highness, you can just call me Kimball."

Tyuule: "R-Right, Ms. Kimball, pardon me for asking, but what is happening? Even with this metal flying ship, the Empire's wyvern corps will tear you to pieces if your ship could even survive against their mages."

Kimball chuckled.

Kimball: "Don't worry Your Highness, we have everything covered, though, I have just one question for you and your people."

Tyuule: "And it is?"

Kimball: "How much do you want to swipe that fucking smirk off the prince's face?"

Scene change brought to you by Chibi Carolina kicking Chibi Zorzal in the balls.

Sarge: "Go! Go! Go! Keep moving it you maggot! Don't make me use my shotgun you sad excuse of a soldier!"

Grif: "Sarge, I know you're supposed to get everyone as fast as you can to their positions, but do you have to yell at me ONLY!?"

Sarge: "What? Don't be ridiculous Grif! I'm only yelling at you since you're the only one that needs it! I got to get your lazy ass to where it needs to be before the enemy arrives! We need every soldier ready so we can deliver maximum punishment to those basterds degrading the color red!"

Grif: "Then why aren't you yelling at anyone else to fucking hurry! You didn't even give Bob an ass-chewing! And everyone does that! Even Simmons!"

Bob: "What did I do?"

Everyone: "Shut it Bob!"

Bob: "Awww..."

Sarge: "Because at least Bob knows what's going on and he's doing his part! Unlike you when you were eating right when we were about to get attacked by an enemy force!"

Grif: "Oh give me a break, I haven't eaten since last night!"

Sarge: "Why you-"

Simmons: "Sarge!"

Simmons called out as he ran to them, drawing their attention toward him.

Sarge: "What is it, Simmons? And it better be good, because I was about to Grif another beating!"

Grif: "Hey!"

Simmons: "Sorry to bother you sir, but Wash asked me to find you and bring you to the HQ. He said he wants to talk to you about the enemy force."

Sarge: "Huh? I'm guessing he finally approved the idea of sending the captured enemy back to their people with remote explosives? About time he came to his senses."

Simmons: "Um... Not exactly sir. He said he needed you for... Talking about diplomacy..."

Sarge just stared at him, before he finally... Well... To put it lightly... Snapped.

Sarge: "What the hell!? Why on God's favorite taco stand would he think I would help him talk with our enemies in... Fake red!? Just what the hell is he thinking!?"

He asked as he ran past Simmons and went into a full sprint, maneuvering past all the soldiers, vehicles, equipment, and even Warrior Bunnies who were not wounded that were helping around. He finally made it to a large tent and went inside, revealing the Reds and Blues that didn't go with Carolina, and some of the Warrior Bunnies.

Washington: "Ah, Sarge, just the man I was looking for. Hey, I was wondering if-"

Sarge: "Cut the sweet talk Agent Washington! You better have a good explanation why Simmons told me you want me to 'talk" to the enemy!" Especially since they decided to desecrate the color red by being womanizers and pillagers! That's everything the Red Army that I served back in the day was against!"

Tucker: "Red Army? Sarge, the entire war was just a hoax, you know that, right? Or is your age finally catching up to you and you finally got dementia."

Sarge: "Shut it Blue!"

Washington: "Look, Sarge, I know you hate diplomacy and all of that but-"

Sarge: "But nothing! I am not going to be denied the opportunity the wipe fake red scum off this planet! And there is nothing you can do to change my mi-"

Deliah: "And he's the one who's supposed to save us?"

Sarge stopped his rambling when he noticed the three girls inside the tent. And more importantly, what they just said.

Sarge: "Wait, what."

Washington: "... If you let me finish, I need you and Tucker to go out to this Prince Zorzal and 'negotiate' with him, try to get him to turn back and."

Sarge: "... OK, but why do you want me and the failing playboy to talk with this Zorzu?"

Washington: "Zorzal."

Sarge: "Same thing."

Washington: "It isn- Look, we may have advanced technology and all of that, but this Zorzal is coming toward us with about ten thousand troops and about four dozen orges."

Sarge: "Orges? Dang it! Now I own Grif ten bucks!"

Washington: "Yes Sarge, orges, and I really don't want to find out what they can do, and we only have about five hundred soldiers here to defend this position and the remaining people here. Even with advanced and superior firepower, if they overrun us with their numbers, we're all dead."

Sarge thought over Washington's words for a moment, thinking about what was at stake. He then looked at the girls, which reminded him of when he was still in the Red Army, and thought he was protecting people like her from dangers that only he could protect them from.

Sarge: "... Alright, I'll do it... But I just got two questions."

Washington: "What are they?"

Sarge: "First, how in Sam Hell did you manage to get the bluetard to agree with this?"

Donut: "Oh, it was simple really, I just threatened to show everyone his browser history!"

Tucker: "You didn't need to say that Donut!"

Donut: "Oh, sorry, don't worry, I'm into the same things as well!"

Everyone (except the Warrior Bunnies but they somewhat had an idea) groaned out loud.

Sarge: "... Moving on, why do you need me and Tucker to do this? Shouldn't you or someone else do it?"

Washington: "Oh, simple, since talking or arguing with you guys is like talking to a brick wall, I thought it would be a good idea for you guys to stall him instead of us."

Sarge and Tucker: "Hey!"

Scene change brought to you by Chibi Tucker and Sarge beating up Chibi Zorzal

The plains of what used to belong to the Warrior Bunny Tribes were barren with signs of war. Crops that used to be plentiful were now barren and destroyed. Villages and towns that were once prosperous and full of life were now destroyed and only showed signs of death. Bodies littered the fields where fighting took place, both Warrior Bunny and Imperial. Their armor and weapons were broken and shattered, their bodies mutilated and broken from the harsh fighting that took place. And yet, the soldiers that were now marching down the road were still marching, trying their best to not pay any mind to the carnage that was just beside them and keep their eyes forward. But that was a hard thing to do when the smell of death lingered in the air.

Imperial Soldier #1: "By Emroy... W-What in the god's name happened here?"

Imperial Soldier #2: "This is... Sickening... G-Gods, I'm going to t-throw up."

Imperial Officer #1: "What's wrong? You sissies never seen war before?"

Imperial Soldier #2: "N-No sir, not a-at all."

Imperial Officer #1: "Pfft. Of course, you noble-class soldiers always act like women the moment you witness your first taste of war. Now shut it, before I have to report your words to the prince, and you don't want that, right?"

He asked, a sly grin appearing on his face as the two soldiers shook their heads, frightened by his threat as he chuckled at their fear.

Imperial Officer #1: "Good, now, forward gentlemen! We must avenge our brothers in arms against the barbaric Warrior Bunnies! Forward!"

And with that, the soldiers, both veteran and conscript cheered, raising their weapons high into the sky as their morale boosted greatly, almost ignoring the carnage and scenes of war around them. The orges did the same, raising their clubs and axes into the air as they let out roars that shook the ground beside them until their human captors had to calm them down from accidentally killing one of their own. Meanwhile, the demi-humans and the elves that were forcefully conscripted into the army stayed silent, not taking part in the cheering as their mood worsened from the cheers of those who forced them to fight innocent races.

Imperial General #1: "Sir, the lesser races don't seem to be cheering. Do you want us to get them too?"

He asked with a sickening grin and a hearty laugh, slightly taking his sword out of his sheath, ready to strike a nearby unknowing elf who looked like she had seen way too much.

Zorzal: "... Don't, I need every soldier and meatshield we have for this assault. You can make do with whatever surviving barbarian there is left afterward, but for now, I don't want anyone to kill any of them."

The general sighed and put his sword back into his sheath, muttering something under his breath before he looked back at Zorzal with an angry and confused expression.

Imperial General #1: "Sir, with all due respect. I do not understand why you're so persistent today on sparing such disgusting filth. Just last week, you were enjoying yourself with 20 elven girls! What is with this sudden change? Don't tell me you're starting to feel sympathetic for these creatures!"

Zorzal sighed as he pinched the bridge of his nose before he looked at the general with a threatening glare, making him shrink back as his anger was all of a sudden replaced with sheer fear of speaking out of place.

Zorzal: "How dare you accuse me of feeling sympathy for these animals! If you weren't an important part of my campaign, I would have had you executed on the spot by my blade, your wife as my concubine, and your children my slaves! Do you understand me!?"

He yelled, the general becoming a bumbling mess as spit from Zorzal's mouth landed on his face, yet, he paid no attention to it as he was too afraid to even care about it

Imperial General #1: "I-I'm sorry sir, b-but I am j-just confused, t-that is all."

Zorzal calmed down at the sputtering mess the once prideful general was now, laughing at his pitiful state as he shook his head. Combing his hair to the back of his head with his hands as he chuckled.

Zorzal: "Good, you know your place, But if you must really know why protecting such filth."

He sheered as he looked at some of the demi-humans and elves behind him, making sure they could hear him nice and clearly. They looked back down at the ground, their bodies shaking in pure fear before he looked back at the general, his sick grin getting even wider and wider.

Zorzal: "It's simple. I want to inflict as much pain and suffering onto that Warrior Bunny whore in battle, make her kill her fellow savages before I take her in to by my... Let's just say my pet for now."

He said, laughing out loud into a large cackle. The other generals heard this and laughed with him as well, the air filled with their sadistic laughter. The nearby soldiers joined in as well, while everyone else was still and silent as they marched.

Imperial Officer #2: "Sire! Sire!"

Suddenly, a shout rang across the air, cutting everyone off as they saw a small scouting party return from its journey. Zorzal motioned for everyone to halt, with officers and generals yelling the same order as the entire line came to a stop. Zorzal urged his horse forward, meeting the scouting party in the middle with a happy and expectant look on his face.

Zorzal: "Ahh, and what news do you have to bear, my faithful servants? Is their army in shambles and ready to surrender? Did the queen see you and come to you and go onto her knees, begging for mercy?"

The scouts looked at each other, a little nervous and uncertain about how to answer his question. When Zorzal noticed this, he got confused, which made him irritated since no one was even bothering to answer his question.

Zorzal: "Well, what news do you have? Is that bitch still defiant? Do I need to force the words right out of your mouths with my sword? Answer me!"

The men looked at each other until the superior cleared his throat, making the men part like the Red Sea as he stood before the prince.

Imperial Officer #2: "S-Sir, I do apologize for my m-men's behavior. But w-we found something... D-Disturbing to s-say the least on the far outskirts of the city of Feka."

Zorzal: "... And what could be so disturbing that you decide not to answer me when I demand it?"

He asked, chuckling a little that these men were "weak" and whatever scared them was probably something he had seen or done already. The officer shouted out an order as two soldiers went to the back of the group and came back with what seemed to be a large burnt piece of meat and gently placed it on the ground. At first, he thought that it was just burnt food, but when he took a better look at it, it was a man, an Imperial soldier, with only one arm and leg left. His body was brutally mutilated and destroyed, and stumps that used to be his body were burnt, explaining how he was able to live for this long. The prince backed away, horrified at the sight before him. But he calmed down and collected himself, reminding himself that he was in front of his followers.

Zorzal: "Who... What is this?"

He asked in a calm voice, trying his best not to look shocked or disgusted by the sight.

Imperial Officer #2: "My liege, when I and my party were scouting ahead, what we found was a massacre of a battlefield. The entire field where we will enter into Feka is black and full of large holes as if a flame dragon has unleashed its fury there. Bodies were burnt to charcoal and were barely recognizable if it weren't for the armor they wore. And the ones that weren't burnt, their entire body was riddled with holes and their limbs were gone and all that was left were stumps."

Zorzal frowned at the news as he thought about what was just described. An entire Imperial army was wiped out by an unknown force. The news first reached the Generals, who were discussing what could have caused such a thing. Then the demi-humans and elves heard it and carried it along, as well as the Imperial troops. If they weren't disturbed by the scenes of warfare around them now, they were most definitely disturbed by what they were just told.

Zorzal: "And what about the Warrior Bunnies and Feka? Have they suffered the same fate as these troops?"

The officer shook his head.

Imperial Officer #2: "No sir, there were no Warrior Bunnies among the dead. And the only damage to Feka seemed to be inflicted by another Imperial army, but it seems that the Warrior Bunnies both survived the attack and were spared by whatever killed our men."

Zorzal frowned a little more when he heard the news. He looked at the burned corpse that was still breathing and went close to it, noticing one eye look at him, full of fear and terror on an imaginable scale that no man could ever comprehend.

Zorzal: "You. Who are you and what were you doing there? Because I most certainly did not order anyone to attack Feka until I arrived as well."

He said in a calm tone, a little angry that someone decided to go against his orders, but he wanted to know who destroyed them. Maybe he could thank them and offer them a place under his command.

Imperial Solider: "I-I-... W-Was with... L-Legatus G-Gallio... W-We were g-going t-to-... C-Crush t-the remaining W-Warrior B-Bunny resistance..."

He muttered out of his burning mouth, coughing a little blood while Zorzal looked at him with disdain. Of course, it was that bastard who decided to go against his orders and attack the Warrior Bunnies without his permission. Gallio was always rushing ahead without thinking, but he was always useful in some ways. At least he got what he deserved, which gave Zorzal some disclosure. He didn't ruin at least his surprise.

Zorzal: "What did you see? Was it a flame dragon? Did the Warrior Bunnies unleash a new weapon? Was it another kingdom? Answer me!"

He yelled, making the soldier flinch. He started to cry, his tears causing more pain, which caused more tears. In the end, he was a crying mess in pain.

Imperial Soldier: "M-Monsters! Monsters f-from on high! Monsters t-that would make the g-gods terrified! With t-their horrifying fireballs that destroy anything in t-their path! G-Golden lights t-that cut through i-iron like thin p-pieces of paper and turn anyone into fine r-red mist! Their f-flying gray chariots that played horrible music. A-And their m-machines. Oh gods! Their machines w-were the same! Killing everyone when we couldn't e-even get close and when we did, w-we were crushed like m-mere ants! And t-their soldiers! Their soldiers t-that carried black s-staffs and shot out invisible arrows that n-not even our shields could block! And t-the ones in c-color, t-they were the worse! P-Please! Someone k-kill me!"

He cried out as he started to shake, his mind, which was already in a fragile state, had finally been broken. He screamed like a madman, and yelled out warnings about "Iron wyverns" and "White Soldiers," but what really caught their attention was the "Knights in Red and Blue." The elites of the opposing army made everyone tremble in fear from what they heard. Weapons that spat out fireballs, a sword of light that cut through a man like it was paper, armor that was invincible to everything that they threw at, the deranged shouting of a purple madman. Everyone's nerves were slowly starting to take control of their bodies to run away from here when suddenly.

*SWISH*

The ramblings of a crazed man were instantly silenced with one blow, his head rolling off his body as it fell splat onto the ground, staining the blood with his crimson red blood. The nearby generals, officers, and soldiers looked away, some saying prayers, thanking the gods that the man's suffering had been put to an end. Zorzal got up and cleaned the blood off his sword with a rag before he put it back into his sheath. He looked at the body in disgust and walked up to his horse, getting on top of it as he looked at the captain of the scouting party.

Zorzal: "Throw the body away, let the wild animals do whatever they want with it. Let him be a reminder that I will not allow cowards and liars in my army! Now! Forward children of Sadern! Victory awaits us all!"

He shouted as he rode off, the column continuing as officers started to sing a song, the other soldiers joined in as they marched to the beat of it, all the while ignoring the burnt body on the side of the road. Some even spat on it as they went by it. Meanwhile, the generals by Zorzal's side were a little uneasy, which he noticed as he looked at them with a smirk on his face.

Zorzal: "Is something wrong? Don't tell me you got spooked by his silly ghost stories?"

He said with a hearty laugh, making some of them sweat a little by his uncaringness

Imperial General #1: "O-Of course not s-sire! But... A-Aren't you at least a little cautious about w-what he said? We could be walking into a trap for all we know."

Zorzal looked at the man with a blank look, making them fear that they had angered him greatly. But alas, the gods (Also known as the author) were being merciful and Zorzal simply laughed it off, shaking his head.

Zorzal: "My silly general, let me ask you this. How many times have the pathetic savages tried to pull a trick up their sleeves and use it against us."

Imperial General #1: "M-Multiple times sire."

Zorzal: "And how many times have we destroyed every petty attempt against our power?"

Imperial General #1: "E-Every time sire..."

Zorzal: "So, what do we have to worry about? We have mages that have come from Rondel itself, orges that have been bred to the Empire's finest standards, and the best of the Empire's Wyvern Corps! I do not know why you have such worries when victory is certainly in our hands!"

He exclaimed as he looked forward, the city about to be in sight as they were about to go over the ridge.

Zorzal: "And when I get it, I'll be sure to rub it in that bitch's face when I make her su-"

*BEEP BEEP BEEP*

His annoying monologue was thankfully cut off by the sound of horns blaring through the air. All the horses were startled as they bucked in the air, thankfully stopped from running away by their riders and nearby soldiers. Everyone looked up at the hill, a strange noise was slowly getting louder, the soldiers, generals, and Zorzal, readied their weapons, taking them out of their sheaths as they got ready for what was approaching. Suddenly, what they could only describe as a chariot clad in green iron emerged from the other side of the hill. The sun's rays reflected off its armor, adding to its awesome appearance. Two figures came from the chariot, both clad in strange armor that covered them head to toe. The only thing that wasn't iron was a strange piece of glass where there would be the face, except it covered the face entirely, preventing them from seeing any of their facial expressions. One of them, covered in red, came out of the strange chariot while another, one clad in blue, stayed inside. The red one stopped a few dozen meters away from them, holding a makeshift flag, which was just a spear that impaled a flag on top, and a strange black staff in his other hand.

Sarge: "Attention fake red team! I am Sergeant Sarge of the real Red Team! I demand that you and your red disgrace-wearing asses get out of here before I kick it to Valhalla! And then Zeus will send you back down so I can kick your asses again and again with the help of Jesus Christ and the Holy Spirit! Am I understood!?"

Everyone looked at each other, then at the strange red man, and there was one thought that everyone was thinking. Who the fuck is he and what the fuck is talking about?

Zorzal: "... I am Crown Prince Zorzal of the Empire. I have come here to bring peace and civility to this savage land. Stand down and submit to me or else there will be con-"

Tucker: "Hey! Sarge! What the fuck man!? you're supposed to represent all of us, not just the Reds. Plus, I think you started a new religion."

Zorzal: "Wha- How dare you interrupt me, you silly blue peasant! Get on your and beg for forgiveness or else I'll-"

Sarge: "Clam it blue! Don't you see I'm trying to intimidate the inferior... R-Re-Reds? Besides, I've done this before!"

Tucker: "Oh really? When? During your divorce with your hag of a wife over who gets custody of Simmons during the weekends?"

Zorzal: "I am speaking to you! Listen to me or I will have my men ma-"

Sarge: "That's a lot coming from the one who gave birth to an alien! Besides, you'll understand what child support will feel like because you banged the entire staff of the Donald Doyle! And not just the women!"

Tucker: "I- Look, just keep talking to them, and remember to talk to me using the helmet radio, I don't want these fellas to think we're wizards or some shit and attack us. They have mages themselves and I don't want to find out if they can summon fireballs or not."

Sarge: "Yeah, yeah. Whatever, this isn't over between us you womanizer bl-"

Zorzal: "SILENCE!"

The two of them stopped talking and turned around to see a fuming Zorzal stomp his feet to the ground, his sword in one hand while his other was clenched in a fist of rage. His entire face was red in anger, his teeth clenched so hard they thought they were going to break at any moment!

Tucker: "Um... You cool dude? I think you're sick or something, your entire face is all red and shit. Are you sick or something? You probably should get checked out. Have some soup or something like that. Oh, we have this cook with his, man makes great food, trust me, he'll make you feel better than a girl that's giving you-"

Zorzal: "I SAID SILENCE!"

Zorzal sneered, marching toward them a couple of steps before he stopped in from of Sarge just a few meters away from him.

Zorzal: "I am the Crown Prince Zorzal, next in line of the Empire's regime, and the bringer of peace and justice to these savage lands! I will not be stopped by rainbow soldiers who bicker like the common whore! Now I demand who you are and why I should spare your lives! Or else I will kill you and have you crucified in front of your families as I sell them into slavery!"

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Tucker: "He seems nice, right Sarge?"

Sarge: "He sure does! He even offered to get rid of my wife for me while giving me a bird's eye view of the entire thing! Not to mention a way to escape from her! Do I need to pay you to do it? I have access to Grif's wallet, will..."

He turns around and pulls out a small leather wallet, which surprised Zorzal with its craftsmanship alone, and pulls out a coupon and a few U.N.S.C. credits.

Sarge: "One, two three, four five. Will an expired coupon to Chick-fil-A and five U.N.S.C. dollars be enough to get rid of that witch?"

He asked, showing the crown prince his offer. But as expected, Zorzal shouted in anger and swatted the paper and credits out of Sarge's hands, the offer now on the green grass. Zorzal then brought up his sword and aimed it at Sarge's neck, his entire face covered in childish anger as a nasty scowl with malicious intent formed on his face.

Zorzal: "I am TIRED of these games you are playing with me! Tell me who you are and why you are here and I will assure you, your deaths will be quick and painless. Refuse, AND I WILL PERSONALLY CUT YOU UP AND HAVE YOU FED TO THE ORGES PIECE BY PIECE!"

Zorzal shouted, swinging his sword around Sarge trying to intimidate him, even tapping their helmet with the blunt side of the sword to add to the intimidation. But Sarge just stared at him, not even fazed by their threats. He looked back at Tucker, who just shrugged.

Sarge: "OK... As I said, I'm Sergeant Sarge of the Re- I mean the New Federation. And we were sent here to personally to, as I said, tell you all to go away and never come back."

The two stared each other down for a while, their gazes not being broken for any reason, before Zorzal finally broke into laughter, lowering his weapon as he laughed out loud. The rest of the generals slowly joined in, their laughter getting louder as they processed what he just said.

Zorzal: "Ah... OK, you're funny red man, I'll give you that. What you just said is the funniest joke I've ever heard in my entire life! Just how will a lone man, who is hopelessly outnumbered by thousands and thousands of troops, be expected to convince us all to just give up on our conquests?"

Sarge looked at him, then at the built-in clock in his helmet. He still had five minutes to stall and he was losing ground. So, he went with Plan B, taking a page out of Caboose's book.

Caboose: "What about me?"

I- Caboose! How did you get in here!?

Caboose: "The nice Russian man brought me here!"

Wha- Seeker!? Seeker, what the hell man!?

Seeker: "I brought comrade to see our original book. You know, the one you keep slacking on?"

I- Can you just please bring him back, and I'll work on it after this chapter, OK? I promise.

Seeker: "OK..."

He muttered dragging Caboose back into the main story.

Anyways, where was I? Oh yeah, Sarge still had about five minutes left to stall, so to fill up that time, he'll have to take a page out of Caboose's book and make a total fool of himself.

Sarge: "Because I said please?"

Zorzal: "Hah! Like I would ever- Wait what."

Sarge: "Because I said please?"

Zorzal: "I- What kind of pathetic excuse is that?"

Tucker: "Yeah. What the hell are you doing Sarge!? You're supposed to distract them. I mean, you are, but the way you're doing it is..."

Sarge: "Like how Caboose talks with us all the time?"

Sarge replied, muting himself as he talked with them again with the in-helmet radio.

Tucker: "Yeah, like Caboose. Like seriously, what do you expec- OHHH, now I get it!"

Tucker said as he got out of the Warthog and ran to Sarge's side, catching on to what he was doing.

Tucker: "Pretty please don't invade the nice bunny people, sir. I know a red someone who gives good head, maybe that could change your mind?

Well, we thought he knew what to do. Instead, he went down the wrong path, which is what Sarge thought as well and he slapped them on the back of their head

Sarge: "What the hell!?"

Tucker: "Agh! What the fuck man!"

Sarge: "Under no circumstances are you to have any of my men sell themselves! Not without payment that is! And if you want Grif, I want a soda!"

Tucker: "I- No! I was thinking about Donut!"

Sarge: "Oh... Then I want a million dollars!"

Tucker: "What!? Dude, I thought you wanted only a soda!"

Sarge: "Every member of Red Team has value, even Grif! Even if he's just worth a carbonated drink. Besides, his donuts are no joke."

Tucker: "Even the dildo ones?"

Zorzal: "THAT'S ENOUGH!"

The two turned toward Zorzal, who was already fed up with the bickering of these two soldiers. Just who did they think they were? To put their petty problems in front of his. Well, as modern people say, he was fed up with this shit.

Zorzal: "I. Crown Prince Zorzal of the Empire, declare you enemies of the great and glorious Empire! Your insolence is insufferable and shall be no more!"

He snapped his finger and walked back to his horse while deveryone pulled out their weapons, getting into battle stances as they were ready to lunge at Tucker and Sarge. He smirked as it grew into a cruel and sinister smile

Sarge: "Hold it!"

Zorzal put up his hand, motioning his men to stand down, but to be ready.

Zorzal: "What is it, red peasant? Finally ready to submit and beg for mercy?"

Sarge chuckled, shaking his head as he pulled out his shotgun. The soldiers quickly made a formation around Zorzal, deducting it was some sort of ranged weapon. Zorzal also thought about this and smirked.

Zorzal: "You fool, that crossbow of yours can't take all of us."

Sarge chuckled even more, laughing slightly at what they just said.

Sarge: "This ain't a crossbow son..."

*HHKK HHKK*

Sarge: "It's my boom stick."

Sarge quickly raises the shotgun into the air and lets off a shot, the sound ringing through the air and into every horse within the vicinity. Although they were trained by the Empire's standards of warfare-related sounds, they were not trained on how to respond to a standard U.N.S.C. buckshot shell wielded by a soldier who's mentally is just one of the many concerning minds of Red Team. All the horses within earshot of the round bucked in the air, panicking as a new sound had joined the fray. Their riders and other soldiers tried to calm them down, with few managing to do so successfully. The rest were... Not so lucky, one of them even being Zorzal himself as he was thrown off his horse, everyone went to his aid, asking him if he was OK. With their backs turned Sarge and Tucker made a break for the warthog, driving off before the Imperials could even react.

Zorzal: "Don't just stand there you fools! Get them and bring me their heads!"

He shouted, making the few soldiers still on their horses chase after the warthog with vengeance in their eyes.

Imperial Cav #1: "After them! Don't let them escape!"

Imperial Cav #2: "They've attacked the crown prince! Show them no mercy!"

Imperial Cav #3: "For the Emp- AGH!"

Sarge: "Shut it you red disgracing bastards!"

He shouted, firing his shotgun at the small group of calvery as they chased him, their anger clearly shown as they urged their horses faster and faster, pushing them to their edge as they tried to reach them. Which they never could. They even tried to fire arrows at the vehicle, hoping to at least injure and slow them down, but as you can expect, a primitive arrow going against a UNSC Warthog really doesn't work out for the side the arrow is on.

Sarge: "Wash! Wash! Wash, if you don't pick up the radio, I'll tell Donut to cook him his 'special' cookies for you!"

He screamed, racking another shell as he fired at them, not knowing if he hit one of them or not as he racked another.

Washington: "I'm here, what's the situation?"

Sarge: "I really hope you folks are ready! We got a hungry mob of soldiers coming at us faster than my entire family when my aunt Lorine said dinner was ready!"

Washington: "... Um... What?"

Tucker: "SARGE FUCKED UP AND THE ROMANS ARE COMING!"

Sarge: "Hey! You don't have to make it seem worse than what it actually is!"

Washington: "Then what did you do?"

Sarge: "Simple, me and Tucker did what we were supposed to do and stalled the prince."

Washington: "... And?"

Sarge: "... We fucked up..."

Washington: Sigh "Just get back here and get within the perimeter. We'll have to hold them off until Kimball gets here with reinforcements."

Kimball: "No need to worry guys."

Kimball's voice said as it cut through the radio, making Sarge and Tucker cheer as they reached the makeshift walls that surrounded the remains of Feka and turned around to see a large slipspace portal appear in the air. The New Federation troops raised their weapons and cheered, ecstatic that reinforcements had finally arrived, especially in the newest addition to the New Federation Navy, the Donald Doyle. The Warrior Bunnies looked up in the sky in awe, a little scared and terrified by what just happened, but when they saw their new allies cheering, they cheered as well, thinking that it was the 'Men in White's' and 'Rainbow Soldier's' gods that had come down to help them. Meanwhile, back at the Imperial Army, Zorzal and his men looked up at the ship, barely even able to comprehend what had just happened. The sky literally opened up and out came a beast clad in iron. Everyone was starting to panic, getting on their knees and praying to the gods to protect them, with some even running away, screaming like mad men. No one stopped them, they were too shocked to do so. Zorzal was one of them, he looked at the strange object in the sky, then at Feka. He heard shouting, but not panicked shouting, cheers. Whatever this thing was, it meant a good thing to the people in Feka, both Warrior Bunny and this "New Federation," and he couldn't allow that.

Zorzal: "... Send in the Wyvern Corps..."

Imperial General #2: "P-Pardon sire?"

Zorzal: "SEND THEM IN AND TAKE OUT THAT... THAT THING!"

Imperial General #3: "B-But sire, we don't e-even know if our troops c-can even damage it! It's c-clad in iron for the god's sake!"

Zorzal: "THEN FIGURE OUT A WAY TO DAMAGE IT OR ELSE WE'LL LAUNCH YOU TO SEE IF WE CAN DAMAGE IT OR NOT!"

The general just nervously nodded as he walked to a messenger, passing along the message as they watched as the messenger got on a horse and rode to the back of the column. After a minute or two, a group of wyverns were soon spotted in the air, making Zorzal smile as he was now confident in his abilities. Sure, the enemy had a giant iron pillar in the sky, but there were no catapults or ballistas anywhere on it. Surely, there were no weapons on it that were of great importance to him or his army. Besides, the wyvern corps would surely keep them busy, busy enough while he slaughtered the armies in Feka. He put up a smile and turned back to his soldiers, raising his sword in the air. Getting their attention as they all stared at him

Zorzal: "Brothers of the Sadera! Today! We finally defeat the Warrior Bunny menace once and for all! Those savages think that hiding behind their forts and allies of iron can have a chance at defeating us. But they are wrong! Today, we deliver the final blow! Today, we take what is rightfully ours! Now charge my soldiers! Slaughter the men, take the women and children! Glory and honor wait for us all!"

He shouted as he swung his sword, motioning to his soldiers to charge. And at once, a roar came from the column as the soldiers let out a deafening war cry as they charged to the city. The humans raised their swords and shields, the orges waved their clubs, the mages were about to cast their spells, and Zorzal could see it all from the top of the hill. His army went in one straight line toward the city as they got closer and closer. He looked up, seeing multiple wyverns head toward the iron pillar in multiple directions without any hindrance whatsoever. It was all too easy, it wasn't even responding to the wyverns as they got closer and closer. Zorzal smiled at the thought of the fame that he would get when he got home. How this victory will boost the Empire and make him a legend that will never fade. How he would surely be the Emperor when this is all over.

*BOOM BOOM BOOM*

Well, sadly, his silly cute daydreams were cut short when he looked up to see streaks of gold moving at impossible speeds through the air and toward the nearest wyverns, turning them into fine red mist as they let out a spilled-second scream of pain before getting silenced by loud booms. The rest of the wyverns quickly realized they were being shot at and took evasive maneuvers, but that barely helped as more streaks of gold intercepted their planned routes! As if whoever was manning such weapons could predict their movements and react at the speed of light. Zorzal and his generals watched in horror as the once proud wyvern corps were dispatched in a matter of seconds. Suddenly, he and everyone else felt something wet on their faces. One, drop, then three, then five, the dozens and dozens of red raindrops fell from the sky. Zorzal wiped his face, only to find his hand covered in blood. He let out a scream of anguish and horror as he stumbled back, but the horror wasn't done just yet. Small mounds of metal with circular tubes on them started to move and aim right at the column. The approaching army halted for a moment, already awestruck by the massacre of wyvern corps as they watched the turrets aim at them. They stared right at turrets, the turrets stared back. Everything was silent, so quiet that everyone could hear each other's heartbeats.

Imperial Officer #1: "Fire!"

A voice rang out, and suddenly, thousands upon thousands of archers pulled back their bows and aimed them right at the pillar, unleashing a volley of arrows with killer intent. Orges grabbed large rocks and chucked them with all their might! And mages summoned powerful fireball spells, putting a lot of mana into their attack as it flew through the air. The combined attack flew through the air, making direct contact all over the ship's bottom. At first, they cheered, happy to get a hit with what they had. But as the smoke cleared, they were surprised to see that all they did was scratch the paint of the ship. Not even the rocks nor the spells did any significant damage. Then, as if the ship said "Fuck you, Archer missiles go brrrr," all hell broke loose as a volley of Archer missiles launched from the ship. Hitting their mark all over the column as explosions appear left from right. Soldiers tried to group up and form shield walls, but it was no use as the sheer heat melted them all like shrimp on the barbie. Leaving only nothing but burnt corpses and equipment. Orges tried to cover themselves with their arms, but the blast penetrated through their famously tough skin like a hot knife through butter. The mages weren't doing so well either. Even when they put all their mana into their shields, the missiles still broke through like the shields were made out of paper.

Imperial General #1: "By the gods! W-What is this power!?"

Imperial General #2: "T-This... This is madness! Madness! H-How can such a weapon exist!? U-Unless..."

Imperial General #3: "I-It must be the gods! T-The damned gods of the Warrior Bunnies have come to strike us all down!"

Imperial General #1: "What!? Are you all damned fools!? Emroy would never let such a thing happen! I bet they're coming to our aid right now. All we have to do is keep-"

*BOOM BOOM BOOM*

More explosions filled the air as another few hundred soldiers were destroyed, reduced to piles of ash as limbs flew in the air. A few soldiers were still firing arrows, orges kept throwing rocks, and mages were casting spells like crazy. But whatever they did, it could do nothing to even dent it. The missiles kept firing down on the poor soldiers as they tried to run away, but turrets and AA guns gunned them down. The same ones that doomed the Wyvern Corps the moment they were in range. Their bodies suffered the same fate, no matter how fast they ran or how well they dodged, their bodies exploded into a fine mist.

Imperial General #3: "This battle is lost! It's not even honorable. My liege. I beg of you to sound out the retreat. Let us at least ask his highness for more troops and resources and warn him about this 'New Federation.' We need to tread carefully sir, or else we'll be destroyed."

He said, pointing to another series of explosions that went off, cutting the entire army's escape as they started to panic even more. Some even lowered their arms and prayed to the gods for mercy and forgiveness. A sight that made Zorzal bare his teeth in anger. How dare they surrender and beg for mercy? Do they have no honor? Another series of explosions rang out, taking Zorzal out of his mental rant as he looked at the battle. It was true, all was lost, but they could still leave with their lives and come back and exact revenge. He scowled as he turned away from the cries and screams of pain and rode off with his generals. A look of anger on his face as he swore to whoever was responsible for this. They will pay dearly for this he thought as he rode off, not noticing the eyes of hate and anger watching him as they departed.

Onboard the Donald Doyle

Tyuule: "What do you mean we can't kill him!?"

Tyuule screamed at Carolina, holding back tears as she stared them right in the visor. Only to be met with the same emotionless stare she bore when they first met.

Carolina: "Ma'am. Please calm down."

Tyuule: "Calm down? Calm down!? How can I calm down when I know you're letting the one responsible for all of people's suffering free!? How am I supposed to calm down from that!?"

Carolina: "Your Highness, as much as we want to kill him, we have to let him go. If we let him go, as well as the other high-ranking officials, they can make the Emperor think again about sending even a small patrol into your territory ever again."

Tyuule: "Then why don't we let a few soldiers or low-ranking officers go then? Surely, they can take his place. And can't you simply destroy them as well? Y-You have this flying pillar of iron armed w-with weaponry that not even the mages of Rondel could comprehend! Not to mention it can withstand whatever they throw at you. E-Even your spears of light went through all the barriers they could muster without a problem!"

Kimball: "Ma'am, we've already expended most of our munitions already. The fact we were this lucky with wiping out his entire army means he won't be able to retaliate for some time. Enough time for us to reclaim your land and set up defenses. I'm sorry ma'am, but we can't test our luck."

Tyuule: "Y-You can't be serious. C-Can we at least mortally wound him? J-Just to make the story a little convincing? T-There has to be some way for us to make him pay!"

N.F. Crewmember #1: "Um... A-About that. We've already expended all our Archer missiles lady. And the ship's systems are still under manual control, so we can't exactly wound him if we accidentally take off his head."

Kimball: "See ma'am? We can't wound him without risking his death. I'm sorry, but as much as we want to turn him into red paste, we have to let him go."

Tyuule let out a sigh of frustration as she shook her head. How could they let him escape so easily!? Just what were they thinking? This was not their war to begin with, and as much as she appreciated the help they gave her and her people, it was not their choice what was and was not going to happen.

Tyuule: "... Just who do you think you are?"

She said in a cold whisper, making everyone turn at her with a sense of unease in the air. The girls that went with her also noticed this and got ready to pull out their blades and jump into combat, just in case something were to go down.

Kimball: "Pardon me Ms?"

Tyuule: "Just who do you damn bastards do you think you are exactly..."

She asked again, sneering a little as she looked up at Kimball, her face full of rage and anguish as she pulled out her knife and pointed it at Kimball. The other Warrior Bunnies pulled out their weapons, the New Federation crewmembers pulled out their weapons. Doc and Caboose backed away, though one was scared and didn't want to get involved with the fighting while the other was dragged by the first. And Carolina jumped into action, aiming her BR at Tyuule while standing in front of Kimball. Although primitive melee weapons wouldn't even dent their armor, she did not want to take chances to see if it was enhanced by magic or whatever was put in weapons to make them better in this world.

Carolina: "Ma'am. I suggest that you lower your weapon, now."

She stated, stressing the "now" part as her grip on the BR tightened. She aimed the sights right at Tyuule's face, her pained face now even bigger and more noticeable.

Tyuule: "You come here and tell us what to do!? What's the best course of action to take!? Our people have been beaten, pushed back, and forced to comply with whatever demands those barbarians want from us. Our soldiers have fought and fought to no avail, our home is nothing but dust and ash and we have no place to call home. And when finally have a chance to fight back and take our homeland back, you just tell us what to do. You have no idea what we've suffered through!"

She shouted, her words full of pain and anguish as tears started to stream down her face. Her arms shook as she tried to keep them in place pointing at Kimball and Carolina. Everyone was silent, the words making the Warrior Bunnies sniffle a little, even Doc did, but he's Doc, of course, he'd cry until O'Malley shut him up. Caboose was just... Staring at a bullet hole in the side of the wall. Meanwhile, Kimball and Tyuule locked eyes for a moment. Even with the visor, Tyuule could tell that Kimball was trying to think of something to say about what she said. Kimball slowly went around Carolina, who was about to pull her back but Kimball turned to her and motioned her to stop, before turning back and continued walking toward Tyuule. Tyulle continued to stand her ground, confused as to why Kimball was approaching the one who was threatening her. Was this some sort of ritual?

Kimball stopped in front of her, her visor staring at Tyuule intently like it was staring at her soul until she reached for the sides of her helmet. Everyone watched as Kimball took it off, letting her hair drop. A large scar was on her face, full of experience and one who had seen the horrors of war and what it can do to a person. Her expression went from one of profession and softened to one of understanding and sadness.

Kimball: "... I understand where you are going. To be pushed into a corner, to have everyone you care about, gone in a matter of seconds, to think that everything that you're fighting for is in vain, and to just want to give up right there and then... Failing to protect the people that believe in you. Trust me, I've been there. But I also know how it feels to have some "group" come in and just save you. At first, it was... Frustrating, especially when don't act like how they were. All 'fearless heroes' and all of that, but in the end, everything worked out. Sure, I didn't listen to them at first, but when things were rough, we pulled through thanks to them. And I want to return the favor by doing the same. So please ma'am, let us help."

She said, not breaking eye contact even once as she gave her small speech. Tyuule listened to every word of it, to hear someone who went through the same struggles and is trying to help was... Reliving. She broke down in tears, dropping her weapon as he dropped down to her knees. Everyone else calmed down, lowering their weapons. Kimball crouched down and placed her hands on their shoulders, making them look at them again with tears in her eyes.

Tyuule: "... D-Does it get any b-better..."

Kimball shook her head sadly.

Kimball: "No, it never does. But all we can do now is to make the sacrifices of those who have lost their lives worth it."

Tyuule: "... I-I understand. I'm s-sorry for letting my feelings get the best of me. I should have d-done better."

She muttered, wiping away her tears as she got up

Tyuule: "S-So, what now? There's so much that has happened a-and I don't know where to start."

Kimball chuckled as she put on her helmet. Going to the holo table and pulling up a photo of Feka, the soldiers and Warrior Bunnies cheering while they rounded up the survivors of the battle. With even a majority of the demi-humans and elves assisting them thanks to Santa, they were spared the majority of the attacks and were now helping round up the remaining Imperials.

Kimbal: "Now, it's time to rebuild. We'll get the son of a bitch later, but right now, we have to focus on getting our own and our people's feet. That is if you're OK with doing it with us of course."

Tyuule nodded and smiled understandingly, then looked at the holo table. To see her first-ever major victory against the Empire. Not only decimating their entire army but gaining a significant ally, as well as more troops to their cause. She was certain this was a dream, but no, this was no dream anyone could dream of. Even though she wouldn't get her revenge soon enough, but at least her people can rebuild and ensure their children can live the peaceful life they always wanted. Honestly, this was for the be-

Tucker: "Hey! Guys! Why won't you answer?"

Tucker said as he appeared on the holo table, making Tyuule shriek in fear from his sudden appearance. Due to still not getting used to this type of communication, she fainted. With all the Warrior Bunnies and N.F. personnel, as well as Doc, coming to her aid. Carolina and Kimball slowly turned their heads to Tucker, who nervously chuckled.

Tucker: "Um... Oops?"

Caboose: "Tucker did it."

Kimball and Carolina: "We know."

Hey guys, I'm sorry this took so long, I tried to get this done. But here it is, Chapter 3. It's 2 AM right now so good night, I'm going to sleep. Bye!