Emperor Maximilian Vorenus VII

Imperial Palace, Agatha, United Terran Empire

“So that’s how they did it.” Max muttered. He shifted through old documents detailing the assassination of Admiral Tidal Wave which gravely hurt the abolitionist movement in Equestria. “Bloody wankers blew up the wrong fucking plane.”

He threw the folder down on the table and sighed. Any minute now, his ministers will enter the conference room. It’s been hectic recently, shifting units in preparation for the invasion, planning for his travel to Equestria, and some...unsettling new info that could prove advantageous.

From what he’s learned from the Legionnaires, the Equestrians have built a fleet of “Sky Carriers” to give them dominance in the air. Internally, Max was delighted. He couldn’t wait to utilize their new projects to crush their “Invincible Air Fleet”.

The door of the conference room opened up, revealing one of the Emperor’s most trusted guards.

“Sir, they’re here.” The man said. He was a white Britannican male with brown, slicked back hair, a walrus-style mustache, and wore a black suit with a blue tie. The man also wore customized glasses with a blue visor.

“Thank you McKinley, show them in.” Max said.

McKinley bowed and stepped aside, letting a group of 4 men walk in. They sat down in silence and put their folders with documents down. To Max’s left sat Minister of Foreign Affairs Benailah Tambunan, an elderly Oceanian who served a previous Oceanian Governor and was credited with stopping racism against the Cantonese, and Minister of Defense Dominic Crowe, a white Britannican man hailing from the Sanctus Region, the center of the Empire’s agricultural, technology, and entertainment industry, as well as being a former Army General.

On the Emperor’s right sat Minister of Transportation Zhu Luoyang, a young Cantonese man credited for developing Canton’s highly efficient railroad system and building many airports, and Minister of War Gregorie Zaros, a white Etruscan male who was a former Marine General.

“Gentleman, I’m very glad you’ve all made it.” Max started leaning back on his leather office chair. “To start with, how are the preparations for the trip to Equestria?”

“Well milord.” Minister Tambunan started shifting through his papers. “Things so far have gone smoothly. According to intel reports thanks to the Griffons, refueling should not be a problem. Their aircrafts use the same fuel as us, but it appears their engines are not as fuel efficient. In my honest opinion, maybe you can use the blueprints of older, but more efficient engine models as a bargaining chip for the Equestrians.”

“Bargaining chip?”

“Yes, amongst other things include solar panels, electric cars, smartphones, etc. Things the civilian populace can use and it is an attractive offer.”

“But what do we get in return?”

“I was thinking crystals for scientific research and possibly Human slaves. Of course, we would free them but I’m casting my doubt on the Equestrian elite allowing the sale of slaves to us. We’d end up buying them all.”

“I’m not negotiating the sale of slaves.”

“Very well then. I also recommend getting close to the other leaders. We already have the Griffons on our side, but if we can get the Zebras, Minotaurs, and Changelings, we could form a coalition to invade Equestria.”

“What about the Dragons and the Yaks?” Max asked.

“The Yaks are incredibly pacifistic and the Dragons are neutral. They often side with the Equestrians during trade negotiations because of Princess Ember’s close relationship with the Equestrian crown, but when it comes to matters of war, the Dragons never took any sides.”

“But what if the invasion happens, who do you think the Dragons will side with?”

Tambunan thought for a second.

“I’d say 50/50 but we won’t know until you meet them. They don’t really have any opinion on the usage of slaves, but taking Equestria’s side could leave them exposed to an invasion from the Griffons and the Minotaurs. Then again, Ember’s relationship could play a factor.”

“We’ll cross the bridge when we get there. For now, we stick to the plan and hopefully, we can get the other leaders to side with us.”

“And perhaps the Griffons will allow our fleets to stop by in their harbors.”

“That too.” Max sat in silence contemplating before turning to Minister Crowe. “Report on the situation on Santa Gregorio?”

Crowe cleared his throat.

“Well sir, the remnants of the Insurrectionists left behind on the mainland have been pushed all the way back to the sea. Reports indicate a battlegroup led by the battleship Manifest Destiny are en route to evacuate them to their final strongholds on the Posui Islands. Sol Squadron, Strider Squadron, Cyclops Squadron, and Strigon Squadron will keep the air secured while the Vanguard’s battlegroup intercept the Manifest Destiny. The Avenger and the Regicide with the carrier Vortiger won’t be far behind.”

“Only 4 squadrons?” asked Luoyang.

“These 4 are elite, some of the best of the best. Sol 1 himself managed to take down several Britannican and Insurrectionist squadrons by himself. Once that’s done, they will regroup with Yellow, Garuda, Mobius, and Mage in preparation for the invasion.”

Max noticed Crowe stutter a little after mentioning Yellow and Garuda. He knew why and the Eagle narrowed its eyes on its prey. Just waiting for the right time to catch Crowe by himself.

The following hour consisted of drawing up plans and listening to reports about the increase in transportation services from Minister Luoyang. Thanks to him, subways and bullet trains can now travel in places that previously were lacking reliable transportation like Oceania, Afrika, and Hispanica. By the time Luoyang’s master plans was done which will be soon, the trains and planes will be accessible to everyone due to new highways, airports, and rail lines. Subways and Monorails have been built in every city, more bridges and tunnels have been built, and there were plans to build an entire artificial island for a resort under the name Project Colossus.

When the meeting was finally over, the Ministers got up and started walking towards the door. Tambunan, Luoyang, and Zaros were conversing quite happily as they walked out.

“Minister Crowe may you stay for a second?” asked Max without getting up.

Crowe looked around nervously before retaking his seat.

“What is it do you need milord?”

The Emperor’s eyes bore deep into his Minister’s soul, causing him to shift nervously. He has seen the dark side behind the kind and gentle Emperor the public sees him as. None close to him dared to ever see the dark side come out ever again.

“I know...everything.”

Crowe’s face paled.

“Wh-what do you mean sir?”

Max leaned closer.

“I have eyes and ears everywhere. I know about Project Arsenal and Project Aigaion and how they’re under the protection of Garuda and Yellow.. I know Black Squadron lives. I know about the Strike Wyverns, the Falkens, the Ravens, Fenrirs, and the Nosferatu. I know about the Arkbird and the fleet of Scinfaxi Submarines. I know about Stonehenge. Lastly, I know about the Grand Army and the Grand Fleet created to topple me should I become a tyrant. Do you and your group really think revealing the F-52 Sideswipe would trick me? You may have tricked the public, but I know this game all too well.”

Now sweating, Crowe sighed and swiped his hair back.

“I suppose you're gonna arrest us now and break apart our forces?”

“On the contrary, no.”

Crowe’s eyes widened.

“Well then, what do you want us to do sir?”

Max’s lips formed into a grin.

“I want you guys to test your fancy new toys on the Equestrians.”

Field Marshal Ezekiel Okoye

Zone 66, Codename Avatar, Boreas Region

“Yeah...uh huh. But it’s all fine though right?”

Okoye sat on a chair in the office patiently, watching Admiral Vincent Ekdahl talking on the phone with Minister Crowe. Ekdahl was silent before he hung up and put the phone down on his desk.

The Admiral was silent, staring at the wall before turning to Okoye.

“You were right. He does know.”

“Told you he would eventually find out. I know him all too well and I wouldn’t be surprised if it was because of his Venatores.”

“I’ve had my suspicions on Yellow 13 but...never mind.”

“So,” Okoye said standing up. “I’ve kept my mouth shut, so are you going to show me what you guys have been making? No point in hiding it anymore.”

Ekdahl put on his peaked cap.

“Fine, but this doesn’t mean you tell the public about this.” He said before walking out of his office with the Afrikan Field Marshal following him. They walked down a long metal hallway passing through patrols of Arditi.

“How did this start anyway?” asked Okoye.

“In 1953, when Emperor Joseph II became the Emperor, a group of high ranking officers felt fearful at the possibility of the Emperor helping the nobility gain power. So the Twilight Contingency was created. The best soldiers and scientists were gathered for numerous projects. In the early days, we uncovered an unknown craft, frozen in the ice.

Humanity’s tech advanced tenfold thanks to it but the best was kept here. Dr. Pines named it Crash Site Alpha but for reasons unknown to us, he forbid us from visiting Crash Site Omega though we do have the locations of other crash sites. Unfortunately, several are outside our domain.”

“Why not just check it out anyway? Not like he’s gonna kill you or something right?”

“Because we owe him. It was because of him many of our projects became successful. We did send a group of scientists anyway, but the moment they came back, they resigned from their posts. He did warn us about the dangers of Omega.”

By the time they reached the end of the hallway, a monorail guarded by 4 Sea Wolves and an Arditi awaited them.

“Shall we?” Ekdahl said motioning Okoye to enter. Once they stepped in, the door closed and the monorail shot forwards at high speeds. Okoye stumbled which caused the Admiral to chuckle. “Works every time.”

Okoye grunted in annoyance but his attention turned to the window behind him that showed a massive hanger.

His mouth dropped at what he was seeing. 5, what he could only describe as some kind of aerial ships stood in a row. He could tell the massive size of them by comparing them to the unknown aircraft that were parked nearby.

“Aigaion-class Heavy Command Cruisers. Practically floating aircraft carriers, they’ll provide us with aerial dominance in any war. 5 more are in construction and they’ll be escorted by the smaller Kottos and Gyges aerial warships who are in a different hanger far from here. As you can see, they’ll carry air groups consisting of the new Strike Wyverns, Falkens, Ravens, Fenrirs, and Nosferatus.”

The view disappeared and turned into the metallic walls as the monorail flew past.

“This is a game changer and yet, you guys are more concerned with ousting the Emperor if things turn bad? A lot of investment for a big if.” Okoye said.

“Now that the Emperor knows, we can utilize them. What I’m afraid of is if the Equestrians managed to take down one of them and acquire the technology.”

Their attention went back to the window when they passed another massive hanger. This time, 3 giant unmanned propellor aircraft sat side by side with engineers testing the propellers of one of them.

“Arsenal Birds, unmanned aerial warship that can carry an air group of drones and has weaponry enough to one-shot a carrier. Drawback is that we must set up a stationary source of power within its range otherwise we lose control. We tested it with its source shut down and the computer went haywire. The drones fell out of the sky and it started automatically firing its weapons towards the ground. Finally crash landed when it ran out of power.”

The feature Okoye was shown was not a hanger full of aircraft, but a dock with 10 titanic submarines.

“Scinfaxi-class Submarines were at first, thought as a waste of resources. But after the development of, certain weapons, we determined the Scinfaxis are useful in taking on entire enemy fleets and even entire armies.”

Finally, after the dock, they came upon a hanger where scientists and engineers were working on an incomplete aerial craft.

“The Arkbird will give us complete domination over every other nation on this planet. Our destiny will be complete as the apex predators of the planet. No longer will we looked down upon and none will dare challenge the might of the Empire.” Admiral Ekdahl said proudly.

“You sound so proud.” Okoye muttered before their view on the Arkbird disappeared.

“Well, it was my son’s idea which inspired Project Arkbird...and there is the space elevator, the Odin satellite project, and the Hammer of Dawn but that’s a story for another time.”

“Estimated time of completion?” Okoye asked.

“If we’re lucky, right before the end of the war so we can test the Equestrians.”

Okoye rubbed his chin with his gloved hand.

“With these weapons, we wouldn’t really need allies. Then again, it is foolish to play all of our trump cards all at once.”

The monorail finally ended at the last stop which showed the giant installation known as Stonehenge in the distance.

“And what about Stonehenge?” The Field Marshal asked.

“Well, it was at first meant to bomb the fuck out of Nightmare Moon while she was still imprisoned on the moon, but we decided to give it the duty of taking down enemy satellites should they launch any, and to destroy any projectiles falling from space anywhere close to the Empire’s vicinity.”

Field Marshal Okoye was silent in thought. One side of him really wants to use all of these new toys to steamroll the Equestrians, but they run the risk of them getting their hands on one of them and destroying what trust they received from the Griffons and any future allies.

No doubt, they would not appreciate the Empire possessing weapons that can wipe out their forces at any time and will potentially start an arms race.

Expose as little as possible and let them advance on their own. Unbeknownst to them, the Empire is far ahead of them and will stay that way.

“So what do you think?” asked a proud Ekdahl.

“I think Admiral, our place on the top has been secured.”

Sol 1

Off the coast of Santa Gregorio, United Terran Empire

Sol Squadron

Operation Jet Sweep

Sol 1 hummed to himself as his Flanker flew in formation with the rest of his squadron alongside Strider Squadron which flew Hornets. Down below, an Imperial fleet supported the landings on the old town of Santa Gregorio which was situated on a peninsula.

In the rear was the Freedom-class aircraft carrier Vortiger alongside its escorts. Supporting the landings directly was the Avenger-class Battleship Avenger and the Victorious-class Battleship Regicide. Their main cannons shook the earth as they pummeled hostile ground units and most importantly, SAM sites that were marked by Sea Wolves and Legionnaires that have already landed. Hundreds of Marines supported by tanks were being transported via Skuas, SSC Hovercrafts, or carried by the amphibious Crocodiles and Wildcats.

In response, the Insurrectionists have sent the battleship Manifest Destiny and its escorts to support the evacuations. So far, many ships commandeered by the Insurrectionists have already escaped the night before and High Command quickly mustered a force to stop any more ships from escaping. Their attempts to sink the Innie ships via cruise missiles have been hindered by the number of CIWS systems on the escorting fleet and they couldn’t get any bombers in range due to the SAM sites that were set up all over the old town of Santa Gregorio.

Until now at least.

“The plan is simple. Sol, Strider, Cyclops, and Strigon Squadrons will secure the airspace for our bombers. We have a flight of B-10 Thunderstrikes coming in soon to rain on Lucius Nathaniel International Airport. Following them are a flight of Thunderbolts to support our Marines, and a flight of Fullbacks loaded with Switchblades. A saboteur destroyed our supply of RBS-15s, Exocets, NSMs, BrahMos, Storm Shadows, and Zircons yesterday, meaning these Fullbacks are our main hitters on the Innie Fleet.

So far, our Tomahawk and Kalibr strikes have netted a total of only 5 targets sunk. Rear Admiral DeCastro has elected to suspend them so protecting the Fullbacks are our utmost importance. Intel suggests your opposition consists of mostly greenhorns and ex-Home Air Force pilots in Foxbats and Strike Eagles with a few scattered Spookys and Sideswipes. Command would love to have them back in one piece but it can’t be helped.”

“Long Caster, why couldn’t we just wait until we resupply our missile arsenal?”

“That’s because Strider 2, resupply isn’t due until tomorrow. The final evacuations is today so we need to hit them now. As of right now, the Vanguard has taken a battle group to engage the Manifest Destiny up north and slow down the evacuations as much as they can. Regicide and Avenger will join the Vanguard soon.”

“I kind of feel uneasy with the idea of the Vanguard engaging the Manifest Destiny alone.” Sol 1 said. “They didn’t call it the ‘Terror of the Seas’ for nothing.”

“The Manifest Destiny used to be the Navy’s poster child. It gave everyone, from rebels to pirates, a reason to never challenge the Navy. Tch, and then we got the surprise of our lives when the crew mutinied. Anyways, things go according to plan and we’ll have plenty of time to prepare for Operation Eye Gouge. I’ll keep you updated as we go along.”

“Jesus, your job must be so easy huh?”

“Enough, we’re almost there.”

Their aircraft flew in formation over the beach. Marines began pouring in the city while supported by tanks and helicopters. In the distance, they could see the faint outlines of the Manifest Destiny duking it out with the Vanguard. Smoke coming from their escorts indicate both battlegroups have sustained casualties.

“Missile lock. Evade!” radioed Long Caster. Immediately, the elite squadrons dropped chaffs and took evasive maneuvers as missiles streak pass them.

“You all know the drill, hunt them down.” Sol 1 said.

Soon, the airspace was a tangled mess of Imperial and Innie fighters. Sol 1 followed a Sideswipe as it fired its cannon at Sol 2.

“Sol 2, bank right.”

“Copy.”

Sol 2’s Flanker banked right and so did the Sideswipe. This gave Sol 1 an easy kill as he fired his cannon. 30mm rounds shredded the Sideswipe as smoke bellowed from its engines. Immediately, the enemy pilot ejected and Sol 1 let out a grunt when he saw the Sideswipe spiral towards the ground.

His eyes scanned in front of him and he spotted 2 Spookys down below trailing Strider 4.

“This is Strider 4, I need assistance. I can’t shake them!” She said as she dodged cannon rounds.

“Copy that Strider 4, moving to assist.”

Sol 1 dived and he got a missile lock on the rear most Spooky.

“Sol 1, Fox 2.” He said. His Archer missile shot at incredible speed giving the Spooky’s pilot no time to react considering their close proximity. The Archer hit the Spooky smack right in the middle, causing an explosion that sent the Spooky down to the city in flaming pieces.

Wordlessly, Sol 1 fired his 30mm cannon at the other Spooky as he got behind him. The Spooky pilot panicked and tried to bank right. Unfortunately, Sol 1 was prepared and peppered the stealth fighter. Most of the rounds punctured its right wing, causing a fire. He watched as the Spooky began spiraling downwards until it was out of his sight.

“Thanks Sol 1. I owe you one.”

“You owe me nothing.” Sol 1 said.

By this time, the elite squadrons have cleared the airspace over Santa Gregorio. Imperials Marines were advancing through the streets quickly and on the west, the Imperial Army broke through Insurrectionist lines and have begun sending units to retake the Old Town.

“This is Riot Squadron, we’re beginning our runs on the airport. Thanks for clearing the airspace.”

“All units, Ogre Squadron has arrived to assist the ground forces and Swordfish Squadron has arrived to engage the evacuation fleet. Vanguard has done its job and lured the escorts away. Avenger and Regicide are moving to assist.”

On cue, the 2 Battleships disengaged and started sailing east with their escorts to assist the Vanguard. Sol Squadron began circling the Old Town with the other elite squadrons, in position to assist anywhere.

“This is Swordfish Squadron, thanks for clearing the airspace. We’re gonna mop up these sad puppies.”

24 Fullbacks each loaded with 2 Switchblade missiles streaked past the other squadrons and split up to target the various cargo ships, cruise ships, tankers, and ferries who were left unprotected after their escorts broke off to engage the Vanguard and her battlegroup.

“Alright Swordfish, easy pickings. Don’t fuck this up.”

Switchblade Missiles were launched. Insurrectionist personnel who were on the ships saw what was coming and many began jumping into the ocean. It was too late however for many as the missiles slammed into the former civilian ships.

“Fuck, what am I gonna tell my kids now?” whined a Fullback pilot as a Switchblade struck a Disney Cruise Liner midship just above the waterline. Sol Squadron watched and relaxed as various ships went up in flames. A tanker blew up in half, a cruise ship’s bow began to take in water, and a cargo ship began to capsize. All in all, a total of 33 commandeered ships were up in flames and sinking.

“Well that’s that.” said Long Caster. “Now we can help the Vanguard sink the-”

Long Caster was cut off as a titanic explosion rocked the area. Everyone looked in shock to see a large plume of smoke was witnessed over in the horizon, where the Manifest Destiny was engaging the Vanguard.

“What the hell was that?”

“Was that an explosion?”

“Don’t tell me that was the Vanguard.”

“Long Caster.” Sol 1 said. “Can you contact the Vanguard’s battlegroup?”

…

“Long Caster?”

“Just got word from Rear Admiral Juan DeCastro on the Vortiger. Report from the destroyer Resolute. Vanguard’s magazine detonated. Citadel hit by the Manifest Destiny’s gun weakened the armor. Same spot hit again by a Harpoon from the Manifest Destiny. Ship sunk quickly. No survivors spotted including Vice Admiral David Lancelot. Battlegroup in full retreat. Manifest Destiny and battlegroup turned 90 degrees to port towards the Posui Islands.”

“Son of a bitch! Tell DeCastro we’re engaging. We’re not letting them get away!”

“Negative Strider 2. We’re not equipped to engage the Manifest Destiny and her battlegroup.”

“He’s right. We’ve depleted a lot of our missiles and are awaiting for resupply tomorrow. They’re retreating back towards the range of Posui Island’s defenses and the battle here isn’t over. DeCastro has ordered the Regicide and the Avenger to pull back as well. No sense chasing a battleship faster than them and well protected.”

Sol 1 looked at his fuel indicator and grimaced.

“Long Caster, I’m almost at bingo fuel. Need to rtb.”

“Copy that. You’re all done for the day. The Army and the Marines are gonna be busy mopping up any trapped Insurrectionist units. Return to the Vortiger and get some R & R.”

“You’re not telling me we’re just gonna let go of this right?”

“DeCastro has ordered a full search for survivors later. Don’t worry, NAVCOM isn’t gonna let them get away with this.”

Fleet Admiral Jisaburo Miyagi

The Citadel, Headquarters of the Imperial Armed Forces, Agatha, United Terran Empire

“What do you mean, we lost the Vanguard?” asked a frustrated Miyagi who had just finished making plans with various Admirals around a conference table.

“Report from Rear Admiral Juan DeCastro from Santa Gregorio. Battleship Vanguard lost after engaging the Manifest Destiny where its magazines detonated. No survivors confirmed including Vice Admiral David Lancelot.” announced a Lieutenant Commander who barged into their meeting to deliver the report.

The many Admirals, Vice Admirals, and Rear Admirals muttered quietly in shock while Miyagi stood silently.

“We need to act quickly. Deploy all forces to sink the Manifest Destiny. We cannot allow this to go unpunished.” announced Admiral Ibrahim Rafi who stood up.

“Arm our nukes. Reduce Posui Island to ashes and leave the Manifest Destiny with no safe havens.” said Admiral Mikhail Svetlov.

“You’re mad!” Yelled Vice Admiral Otsuka Hiroharu. “They’re hiding several ICBMs in the Posui Island and one of them is an active nuke, a Satan II. Your answer is to nuke them?”

“I concur with Vice Admiral Hiroharu.” said Admiral Veronica Scott.

“I too agree with Hiroharu.” added Vice Admiral Alexander Henne.

The other Admirals voiced their opinions, but before it could devolve into a shouting match, Miyagi slammed his fist on the table. Immediately, the room fell into a hushed silence.

“Compose yourselves, all of you.” Miyagi said eyeing each and every Admiral present. “I have my own opinion of this myself, but I would like to convene with the Emperor for the next plan of action. In the meantime, I want all of you to cool off and think about your actions. You are all Admirals of the Imperial Navy, the most powerful Navy in this planet. Act like it. Is that understood?”

Around him, the Admirals nodded and voiced their agreements.

“Good. Dismissed.”

Emperor Maximilian Vorenus VII

Imperial 1 en route to Krepost, Belka, Private Boeing 747-8 aircraft for the Imperial Family

Max held his phone tightly. His other hand, rubbing his temple as he sighed in frustration. Nearby, Allison held their two kids, Nicholas and Sofia, as they watched the frustrated patriarch of the family compose himself. Allison eyed the broken glass cup on the floor and the blood dripping from one of Max’s hands.

“Listen to me closely Jimi.” Max said straightening himself. “I want you to relay this order to everyone on every branch. Every officer will do everything in their power to carry out these orders okay? Right now, this is a priority order issued by me alone. Just a simple order.

Sink the Manifest Destiny.”

The Emperor hanged up and covered his face with his hands.

“My God we can never catch a break.” He moaned.

“Dad?” Max looked to his right where his 11 year old son looked at him with worry. “Are you okay?”

Max forced a smile on his face and ruffled his son’s brown, curly hair.

“I wish everything’s okay Nick, I really do. How about this, why don’t you and Sofie show me your art & craft project hmm?”

Nicholas gasped and ran away excitedly. His sister followed suit and their parents could hear the distinct sounds of pushing and shoving followed by arguments.

“What happened?”

Emperor Vorenus looked at his wife, who wore a black Army sweater and blue jeans. She quickly took note of his red eyes, indicating he hasn’t gotten much sleep.

“Manifest Destiny just sank the Vanguard near Santa Gregorio. No survivors.”

Allison quietly sat down on a seat in front of him.

“So what’s your plan of action?” She asked.

“Sink the bastards of course. Get our forces ready to take the Posui Islands, prepare for the trip to Equestria, and hopefully I can get a peaceful resolution through.”

“You know there are people tired of war right?” Alli asked.

“Of course. But this is the world we live in. Once we make contact with the Equestrians, it’s either a peaceful resolution or war. I’m not gonna let the Equestrians have the time to build up their military and tech by the time Nick or Sofia ascends the throne.

What I want is to make sure they end up living in a world with peace, something we’ve never experienced.”

The Empress smiled and reached over to grab his hand.

“Maxy, we will get through this. That doesn’t mean you should kill yourself by overworking or stressing yourself out. Get some rest, please?” She pleaded.

“Daddy! Nick ripped my homework!”

Max groaned as he heard Sofia call out to him while Allison just laughed.

“I’ll handle this. No need to try and be a superdad.” She said standing up.

“Hmmmm, I’m thinking Pulau Surga. Us and the others, drowning ourselves in Teh Botols and beer, trying out the local cuisine, and have nothing to worry about.” Max said with half-lidded eyes.

Allison chuckled and gave him a light kiss on the lips.

“We will Maxy, get some sleep.”

General Amir Reza Darvishi

The Citadel, Imperial Armed Forces Headquarters, Agatha, United Terran Empire

“We stop here, but then what?”

Inside a dark office, illuminated by a single lamp, an elderly Army General with tanned skin gray hair, and a full beard hunched over his desk looking at the map of Equestria.

“Hmmm, hopefully they surrender once we reach that point.”

General Darvishi was interrupted when the door to his office was opened, and walking in was General Marcus Anwar, the commander of the Imperial Marine Corps.

“As-Salam-u-Alaikum.” said Anwar.

“wa-Alaikumussalam wa-Rahmatullah.” responded the elderly General.

“You’ve heard about the news?” asked Anwar as he stood across from Darvishi.

“About the Vanguard? Yes. The Battleships should’ve been retired long ago. At least Miyagi was able to compromise with the politicians and have them deactivated by 2022.”

Anwar held out a folder.

“Could be delayed.”

Darvishi took the folder and quickly inspected the contents.

“Railguns, laser weaponry? I think it’s best that we build something new instead of upgrading Dreadnought-era Battleships.”

“Something that’s more cost effective and designed better than the disastrous Project Nightmare. Good thing Vorenus was aware and he and Miyagi cancelled the program.” Anwar said pointing at a picture of the incomplete hull of a Project Nightmare ship in the folder. “The Senate’s in a limbo on how to proceed. Half think keeping the old Battleships around as a symbol of power is the way to go while others want to divert funding to build a battleship with new weaponry that’s cost effective. Eggheads better be able to manage fitting in railguns and the laser weaponry.”

“Hmph, then maybe it’s a good thing the Emperor knows about the Twilight Contingency. We do have the money, it’s just being diverted for the projects in Zone 66.”

Anwar looked at him in shock.

“He knows about Avatar?”

“According to Okoye. No sense in hiding it now that the Venatores have regained strength.”

The Oceanian Marine General looked down in thought which is when he noticed the map of Equestria on the table.

“What were you doing before I came in?”

“Analyzing the plans. I think our job would be a lot easier if the Emperor manages to get other countries to form a coalition with us. Less forces would be needed.”

“No, even with a coalition, the Emperor isn’t going to decrease the forces.”

“What?” asked a confused Darvishi.

“We need the forces to occupy Equestria, but most importantly, secure their natural resources. Gem mines, oil fields, you name it.”

“But we’re not low on anything. Scientists say resources are still plentiful, especially since we’re moving on to renewable energy.”

“Still, why use our own resources when we can bleed out our enemies as much as we can?”

“This is a ploy isn’t it? Hold their resources hostage and force them to buy them from us after the war is over?”

“The need for fossil fuel is rapidly decreasing for us but other countries especially Equestria still need them including the gem mines. We can make ourselves even richer by doing so. Meanwhile, we can open up shorter trade routes in the Serene Passage and the Passage of Faith.”

Darvishi nodded in agreement. The Serene Passage and the Passage of Faith were two areas in the West and the East that are left alone by the giants of the sea, meaning the special coatings are never needed when crossing. However, they are also the most monitored and heavily defended.

The Emperor isn’t only looking to free Human slaves and paralyze Equestria, he also wants the United Terran Empire to dominate the world market. They can easily do so and the Griffins who are surely to assist will also benefit greatly from it.

“There is still something I wonder.” said Darvishi. He pointed at the map. “24 hours is only enough for us to completely take the Equestrian coasts, at least most of it. We would then have to wait for replenishment for our forces AND defend the occupied areas from counter-attack. There’s also the fact the civilians could rebel. I believe Miyagi is already prepared to quickly send reinforcements?”

“Indeed he has.”

“Then there’s also Vanhoover and Sydneigh. I understand Vanhoover considering their prototype shield generator and the massive defensives, but why not Sydneigh? Are they not the closest port to the Changeling Empire?”

“There are plans to surround Vanhoover and starve its defenses, but Sydneigh is mostly left alone due to the fact it’s port is too small to accomodate our ships. Sydneigh is mostly a city for tourists, and rich people to come and relax. Literally the city’s main income is the tourist industry and many powerful individuals from all over the world own property there.

Can you imagine the outrage if a bomb hits a Zebrican neighborhood or a house belonging to the Minotaur Royal Family gets hit by a Kalibr? It won’t be a fun ride in a political sense. Sydneigh’s only military installation is a single army base about 40 kilometers outside the city and it’s only a single Regiment.”

“Methinks the Changeling rebels are using Sydneigh as a base of operations considering its proximity to the border.”

“Intel believes so too but the Emperor is quite hesitant to ally with someone as untrustworthy as Queen Chrysalis.”

“So are we going to leave them alone?”

Anwar bit his lip.

“We’re most likely gonna let them deal with their own problems. Scientists however want some captured Changelings to experiment on quickly and develop measures to detect and disguised Changeling. The risk of Changelings infiltrating us is too great.”

“So we know that Red Talon would help the Emperor in the summit, and probably would help us fight. But my concern right now is within.”

Darvishi opened a drawer and dropped a pile of pictures on the table.

“Too many people with power want the Imperial family gone and are willing to expose us to the world as long as they keep their power.” Darvishi took two pictures are set them aside. “Steindorf’s preoccupied preparing to study magic while we have inside moles in the Northwests. I don’t know what Vorenus and Azarov did when they went dark years ago in the Enigma Forests, but I guess it worked. Preston was a spineless fool to go against the Imperial family in the first place.

But others like Tommy Suharto, Peter Dreyfuss, Amir Kaffarov, Erik Prince, all these people are running free with their private armies, blackmailing people, assisting in the slave trade, etc. Maybe not all are involved in the slave trade, but they’re guilty for other things.”

Anwar however was silent as he continued to stare at a single picture.

“What’s wrong?” asked Darvishi.

“We should’ve shot him. If we had known, we could’ve ended him before he consolidated power and influence.” Anwar said.

Smack dab right in the middle of the desk surrounded by many powerful and corrupt people, was the picture of TIB Deputy Director Antonio Beria.

Lieutenant Lee “Wizard” Stanford

Rebel HQ, Everfree Forest, Equestria

“Really think we should start spreading our teams to major cities, but I’m a little worried about the Changelings we have here.” Wizard said. He was walking down a hallway alongside Winslow.

“As untrustworthy they may be, we may find use for them.” Winslow replied. “Imagine the potential.”

“Yes but, I wonder why are they really here. To assist in the rebellion, or to spy on us?”

“Could be both. Really need to find counters should we find them hostile. The damn ponies know a way but only few know how to use the certain spells required and the devices they use are strictly in the hands of the Royal Guards in Canterlot.”

Wizard froze causing his commanding officer to stop as well. The Colonel looked at the Lieutenant with confusion.

“Actually sir, there is one person among us I believe can help us.”

15 Minutes Later

The two Legionnaire officers stood inside a dark room, surrounded by items such as bottles of many different fluids, books, jars, etc. Right in the middle of the room however, a bald shirtless man with tribal tattoos adorned all over his back sat cross legged away from them.

“Sergeant Ahmad Oeray, codename Voodoo.” Wizard said.

Voodoo didn’t acknowledge them.

“Sergeant Oeray?” Winslow asked.

“Of course he is.” Wizard muttered. He walked up right behind him, and proceeded to literally kick him on the ass. Voodoo yelped and jumped into the air.

“What the fuck?” Voodoo yelled at Wizard while rubbing the spot he was kicked. “Did you really have to kick me?”

Wizard silently pointed at Winslow who Voodoo finally noticed.

“Oh, what do you need sir?”

Colonel Winslow inspected the Sergeant. His body was lean and completely covered in tribal tattoos. He also noticed there were many scars on his face, including one across his right eye vertically.

“Wizard here says you might help us with our Changeling problem.” Winslow walked towards them until he stood side by side with Wizard. “I know you’ve done a lot of crazy black magic shit, but anything would help.”

Voodoo thought for a second before walking to the corner of a room. There, he dragged a small table with steaming cups of tea towards his compatriots.

“Where are my manners huh? Come, sit and drink.” Voodoo said motioning them to sit around the table. “I’ll explain things.”

Winslow and Wizard complied, sitting down on the floor and sipping their cups of tea.

“So where should I begin. First off, others call me Voodoo because of the black magic I use. Keep in mind though, the Western side of the Empire always portray black magic as all bad. This is where us Easterners find it annoying.

Yes, black magic can be utilized to harm others, but it can also be used for good. It all depends on the user.”

“Excuse me for interrupting, but how is it do people use black magic when we have anti-magic generators in place?”

Voodoo’s face became stern.

“Because Colonel, the generators only block out unpurified magic. What us black magic practitioners utilize are the remnants of the purified magic we Humans once possessed in our previous civilizations.”

“I’ve...never heard of this before.” Winslow said.

“That’s because scientists dismissed the stories of old as myths, legends. Why would they listen to us ‘primitive’ Easterners, especially those who still hold the old customs to heart? There is a saying Colonel, there could be some truth among legends.”

Voodoo took a sip of his tea.

“I come from a certain tribe, known as the Dayac. We were among the more feared tribes alongside others like the Badak and the Papuyans. So feared that even the more populated Jayanese Empires of old didn’t dare fight us.

There was even a time where the leaders of the Dayac, Badak, and the Papuyans attempted to create an alliance to dismantle the Empire of Jaya. However, we were caught off guard when an armada of Imperial Cantonese warships made landfall. Thus, the tribes of all of Oceania decided to put our differences aside to push back the Cantonese menace.

The warrior tribes did all the work, but when we were away fighting, the scheming Jayanese took the farming lands. They now controlled everything from our farms, our markets, everything.

Once we defeated the Catonese, even bringing back many refugees who refused to live under the Cantonese Emperor, we came back to find the Jayanese hording all the wealth. Of course we were angered.

Together, we used our knowledge of black magic to torment the Jayanese leaders. Many ended up with unfortunate fates. Eaten by the wildlife, became infected with disease, their families burned in fires, etc. It took a while, but we were able to bring the poor Jayanese population into a rebellion.

In the end, many Oceanian Emperors were Jayanese, but the military was completely in the hands of Dayac, Badak, and Papuyan Commanders. When we unified, word spread everywhere of the Dayac Headhunters who collect the heads of enemies, the Badak Shadows who had a reputation of making people all the way from the Cantonese Empire to disappear without a trace, and the Papuyan Juggernauts which took 10 men just to kill 1 Papuyan Warrior.

The thought of invading the Oceanian archipelago was ludicrous to everyone. We enjoyed great wealth and a prosperous friendship with certain Empires. But behind it all, the Jayanese once again horded the wealth. This time, with the Cantonese-Oceanians and the Moyuccans, we rebelled against the Jayanese and their lapdogs, the Suyanese and the Echenese.

Imperial soldiers who came to take the archipelago told of thousands of heads on spikes on Dayac lands, and how surviving Jayanese elites ran to them for help, but they could not escape from our black magic and the worst of them suffered a painful end under the protection of the Empire.”

“Yet, many of these Jayanese are rich businessmen and became part of the nobility to this day.” Wizard commented.

“You guys can’t tell but we can. Curses have already been placed on them. Those like Tommy Suharto will face unfortunate ends. Even as we speak, the curses are already at work. The Emperor, the TIB, DIS, and the Imperial Armed Forces are making moves to end the nobility.” Voodoo said with a toothy grin.

Wizard and Winslow looked at each other, feeling unnerved.

“So how does this deal with our Changeling problem?” Winslow asked.

“Us black magic practitioners have learned how to sense different species. It’s how we were also excellent hunters and why you advocated for me to leave the Sea Wolves and join the Legionnaires. You see, we can even sense someone of a different ethnicity if we know what we’re looking for. During a riot between Dayacs and Jayanese, my dad and his friends halted a train full of different tribes, but every ethnicity has a distinct smell and energy.

Of more than a hundred people on the train, they quickly identified the lone Jayanese woman on the train and beheaded her.”

“You...can sense people like that?” Winslow asked.

“Indeed.” Voodoo closed his eyes. “You Colonel Winslow, have a mixed heritage of Western Afrikan and Southern Britannican. Wizard, you have a mixed heritage of Western Britannican, Eastern Saxon, Northern Gaullic, Southern Iberian, and Western Belkan.

And…” Voodoo took a huge breath of air and his face scrunched in confusion. “You smell like a typical sweaty nerd and your breath smells like ink?”

“You can smell that as well?” Wizard asked in shock.

“Also someone elderly in your family strangely smells like greed and money, and you sister, your twin, oddly smells like unhealthy amounts of sugar and glitter.”

“Ok ok enough! I knew you could do this, but not to this extent Voodoo.” Wizard said.

“It’s simply because I can tell who you’ve been around and your connection to their energy. Hmmm, rich blonde girl who has a certain love to llamas.”

“Enough Voodoo. Are you saying you can sense others based off their ethnicities, race, and others?”

“Exactly Colonel. Just let me know when you need my expertise and I will root out the Changelings for you when needed.” Voodoo said with a grin.

Winslow was deep in thought before standing up.

“Very well. I’ll let you know when you’re needed. Lets go Wizard, we need to make some plans.”

The two officers walked towards the door. Once Winslow stepped into the hallway, Voodoo immediately grabbed Wizards hand and looked directly into the shocked officer’s eyes.

“You, are hiding your true identity. Your real orders, nobody is aware of. Not even Vorenus nor Azarov can hide your past from true black magic practitioners like me little tree. You are still afraid of him.”

Wizard was sweating and his eyes showing immense fear.

“No clue what you’re talking about Voodoo.” Wizard said shaking the Sergeant off. “See you later.”

The door slammed on Voodoo’s face who gave no reaction. He then heard something shuffling and turned towards a small cabinet, on the corner of the room. There, he approached a small doll that was tied to a tiny bed with ropes. The tiny bed shuffled as the doll moved to escape the ropes as if it was alive.

“No no, sleep.” Voodoo said, touching the doll’s head causing it to quiet down. “Can’t have you opening your mouth huh Princess Luna?”

3 Hours Later

Mad Dog, Priest, and Wizard

Somewhere in Everfree Forest

“Ya know, I always thought you’d be some kind of scientist or a teacher.” Mad Dog said. “Not, well, this.”

The trio were sitting behind a bush in disputed Royal Army territory. They were part of a group assigned to ambush a military convoy full of supplies being sent to help the new regiment in the damaged base while its tarmac was under repair.

“Sometimes, life throws a curveball at you. I always expected you to be an athlete like you wanted and Eli opening an antique shop and become a real life 40-year old virgin.” Wizard said referring to Priest.

Priest, his mouth full from eating a can of beans, slapped the back of Wizard’s head. Mad Dog chuckled watching his two childhood friends start slapping each other. He looked down to inspect his R-24 one more time.

“After this is all said and done, I think I’m gonna follow dad’s footsteps and be a chef.” Mad Dog said.

Wizard and Priest calmed down and their attention was on Mad Dog.

“Dude, you’re a great cook. You should’ve stayed back home and help your dad.” Priest said.

“Yeah, but I wanted to travel outside the Empire and learn new cooking techniques and recipes. Joined the Legionnaires once I had the chance because we all know the Legionnaires are always sent first.”

“Have you made anything yet?” Wizard asked which caused Mad Dog to smirk.

“Come to the cafeteria later on. I made a recipe I call the Fat Bastard.”

“Try and market that. Lets see how far that goes.” Priest muttered throwing his can behind him.

“Hey Priest, pick up your shit. Wouldn’t want some animal to get its head stuck inside it don’t we?” Another Legionnaire said witnessing Priest’s littering.

“Just like that sea turtle that had a straw up its nose. I don’t really give a shit as long as it tastes good.” He radioed back picking up the can.

“Horses are eaten in some places like Iberia. You guys wanna find out what pony tastes like?”

“Cut the chatter. Convoy’s rolling in. I count 1 APC up front, 3 trucks, and 4 armored cars.”

The trio got into position with Priest and Wizard laying down on the ground on either side of Mad Dog. Mad Dog kneeled behind a bush, his launcher ready. They were positioned on the curve of a dirt road while the rest of their group were hidden on either side of the road.

Mad Dog looked through a small opening on the bush as the military convoy slowly rumbled closer to them. According to their intel, the convoy which consisted of 1 Timberwolf, 3 Peasant trucks, and 4 Stampede armored cars. They carried small-arms, grenades, explosives, and grenade launchers. Weapons meant to prepare the new regiment to conduct operations on a bolder and a now better armed insurgency.

Rumor has it, Shaw’s making plans involving the Thestral population that would increase their manpower and expand their intelligence capabilities.

Good thing the Equestrians are as dumb as they look. Wizard thought to himself.

The convoy slowed as they approached the curve on the road. Mad Dog took a deep breath to calm himself and closed his eyes.

When he opened them, he stood up and quickly fired. The HEAT round from the R-23 struck the lower glaces of the Timberwolf. It exploded directly in the middle of the APC, destroying the engine and killing the crew.

As it grinded to a halt, another rocket fired from a Legionnaire hit a Stampede, the rearmost vehicle in the convoy. The rocket which was fired from a R-24 like Mad Dog’s, penetrated a passenger door and detonated inside, killing the 5 Equestrian soldiers inside instantly.

The trio watched as the convoy grinded to a halt and Royal Equestrian soldiers began jumping out of the vehicle once they realized they were boxed in.

“OPEN FIRE!”

Automatic rounds rang out from the brush on either side of the road. Panicking, some Equestrian soldiers tried climbing back but were quickly put down. 3 more rockets were let loose which destroyed the last Stampedes. One driver on a Peasant, in a bid to try to get away, stepped on the pedal and turned left towards the brush and unintentionally running over one of his comrades who was lying prone.

Unfortunately for the driver, a single bullet rang out and struck him right between the eyes. Not far away, a Legionnaire in a ghillie suit smirked before firing and hitting a unicorn on the back of her head.

“CEASE FIRE!” Wizard yelled when he downed the last hostile.

Coming out of the brush was the group totalling 30, mostly Humans both ponies and Humans with a few Legionnaires acting as their commanders.

Their sniper in a ghillie suit walked up to Mad Dog and Wizard.

“Yo we better be quick. Don’t know how quick their response will be but I don’t wanna know, at least not yet.”

Wizard nodded.

“Got it. Alright, get the trucks up here and get everything of value!” He radioed. “Double time it! And burn the vehicles when you’re done!”

“We’re not going to take them?” A Rebel asked.

The Lieutenant bit his lip, recalling past incidents where Imperial High Command put tracking devices on vehicles which they used to hunt down Insurrectionist cells when they were captured.

“No, they could have tracking devices and we don’t have the time to check.”

5 Hours Later

Director Jackpot Star

Director of the Royal Intelligence Agency (R.I.A.)

Jackpot Star stared at the screen showing a live feed of soldiers inspecting the ambushed convoy. As expected, no survivors and all the supplies have been taken. The vehicles were even set on fire to prevent them from being used again.

Recently, he and a few commanders set tracking devices on military vehicles in the Everfree and he was disappointed the Rebels didn’t fall for it.

He began to question himself. The Director couldn’t tell if someone tipped them off, whoever led them had past experiences, or pure dumb luck. If it was one, then they’ve been compromised. Two would mean foreign trained. Doesn’t really narrow things down as the Changelings, Minotaurs, and the Griffins have used the same tactics when dealing with insurgencies. Only thing they have in common is that all three have a grudge against Equestria.

“We’re dealing with something else. Highly experienced considering the incident on the Event Horizon, the assault on Ponyville, and now this. I’m wagering on foreign trained but where’s the proof?”

The Red Unicorn crossed his arms in thought.

“Driver, double time it to HQ.” He said.

“Right away sir.” Responded his driver. Immediately, he hit the pedal and turned on the siren on the black sedan. Jackpot Star took out his phone and checked his contacts.

“Damn this bloody mess.”

Colonel Rocky Bristle

Equestrian Advisor to the Changeling Rebels

Somewhere in the desert of the Changeling Empire

“I think this is a horrible idea. Recalling me would mean abandoning the Rebels here.” Bristle said. Colonel Rocky Bristle was a brown Earth Pony with a black mane. He wore desert camo clothing, black boots, and wore black sunglasses. He slowly paced back and forth in front of a truck where a Changeling Rebel sat in the driver’s seat. They were positioned on the hill that gave them a commanding view of the area.

“I know that, but the insurgency back home is more important.” said Jackpot Star over the phone.

“If High Command back home can’t handle it without me, then what does that say about them?” Bristle said angrily.

“To be fair, we haven’t been in a real war for a long time.”

“That doesn’t mean shit and you know that!” Bristle yelled. “I’ve said repeatedly that peacetime doesn’t mean being fat and happy! Someone’s going to take advantage of this. We are not prepared for anything!”

“Don’t complain to me. Even I can’t persuade those snobs.”

Bristle sighed and rubbed his temple.

“When do you want me to leave?” He whispered.

“Immediately. You’ll be in command of the new regiment sent to the Everfree Forest. They have no experience in counter-insurgency operations...well, they don’t have any experience whatsoever.”

“For fucks sake, who’s idea was this?”

“Celestia unfortunately. The attack on Ponyville, the failed expedition on the frozen ship in the Frozen North, and now attacks on military convoys had put her on edge. Luna’s still in a comatose state, doctors still couldn’t diagnose what’s wrong with her.”

“The damn Princesses will be the end of us, always cowering to the nobility and the rich.”

“Also got some more bad news, it concerns everypony. Tomorrow, Celestia will sign the Farm Breeding Bill. You can imagine the rich will be happy about it.”

“That whore and the trash known as her ministers.” Bristle seethed. “Do they realize how much harder things will be now?”

“Look, we can speak about this tomorrow. You need to come back ASAP. I know Thorax won’t be happy but the Changeling Rebellion means nothing to them now.”

“No pony will ever trust us again.”

“They no longer care. The Radical Celestials have hijacked our government and became our bosses. Nothing we can do unless the insurgents do us a solid and kill all of them. See you later Bristle. I’ve got work to do.” The Director said hanging up.

Bristle slipped the phone into his pocket and sighed. He looked down the hill where Rebels were inspecting a convoy they ambushed for supplies. Dead Changeling Imperials laid everywhere with the sun rising from the horizon.

“Fuck my life.”

Agent Collinn McKinley

Somewhere in a forest in Belka

McKinley checked his watch and cursed. He trudged through the snow in a black coat with his black suit underneath. His flashlight allowed him to navigate through the dark forest.

“This is Warden, I’m nearing his majesty’s position.” McKinley radioed.

Finally, as McKinley entered a clearing, he found the Emperor sitting criss-crossed on the snow surrounded by candles. A piece of a plane’s fuselage laid in front of a tree in front of him, and a Ouija board sat in front of the Emperor.

“Sir, we need to leave. A snowstorm is coming and the Empress demanded that you come back for dinner.” McKinley insisted.

The Emperor said nothing. He simply folded up the Ouija Board and stood up.

“So, winter’s coming eh?” Max said. “Tell me Warden, what do you know about Khalid ibn al-Walid?”

“Honestly sir, it’s been a long time since the academy. I remember the likes of Erwin Rommel, Sun Tzu, Vlad III Dracula, George S. Patton, and Isoroku Yamamoto but not Khalid ibn al-Walid.”

“Hmph, he once said that the Earth destroys its fools, but the intelligent destroy the Earth.”

“I...give me time to think about that if you will.”

“Later, we live in dark times.” Max turned around and walked passed the agent. “A little jealous Jennifer isn’t alive to deal with self-centered fools and the scientists developing weapons that can destroy life.”

“Should I be concerned?” McKinley asked walking alongside the Emperor.

“As of now? No.” Max looked to the skies. “But one must wonder what the gods have planned for us.”

Author's Note

Ay, new chapter. Will come back to delete and rewrite things on the previous chapter later on. Have problems, let me know. Just remember I write for fun.

Next chapter will be titled "Terror of the Seas". Gonna work on the next chapter for Soldier of Three Armies first though.

Family's not financially stable right now, but I'm optimistic. Dad's suing one of my uncle's for $500,000 back in Indonesia and he'll sue the other relatives who stole money from us as well. Damn, I think the total amount will be more than what my parents were initially suppose to inherit.

Let me tell you how stupid my uncles are. If they hadn't been greedy, they would be getting $60,000 a year through shares from my grandpa's company after he died. Now they will end up with nothing because they fucked the company to ruin and now my dad will have everything. My dad tried to be fair as the eldest son, but the rest of the family was so greedy. Just wished this happened when I was little. We wouldn't have all these problems now.

Don't care how he'll accumulate the money. Better sell those all Land Rovers, Mercedes, and BMWs you wasted your money on you motherfucker.

Anyways, enough of me ranting. School is back unfortunately and I work at a Wendy's for personal income and to help with the bills. I do slip in time to write so thank you for your patience.

The Score is highly underrated btw. I'm diverse, I like all types of music. Yes, I do like rap too.