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Unknown time... Mist Cougars Improvised prison.

Command building level 2. Cell 5.

==Emily's Perspective.

The 'cell' was small and dark. In reality the 'Prison' that we'd been thrown into was just a converted office in the Mist Cougars command building. They'd locked the door, then dead bolted it, just to make sure that we couldn't escape via picking the lock.

The near endless roars of aircraft taking off at 'Wartime Emergency Power' or WEP, as the pilots call it, had left us long ago...

The only sounds that joined us now in our confinement, was the near constant sounds of marching. That along with the rhythm of engines driving past the command building every so often. The sounds of horse shoes could also be heard against the gravely soil outside, thus meaning their officers were on the move with their troops. Those vehicles are either the Cougars 251 infantry halftracks. Or heaven forbid, tanks.

Our morale was at its lowest. Johnna was still unconscious... He most certainly has a concussion after hitting his head that hard... At least his pupils still dilate, thats a start i suppose... Robert sacrificed his singlet in order to render crude medical aid to us, for at least the time being. We managed to remove the bullet from Johnna's shoulder easily enough, but without a way of sterilizing our hands it will most certainly get infected before long... Now it's my turn... God help me...

"Righto, we're all set govnr'. Sorry about this Emm's. Its going to hurt like a bitch..." Robert said with an evident discomfort. whilst signaling Dimitri to move to the opposite side and hold her down. Placing the sleeve of my jacket in my mouth Robert asks. "A Question. What's your favorite color?"

"You know, I've seen that movie ri-" Emily's body tenses up as her teeth bite down on her sleeve. She does better than the two thought she would and holds herself near still for six seconds before instinct takes over and her body begins to try escaping the source of its pain. Robert's two fingers dig into the wound having found the bullet lodged near her shoulder joint. but due to the blood in the wound hes fingers just slip over and around it.

==Dimitri's Prospective.

As i hold her to the floor Emily starts trying to thrash around to get away. It hurts me to know that i have to force her to endure such pain, but we don't know what material that bullet is made of. it could be anything from lead to copper to steel. if we left it in her shoulder she has a high change of suffering lead poisoning or other ill effects...

I Felt sharp pain in my stomach as she'd began to knee in a desperate attempt at escaping my grip. I eventually managed to pin her legs down with my right leg. This was quickly turning into a demented game of Twister... I found myself yelling over her muffled screams. "Cant you work faster?"

"I-Almost - Have it. But i keep Slip-" Robert gave a tug and the bullet finally left the bone. Before wrapping the freely bleeding wound Robert checked for any metal left in the wound, thankfully the round deformed around the bone but didn't evidently fragment.

With her wound banged tightly I release the shaking, crying woman. Both Robert and i held her in a tight embrace, careful not to put additional pressure on the wound. Trying to comfort her as best we could.

==Roberts Perspective.

I Felt guilty as sin for doing that to her, but pain is a better alternative to lead poisoning. "At least it wasn't a shotgun..." I found myself stuttering as i hugged her tightly.

"Please, don't. Say. That... Enough pains enough... don't give me that mental image..." The poor woman said with a short gasp for breath, tears were flowing freely from her at this point, who could blame her... If i had someone digging around in my shoulder for a bullet the poor prick would most likely end up with a fist planted firmly in his nose for his troubles...

At some point Dimitri had got up and walked over to the opposite side of the door, and leaned against the wall. Leaving me sitting on the floor rocking back and forth whilst hugging the traumatized Brit.

It was then that, something very surprising, and Hilariously convenient happened.

The door opened and the guard posted outside our door walked in brandishing his PPSH.

"What the Fuck are you all doing in here? Killing each other? I Don't mind, it'd mean i get the rest of the day o- =OOOMPF=" The guard stands there for a few moments before rather comically falling helmet first to the floor like a Stormtrooper.

Both Emily and I look to Dimitri as he grabs the guard by his vest and lifting him up partially before he freezes. Blinks. Then says. "Alexi Chernov?" The guard only groans in response before Dimitri single handily cracks his right knuckles and gifts his treacherous Second in command with an overzealous uppercut.

Using Chernov's shoelaces, Dimitri performs a knot that would make Spongebob's Flying Dutchman proud. With Chernov Imprisoned against the table and desk, Dimitri picks up the PPSH and places the spare magazines he liberated from his Former second in command into his olive green cargo pants. Checking the last mag before he pockets it, Dimitri notices blue tips on the rounds. "Paint round huh Chernov? Theres still redemption for you yet comrade."

==Normal perspective==

Sub commander Chernov groans as his vision begins to restore itself. he tries to raise his hand to hold his throbbing jaw but finds with a gut wrenching feeling that hes been restrained against a table and a desk. A familiar graveling voice reaches his ears. The anger with it causing him to freeze.

"Tell me comrade Chernov! ... Who is involved with this revolt. And Who is their targets... The private of Williams isn't neither smart enough nor has the charisma or foresight to pull this rebellion off. So who is-"

"I'll vill never tell you comrade gen-arall!" Chernov yells in Dimitri's face. His reward for making Dimitri's ears ring. Is a Vicious backhand from Dimitri. "Chert voz'mi, ty zver', lyubyashchiy mraz'!" ""

Dimitri Spins around on the ball of his foot before placing his steel capped boot on the table Chernov is tied to, perilously close to Chernov's 'Assets'. Leaning over the Traitor Dimitri Yells back in his native tongue. "Vy pomogayete duraku, kotoryy nachal etu bor'bu, kotoraya ne sdelala nichego, krome kak ubila nashikh druzey i ugrozhayet nevinnym zhiznyam!"
""

Chernov spits at Dimitri, only managing to hit his shirt. Dimitri continues with an un-amused expression. "Idiot, za kotorym vy posleduyete, ne sdelayet nichego, krome kak unichtozhit nas, Chernov. Po slovam nashego meditsinskogo personala. Nashi tsifry - eto minimum, neobkhodimyy dlya togo, chtoby ne stradat' ot geneticheskogo zastoya. Ergo, my nakhodimsya v opasnoy zone dlya unichtozheniya nashego vida s litsa etogo mira! Vrachi govoryat, chto yesli my poteryayem boleye neskol'kikh soten chelovek, samoye bol'sheye, my sdelayem eto za neskol'ko pokoleniy, prezhde chem obshchiy zastoy zastavit nas umeret'! Poni budut vystavlyat' nashi kosti v muzeyakh. «Eto ostatki odnogo velikogo i mogushchestvennogo chelovecheskogo roda», - skazhut oni!" <"IDIOT! Your are helping the fool who'll destroy our species! The doctors say if we loose a minimum of a few hundred people we're in serious danger of genetic stagnation! If such happens, Then our Species would be lucky to get a few generations before our race is wipes from this planets face by genetic defects! The inhabitants of this world will display our bones and personal treasures in museums! "These are the remnants of the one great and powerful human race" They'll say!>"

"Any idea what their saying?" Robert asks Emily from the floor.

"Not a clue, but i wish i had popcorn" She responds.

"Tell me comrade Chernov! WHOS the Swine leading this Rebellion!"

"NEVER!"

"I admire your resistance to interrogation Chernov. Its every bit as impressive as i expected from you. Thats why i chose you as my right hand. But your using you talents for zte wrong side! Tell me Before i'm forced to use more drastic measures of interrogation!"

"Go to hell comrade gen-arall. Those bastard animals get what they deserv!"

Need i remind you Chernov. There is no 'I' in zte word team. But there is 'U' in Gulag.

Chernov's uncomfortable expression shows through his facade of temperament.

"Your threat is shallow comrade Gen-arall *Chernov says in a mocking tone.* I know we don't have a gulag here!"

"Not yet comrade. But where you think we are going to throw these dissidents? Would you like the luxury cell. It comes with the best views available. After wall. Theres no roof. Mother natures dirt is you floor. And your 3x3 foot living area has best ventilation ever. Due to the walls beingk chainlink fence."

Chernov spits at Dimitri's face This time it lands home and true

"I'm afraid it... has come to this comrade Chernov" Dimitri walks over to a box on the table in the corner that he found whilst locking down the building for Chernov's interrogation. The Russian returns with his sheathed knife, he pulls his Machete sized Kukri from its sheath. Raising his arm, knife in hand, Emily and Robert jump up from the floor before he does something stupid. Dimitri Stabs the knife into the wooden table near Chernov's balls, before disappearing out the door. The sound of a metal locker can be heard opening. After a short rummage, the door audibly slams shut with a metallic rattle. Dimitri returns holding an AK-47, the stock is ornately carved with beautiful patterns.

Chernov's head flies up from the table at hearing Emily say "An AK-47?"

"What are you doink with sasha?"

Dimitri walks over to his knife and pulls it form the table. Placing the 'AK' on the table next to Chernov's face. He holds the blade to the lacquered wood. "Tell me WHO is behind the revolt, and where their targets are!"

"No! NO! YOU WOULDN'T you monster! Leave Sasha out of zis!" Dimitri Raises his Kukri over his head, blocking out the yellow light from the single light bulb in the room. Causing the tip of the re-curved blade to cast a shadow of Chernov's face.

"Once again Chernov. Who is the leader. And who are his targets!" Chernov spends a long time thinking, too long. Dimitri Brings his blade down full force into the table, Causing Chernov to yell in fear of his prized possession. Dimitri held the AK up to Chernov's face. "Oops. I missed. I Wounder how many times that will happen?" He asks turning to Robert with a chuckle and a sinister grin that would make a Cheshire cat shiver.

"Need i ask the question yet again Chernov?" Raising the blade back to its former position and pinning the AK to the table with his other hand Dimitri waits patiently. "Tri!"

...

Chernov starts shaking his head in a no gesture. "Dva!"

...

"No! Comrade Gen-arall! Have mercy upon Sasha!" Chernov pleads.

"Sasha is your responsibility, since your a traitor that makes her a traitor as well Chernov. Odin!"

...

Dimitri brings his arm and thus the Kukri into a downswing towards Sasha. Dimitri Ceases his blades advance only mere centimeters from the weapons stock as Chernov finally scream out "OK OK OK! STOP STOP! I'LL TELL YOU EVERYTHING!"

Dimitri raises his blade from its poised position over the Kalashnikov, and with a swing of his arm throws it across the room, the tip of the blade penetrates the wall, causing it to jut-out the wall at an odd angle, the knife rocking back and forth slightly whilst sticking in the wall.

Robert and Emily look to each other with deadpan expressions. "What have i just witnessed?" Emily questions.

"Thank god... He didn't hurt the defenseless gun..." Robert says in his twang as he breathes a sigh of relief.

Rolling her eyes Emily scoffs before mumbling. "Men..." She turns and leaves the room.

Chernov is not openly yelling out random information about the various leaders of the coup-de-tat. As well as their targets.

"Big bear?!" Dimitri yells out in shock. His own best friend had orchestrated this whole nightmare? "Chernov i'm going to cleave Sasha in half, and cram one end down your throat, and the other up your ass!" Dimitri said lifting the petrified man off the table by his vest. "That is bullshit! He'd never do anything like this! Its so out of character for him its impossible!"

Robert walks over. "And how can you be so sure there champ?" Dimitri drops the traitor back on the table.

"Big Bear, AKA. Staff sergeant Nikoli Markoran. Wouldn't even hurt a fly! When we were competing in his homeland-" Dimitri points to the unconscious form of Johnna. "- His cousin had the second most deadliest snake in the world crawl into her tent. Instead of killing or injuring it, he grabbed it and walked it outside whilst it was trying to kill him, he walked it down the road for three minutes this way, before throwing it into the bushes away from our camp. The man is as soft as a march mellow. He's all, 'Protect the whales' and everything. You should see him when he finds out someone throws recyclables in the wrong bin even"

"People change Dimitri" Robert said with a mellow tone.

"Not Big bear! Something here is... as you'd put it 'Fishy-" Dimitri's cut off when Emily yells from down the hall.

"GUYS! GUYS!" She rejoins them looking petrified. "All the Close Air Support aircraft and tactical bombers are gone! Along with most of the fighters! The halftracks are missing! And so are most of the tanks! The base is practically abandoned apart from the sparse patrol!" She was nearly frantic. The rebels had manufactured their own ammunition, and She and Johnna already proved they are effective unfortunately.

"We need to contact them somehow!" Dimitri yells. They all split up looking for a way to contact their people. They all meet back up after several minutes, distressed they just start yelling idea's at each other. Then Chernov's voice could be heard yelling from up stairs. Returning to the room Chernov is greeted by three glares of mass destruction.

"What do you want traitor!" Dimitri Growls.

"Your trying to stop the attacks arnt you?" Chernov asks.

"Yes, We are!" Dimitri yells back.

"Check Sophia's locker. Shes the mist cougars new scout, but she always leaves her radio in her locker apparently. Number 357."

Emily jogs over to the locker room and quickly located the suspect locker, quite surprisingly its unlocked, Thats a bad habit...

Upon swinging the door open, her eyes light up. Greeting her is a wide-band command radio. Hefting it out of the locker in one arm she grunts in pain as pain shoots through her injured shoulder. Robert rockets down the stairs repeating "Sorry. Sorry. Sorry. Sorry. Sorry... Forgot" He snatches the half of the radio Emily had managed to pick up before grabbing the other half's carry handle and darting back up the stairs.

The three gather around the radio as they set it to scan frequency's. short rapid bursts of static fill the room as the device scans through channels looking for chatter. After a minute that stretched on for eternity voices breached the static.

"Kanga-carrier seven to Danim, Whats your ETA. we're awfully exposed here."

"Danim to Kangaroo Carrier seven. ETA three minutes. Sit tight." After that message the radio began flicking through more channels, two seconds later it found more chatter.

"Valkyrie leader to squad, keep your heads on the swivel. Protect the bomb buses from enemy-" It was then the screech and roar of jet engines filled the room, compliments of the radios speakers. "-Oh, Shit! JETS! WE'VE GOT JETS!" The sounds of 30mm cannons and the banshee like screams of jets became an orchestra of chaos that threatened to cut off the voices completely. The radio transmission between the squad were reduced to panicked cries for help and orders being barked between those whom kept their calm.

"What are they doing?! Arnt we all on the same side now?!"

"Someone get him off me!"

"Johnson, start firing he'll fly right into it!"

"Damn bastards dancing all over my arse!"

"What the hell?! I've lost rudder control!"

"Fighters pull your heads out of your arses! Their shutting us down one by one!"

The squadron leaders voice growls ferally over the radio "RED! Its that Principality Bastard Char! All units focus fire on the red craft Repeat the RED craft! Its their leader! Tear it to fuckin' shreds!"

"At least Chars on our side?" Robert says with a confused sigh of relief.

Emily picks up the microphone before setting the radio to a rarely used setting that the rules of the sport required be installed for 'safety reasons'. With the knob turned to Wide-band Emergency Broadcast. Emily speaks into the microphone once shes pressed the trigger.

"To all Forces! This message is directed at you!-" some voiced mumbled over the radio bands to each other or no one in particular.

"Wait.. what?"

"how is this possible? Wasn't she supposed to have been assassinated by the horses special forces?"

"Thats what i heard..."

Emily presses the microphone trigger once more. "I Now understand that not all of you are acting on the will to harm others with fowl intent... But instead, act upon the fallacy's of this rebellions leader. Staff Sergeant Nikoli Markoran, Code name: Big Bear. As you can tell! Your team leaders still live! And i'm afraid i have shocking news. Our lives were put into jeopardy. The rebellion opened fire upon us with live rounds. Both I And Johnna sustained gunshot wounds. The legendary Jamargy sisters fates as of current are unknown, however they were wounded severely during the short resistance we were able to put up against the rebels, and are feared dead-" By now angered yelling and disgust was present across all bands of the radios range.

Emily continues "By proceeding with your actions. You are all Endangering the lives of Innocent beings. Mothers, their children. Fathers. Brothers. Sisters. And their sons and daughters. The young and Old are in danger by your actions! You threaten their lives, livelihood and right to freedom and equal rights by proceeding with this act of immeasurable violence against a civilization that has not seen war on over a millennia!" A Voice yells back over the radio with hatred. And received several acknowledgements from his peers.

"THEY KILLED OUR PEOPLE FIRST! WE'VE DONE NOTHING TO THEM! BUT THEY'VE DONE PLENTY TO US! THEY GET WHATS COMIN'! THEY CHOSE THEIR SIDE!"

With a sigh, realizing that there was little they could do to salvage the situation she sacrifices something precious to her, Her teams trust... Emily depresses the trigger to the microphone. "I Fear that we, your leaders are to blame for this series of events as well... You've all placed your trust in us, and we withheld information from you. The attack against us. Was not an act ordered by the Equestrians leaders. Nor its people! The massacre of our people was carried out by an over cautious glory seeking captain, his troops were forced by cultural pressure to obey the orders of their captain, however over two thirds of the aggressors force realized that the captain was acting on that of his own agenda, and abandoned his command, returning to their barracks to face punishment for abandoning their posts..." Awkward silence over the radio was a start...

Emily continued "The 'Tan Tabbies' Posted a report before the Rebellion started, They witnesses the Equines leaders perform a public punishment of all the survivors that returned from the failed attack on the Mist Cougars. All survivors were publicly stripped of their rank, shamed, Then taken into custody and marched to their capital in chains. As Prisoners.
Before the Coup-de-tat started, Johnna, Dimitri and I were in the middle of a radio call with the Equines leaders. They contacted us, Apologized. accepted responsibility for allowing their guards to fly off the handle, then wished to sign official documents that protect our species from any further such violence against us. THEY. NEVER. WANTED. VIOLENCE! So, Are we going to brutally murder their innocent because of the actions of a few? Are you willing to stain your hands with the blood of the innocent? Because if you are, then sadly, your no different than the Rogue Captain who commanded the Massacre against us"

After a minute of silence, a voice talked back over the radio. "This is Captain James Jackson, of the Flying fortress. 'Ratta-tat tat tabbie cat'. We're with you Emily!" After a few seconds of more silence more voices seeming flooded over the radio, so many people where yelling and hollering their pledges of allegiance to Emily that the radio was emitting nothing but constant high pitched static for nearly thirty seconds.

"Wonderful! Simply Wonderful! You've all made the Human race proud! Attention to all forces of the Coalition! Switch your IFF tags over to: Star, Star, three, five five, seven, one, star. Anyone who doesn't switch their IFF tag to this frequency is an enemy. Subdue them without causing mortal harm. In the case of aircraft. Damage then in a manor which causes the aircraft to force an emergency landing or the crew to bail out. Don't kill anybody if at all possible, unless its a last possible resort please! in the case of Tanks and other Armoured vehicles, Disabling them Via engine shots is recommended! Infantry are to be downed by non lethal means, if worst comes to worse and they pose a life threatening risk to either the natives of this world or yourself or comrades, then you have permission to shoot them. Try to aim for non lethal areas such as limbs. Stand by for further orders! We're setting up a command center now to advise all forces!"

With that done, Emily places the microphone down and turns to her friends. "Lets get this war over with, sign those documents, and have a sugary barrel of tea..." she groans as she falls to her knees from stress and the drilling pain of her shoulder.

Laughing Robert drags a chair over and sits her down at the table the radio is currently sitting on. Before Robert can turn to go retrieve a beverage from the fridge the glass windows shatter as a squad of loyalist grenadiers figured out the obvious source of the radio transmissions.

Robert crawls across the floor to Emily, who threw herself out of the chair. "One day! One Fucking 'Normal' Day! IS THAT TOO MUCH TO ASK FOR?!" He yells up to the shattered window from the floor. The sound of the ground floor door being kicked in and heavy running reaches them, Dimitri aims his PPSH at the stairs, As Robert commando crawls his way into their former cell, and Cuts Chernov free.

Robert Hands the confused man his AK-47 Before letting go he says. "You helped, us. That means that i have at least some faith in you buddy. Are you going to fight for good?"

Without a second to think Chernov nods strongly. Realizing his grip on the barrel of Sasha Robert smiles warmly before saying. "Good man." And running out the door with the former Russian prisoner closely behind, loading live rounds. Into an empty magazine. "Where did you get those?" Robert asks in amazement and confusion. Chernov just reaches into his pocket and repeatedly throws handful after handful of live rounds at the leaders, who immediately begin passing them to each other and pocketing them.

The first two troopers storm their way to the top of the stairs, only to be sent tumbling back down after being sprayed in the helmet, visor and lightly protected neck by Dimitri and the PPSH.

"Vhere about to have company Comrades!... I Like company... Especially the kind i can shoot!" He says with as thick of a Russian accent as he can whilst still being understandable. His malicious grin gives them all chills.