God Bless the USA

Queen Chrysalis stops mid step, confused. She tries to move her body further forwards, but for some reason it doesn't seem to want to respond. The queen starts to notice that she's actually starting to feel really tired, which was strange as she was full of energy just a few moments ago. She looks down at her chest, feeling a strange tingling sensation and lets out a small gasp as she spots the massive hole in her chitin that was heavily leaking out her green blood. She stands, confused for a moment not able to understand how she hadn't noticed such an injury before. Chrysalis opens her mouth, trying to say something, but all that comes out is a small gurgle before she falls over onto her side losing consciousness.

Fitz would stare in horror as he hears the gunshot and watches the young Nymphs mother fall to the ground after pausing for several moments. He'd glance to his left seeing the young trembling man who had shot her. He'd dropped his M16 and was staring in horror looking at his hands.

"I-I, I-it was an accident, I-I didn't see...O-Oh god..." the young man would mutter while the soldiers to his side would start muttering amoungst themselves, instantly able to see heavy movement in the changeling ranks.

At the same time

Trimmel would stare for a moment, shocked as he watches his queen pause for a moment, before dropping to the ground bleeding heavily. He'd be in a state of confusion for a moment, before a sheer feeling of rage flows through him watching the mare he'd watched grow from when she was just a nymph under the previous queen drop to the ground, seemingly dead.

He'd push his way through the ranks of changelings, drawing his scimitar. "THOSE MONSTERS HAVE MURDERED OUR QUEEN! ATTACK THEM, KILL THEM ALL! AVENGE YOUR QUEENS DEATH!" he'd shout in pure rage, before rushing towards the bipeds, his sword held in his magic. After a moment he'd hear the sound of his battle cry being taken up by the rest of the changelings the sound of a thousand weapons being drawn and over four thousand charging hoof beats overpowering his own.

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The battle if it could even be called that was over in minutes the US Marines noticing a charging force with obviously hostile intent immediately opened fire years of experience and training taking over any guilt they have felt about the situation. The front line of the changeling collapsed into chaos within the first twenty seconds the sounds of screaming wounded and dying quickly filling the air when it wasn't overpowered by the thundering of gunshots.

"SON OF A - CEASE FIRE GOD DAMMIT! CEASE FUCKING FIRE!" Fitz would scream slapping the helmets of the men nearest to him. After a few more seconds of screaming the gunfire slowly stopped to a trickle and then ceased to exist at all, but by then several hundred changelings lie dead or dying on the forty yard stretch of beach in front of the FOB. The ones that had survived the deadly hail of lead either stood immobile, terrified or had thrown their weapons on the ground in surrender.

Out of the roughly fourteen hundred changelings that had charged the FOB only around 550 got out of it unharmed. 346 of them were confirmed deceased or so injured they were unsavable. The others were either wounded or had deserted and ran into the forest. US forces suffered no casualties or injuries. Private McClain, the one who had fired the shot that had sparked the conflict was found by his bunk three hours later having hung himself with his bed sheets out of guilt.

The reinforcements that had been sent from the fleet arrived to a camp with it's moral nearly nonexistent, the vibrant attitude that had been among everyone just hours before was now gone replaced by empty husks of men that just mindlessly did their duties.

"Lieutenant Lund reporting for duty, Sir," says the young man who was in charge of the platoon that had arrived to act as reinforcements.

"You're late, doesn't matter. Battles already 'won' if it could even be called that. Get your men to the front and help with the wounded we need every extra set of hands we can get and medical supplies are running out, fast," Captain Fitz would say, pointing towards the location of the main barricades before returning to his tent to try to calm down the screaming Nymph that had been pulled away from her mother.

The only good news was that Chrysalis's injury seemed like it would be none-lethal, but they couldn't know for sure until a day or two had passed. As he approached the entrance to the tent he hesitated for a moment, not quite sure of the emotional state of the Nymph inside. He'd let out a sigh and mutter "Now or never..." before pushing the flap open and walking inside. Fitz would spot the young princess in the back corner of the tent, whimpering and crying softly not having noticed him enter.

He'd slowly approach, standing quietly behind her before he'd reach out with a hand and rest it on her back, hoping to at least provide some comfort. Her reaction was almost expected in a way, but it still shocked him when she whipped around and bit him before running under the map table and hissing.

Fitz lets out a light wince of pain, but in the end the bite wasn't that deep or painful. She barely even managed to penetrate the material of the gloves he wore. He grabs a nearby chair and pulls it up to the edge of the table, a few feet away from the Princess who had gone back to crying. Fitz would reach over the top of the table, grabbing a small locked case and entering the code, popping it open and taking out a small flask of whiskey. He takes a long swig of it and then places it onto the table, letting out a sigh.

"Listen kid, I know you probably hate me, hell you probably hate all of us right now. I just want to let you know that your mom is going to be okay, we took her back to our ship and our doctors are takin' care of her. I-I just want to let you know that I'm sorry for what happened, I know it probably doesn't mean anything to you right now, but that never should have happened. I'll do the best I can to make it up to you and your people, I swear on that,"

"M-Mom's gonna b-b-be okay?"

"Yeah kid, she'll be fine..." Fitz would say looking down to see Nymph's small head poking out from under the table. "I can take you to see her if you want to, like I said I'm going to do whatever I can to fix this,"

A small smile would spread across Nymph's muzzle. "I-I'd like to see her very much, a-and I'm sorry for biting and hissing at you, mom says I shouldn't do that, b-but I was just so upset..."

Fitz would let out a small sad smile and stand up. "It's alright kiddo, it was my fault for startling you, now let's go see your mom,"

Admiral Philip Sawyer of the US 7th Fleet was not having a good week. It all started when he had spilled his coffee all over his freshly cleaned dress uniform after an extremely loud explosion had startled him out of his seat. It got even worse when he and his men realized that they were no longer docked in Japan, in fact Japan seemed to just be gone. There was mass hysteria in the next few hours afterwords as officers slowly, but surely re-established discipline aboard the numerous ships in the now mobile and anchored fleet. Since GPS didn't seem to be working he had just ended up picking a direction and informing his Captains to set sail. When asked why he had merely responded he had a 'good feeling' which was a lie of course, in reality the man just didn't see anything else to do in that situation, leaving a fleet of over seventy ships of various classes just sitting in the middle of the ocean seemed rather pointless so he had picked the next best option.

Things were finally seeming to look up for him and his men though, they had spotted what seems to be a small land mass about the size of Australia if a bit smaller and even better, there seemed to be a small strike force of US ships anchored off the shore of it. His men had even managed to establish radio contact with them, what he had learned over the past few hours was that it wasn't only Japan that seemingly disappeared, it was the entire world though by some act of god the States themselves managed to stay where they were, supposedly anyways. Just a few minutes prior he had spoken with the Captain of that fleet one Fitzgerald who was apparently in a slight state of shock after having had some sort of child thrusted onto him while he was attempting to deal with the logistics and stress of not only finding out other sapient races aside from Humanity exist, but also that his men were just responsible for massacring a few hundred of them.

Philip felt genuine sympathy for the man and had added suggesting him for a commendation or promotion onto his mental checklist of things he probably should be accomplishing instead of pondering the existence of insect like equines. Apparently the 'changeling' as they were called that been originally shot sparking the entire conflict was their queen. Philip actually face palmed when he had heard that, just because of the fact out of ALL the others that were there, the one that ended up being shot just HAD to be the one in charge of the entire nation. He silently added 'Make up huge mistake to foreign power' onto his list of things he'd really rather not be doing right now, but must anyways. He straightens his posture and quickly swipes some crumbs from the bland bread ration he had just finished eating off of his pant leg, before standing up and stepping off of the helicopter he had been on for the past fifteen-minutes and onto the main deck of the USS Saipan Captain Fitzgerald's flag ship, he'd take a moment to salute and dismiss a group of passing service men who had halted and saluted him.

He walks across the main deck towards the Bridge an almost aura like feeling of confidence and authority surrounding him as he enters into the open bulkhead door and descends down the stairs into the depths ship, his target being the on board Medical Bay where he heard the 'changelings' and the Captain were currently located and waiting for him.

Fitz would cough into his hand, the situation getting more awkward by the second. First he had arrived at the medical bay to find out that Nymph's mother had in fact NOT woken up yet causing him to spend thirty minutes attempting to stall for time all the while praying to any higher power that would answer him that the Queen would in fact wake up soon. Thankfully at least some deity decided to throw him a bone in this one situation and he received a report that she had woken up, though understandably she was quite aggressive and had managed to destroy half of her room before she had been convinced to calm down by the promise of seeing her daughter and she was now 'supposedly' sitting on her bed and waiting for the Captain. After that as he was just about to enter the medical ward proper he had gotten a call on his radio that a bloody ADMIRAL had shown up bringing a fleet of seventy plus ships with him and was now demanding to see and speak with the Queen to quote 'Rectify any incidents that the over-enthusiasm of the 22nd Marines had caused with an unknown foreign power of a potentially alien species and to put the icing on the cake the Admiral was bringing the small strike force of seven ships into his fold basically taking most of Fitz's command authority.

The sound of the heavy valve of the bulkhead twisting open distracted him out of his musings, he himself having stayed at the entrance to the medical ward while Nymph ran off to be reunited with her mother. When the door was finally opened he got his first real look at Admiral Philip a clearly older man, seemingly in his 50's with bright blue eyes and graying brown hair, though he still carried himself with the posture of a man who had seen and survived through many years of conflict and politics. Philips snaps his fingers in front of Fitz's face, looking concerned for a moment.

"You alright son? You seemed to have spaced out on me there for a second," Philip would say causing Fitz to stammer out a rapid apology before leading the Admiral to the room where the two changelings were being kept.