Arrival

District 4 is bathed in the majesty of the ocean. Its shores stretch in an endless line, where waves break against the sand, creating an eternal symphony of sounds and a salty breeze that caresses the faces of those who venture close. The landscape is a spectacle of tranquility and natural beauty, with its blue and crystal-clear waters reflecting the sunlight, inviting you to immerse yourself in its freshness.

However, in the surroundings of District 4, an unsettling loneliness is perceived. Despite the apparent serenity of the environment, the atmosphere has become tense. The Peacekeepers, responsible for maintaining order and subjugation in the district, are becoming increasingly nervous and alert. The usual tranquility has been disrupted by the message transmitted for a precious few minutes, the message of a rebellion in progress, of rebels dressed in blood-soaked attire.

The inhabitants of District 4, accustomed to living in a place indifferent to the conflicts and struggles of Panem, mistakenly believed they would never be attacked, that they were safe from the reach of the rebellion. But that message has shaken their foundations and exposed that no place is exempt from the battle for freedom.

The sound of the ocean, once accompanied by laughter and carefree conversations, is now interrupted by whispers of uncertainty and the latent fear in every gaze. The streets have grown darker, with a sense of mistrust in the air. The Peacekeepers patrol with greater intensity, their weapons firmly gripped, aware that the apparent calm of the district can turn into an unleashed storm at any moment.

District 4, known for its fishing prowess and its connection to the sea, is at a critical moment in its history. The calm waters of the ocean have been stirred by rebellion and the thirst for freedom. Now, more than ever, indifference has been replaced by the struggle, and the district's inhabitants face a choice: to remain in the shadows or join the cause of the rebellion.

In this seemingly forgotten corner by the Capitol, the flame of resistance has been ignited. And although the Peacekeepers may feel nervous and fearful, the transmitted message has made it clear that indifference is no longer an option. In District 4, solitude has transformed into a collective cry of defiance and calm, and the days of superficial tranquility are numbered until now.

...

In one of the Hovercrafts, the smell of blood permeated the cabin and the rear area where all the rebels were in silence.

Jacob, who was in the pilot's seat, looked at Finnick beside him and asked casually, "Are you nervous about what might happen?"

Upon hearing this question, Finnick's face showed nervousness, and he replied, "They're my people after all, I'm afraid of failing them just as everything begins..."

"This will be the final element of surprise before the Capitol realizes how we're attacking. It won't be as easy from now on..."

Jacob had foreseen that after this, he wouldn't need to actively participate in every battle, and his people needed a break after intervening in the next district. But it's true that not everything is like that, the majority of his people now consist of men from District 11, while those from District 12 stayed in 11 to protect the place.

Still having control over District 10, the Capitol might not really be concerned about food, but once that district is taken by the rebels, then the Capitol must consider its options.

"Everyone's confidence is through the roof, no one ever believed we could have control over so many Hovercrafts and how they're being used. Everyone truly admires you, Jacob." Finnick spoke about something he had seen in the field, trying not to dwell too much on their arrival in District 4.

Thinking about everything Jacob could have accomplished in his year of working only in the mines, he felt guilty and foolish, but still said, "We don't have to say we're truly winning. The Capitol still has strong defenses to invade, and their aerial attacks may arrive sooner than expected..."

"[Master, four Hovercrafts have been detected in District 4, half of them are on the ground. I will take control of the Hovercrafts before attacking!]"

"Are there any nearby bases in District 4?"

"[Master, two enemy bases have been detected, both equipped with a considerable amount of weaponry. It is recommended to deal with those bases before cutting communication and subsequently seizing all their armament.]"

"We can't go immediately. Find a safe place to leave half of the people... I don't want to expose them..." Jacob murmured as he pondered what to do.

Attacking nearby bases from the air and then seizing their weapons is intelligent, but doing so with people inside the Hovercraft without considering the danger is something a foolish person would do. Therefore, two Hovercraft will land in a safe zone to order an airstrike.

"Very well, that's settled."

After making a decision, Jacob spoke, "First, we will eliminate the nearby bases in District 4 under Capitol control. Two squads will stand by while unmanned Hovercraft carry out that task. Once the bases are eliminated, they will be sent to seize everything that can be used and return to District 4."

The journey lasted several long hours, during which everyone contemplated what they were about to experience in District 4, fearful of not doing enough for the victory they all desired.

...

"Infiltrating Hovercraft systems..."

"Intercepting communications..."

Jacob's intelligent assistant, a machine programmed with a system far superior to any other technology, skillfully infiltrated the control system of the enemy Hovercraft. With subtle yet strategic movements, it took control of the aircraft. Chaos engulfed the pilots, unable to comprehend how their own weapon had turned against them.

Boom!

Bang Bang Bang Bang!

These Hovercraft controlled by Jacob's intelligent assistant initiated the attack, their control surpassing that of any human, distinguishing between enemies and allies.

Without wasting time, Jacob's assistant guided the incoming Hovercraft towards a controlled landing in the streets of District 4. A deafening roar announced their arrival, shaking the ground and awakening the awareness of the peacekeepers. Alarm sirens blared, but time was running out for them.

"Let's go, gentlemen, swiftly and cleanly!"

"No mercy!"

Amidst the confusion and smoke, the rebels disembarked from the Hovercraft with feline agility. They were prepared, armed to the teeth, and ready to fight for their freedom. The streets of District 4 transformed into a chaotic and bloody battlefield.

"To the right!"

Bang Bang Bang!

The peacekeepers on the streets, unprepared for what they were about to face, watched as men dressed just like them but covered in blood attacked them with firearms.

Boom!

Bang!

"Ahhhhh!"

The peacekeepers, bewildered by the sudden change in the situation, attempted a desperate defense. Gunfire and bursts of flames illuminated the dark horizon, creating a deadly ballet of bullets cutting through the air. Grenades exploded, impacts reverberated, mingling with the screams of combatants and howls of pain.

Leading the rebels with unwavering confidence, Jacob responded to the enemy fire with overwhelming force. Every step, every movement was imbued with abnormal deadly precision. His fierce gaze and tactical prowess demonstrated that he would not stop until victory was assured.

"Keep advancing, let's clear the streets first, then move to the central zone!"

The combat was brutal, but the rebels fought with a ferocity and unity that shook the foundations of the Capitol. The numerical superiority of the peacekeepers was neutralized by the indifference to death displayed by those who had chosen to rise against oppression. Amidst the heat of battle, blood and sweat mingled, fueling the rebels' thirst for justice.

One by one, the peacekeepers fell before the unleashed fury of the rebels. The enemy resistance quickly faded under the relentless assault of the fight for freedom. Victory cries resonated in the air as the rebels marched steadily towards the final defeat of their oppressors.

In the midst of chaos and the clamor of battle, District 4 was dyed in red. The blood of the fallen stained the streets, but that crimson liquid became a symbol of resistance and hope. The rebels had shown their bravery and their ability to confront the Capitol, defying expectations and forging a path towards freedom.

Jacob's assistant monitored every move, assisting with precision and calculating each strategic maneuver. Its crucial role in the battle did not go unnoticed, as its artificial intelligence merged with the cunning and determination of the rebels.

Night fell upon District 4, but the flames of rebellion continued to burn strong. Jacob and his followers had prevailed with relative ease, eliminating the peacekeepers who had tormented the citizens for so long. The Capitol was wounded, and its dominion teetered in the face of the unwavering determination of those who had chosen to fight to the last breath.

The war had only just begun, but in the streets of District 4, the message was clear: oppression's days were numbered, and hope flourished amidst the darkness. The fight for freedom had become tangible, palpable, and the rebels were determined to press forward, regardless of the consequences.