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Angsty Sanders Sides one shots! Read with caution - Heavy topics and many trigger warnings. Hope you enjoy!

I'm. Not. Sad!
I'm. Not. Sad!
I'M! NOT! SAD!
Patton is feeling too many emotions at once. It's mentally destroying him, he keeps repeating the same thing over and over again. I'm Not Sad. 
Patton doesn't want to be a burden so he bottles up his feelings and fools everyone by pretending to be happy, except one. 
Deceit.

Logic has a dream that turns into a nightmare. 
Logan dreams to be a teacher and with the help and motivation of his boyfriend Patton becomes a professor at the local high school.  Another teacher shows an interest in Logan and soon makes his move. Patton saw his boyfriend kissing another man and that's where the nightmare begins.

All wars are civil wars because all men are brothers.
APRIL 2064
INTERNATIONAL REINFORCEMENTS AND STRATEGICAL COMMISSION HEADQUARTERS
03:37
It was already 3 in the morning and the IRSC is still on operations, and they are getting prepared for possible warfare between both sides of Ireland. Director Gordon and Captain Harrison have confirmed that the upcoming conflict isn't considered as a Civil War since they have just separated, and now that both parties are at war, the agency has come to solve it.
They weren't exchanging bullets, bombs, or any type of offense yet, but whatever the outcome is, they wouldn't pick sides in this win-or-lose situation. The circumstances are critical, and they needed backup as they convince a former member of the institute to work with them behind the scenes.
"We need Sanders at this situation, Director. That former intern of ours could provide us support on our back." Agent Harrison suggested, requesting to have Jake Sanders back at their unit.
"I don't know about that kid. I have to talk to his father in order to borrow him." Director Gordon denies the request.
The Fatal Four and some figures from the IRSC have been called for a meeting, and they are already constructing verdicts before joining the action.
"Bringing this into technological warfare? Every country has its own advancements now, Director. But having the kid on our side for the second time would be a factor for this 'spectator' schtick, I mean come the fuck on!" The Captain is in favor to have Jake back.
"Easy there, Trevor. Of course, Jake would contribute a lot. But what I'm saying is that would he agree to stay behind the scenes?" Matilda sighed, bringing her point.
"Right... I need to call his dad. Excuse me for a minute. Agent Harrison, lead the discussion while I'm contacting Mister Sanders." The Director got up, excusing himself as he goes to his office to call for Jake's father.
Matilda agreed, resuming their meeting. "So, this is the day where we need to stick as one huh?"
"I think so." The Captain nodded.
"Alright, what is the problem between the Northern and the Mainland again? Context, please." Alexandria asked for the roots of the growing tensions.
"Territorial dispute, 'nuff said." Trevor simply replied.
"Which one is being offensive?" Marcus asked, wanting to have his share of knowledge.
"Main one." Trevor was the one who is giving answers to their questions.
"But there's no records of any exchange of fire yet. How is that?" Alexandria with the questions brought by confusion.
"We don't have to wait for that. We're all ears for a word from General O'Shaunessy to affirm the happenings." Captain Harrison mentioned The General.
"General O'Shaunessy?" They don't know who he is, and Trevor was the only one who could introduce him to them.
"That bastard... He's a childhood friend of mine. But we're enlisted in different countries."
"They were way back," Matilda added.
"But, it doesn't mean that I'll pick his side. He might be representing Ireland, but that doesn't stop me." The Captain insisted.
"Also, time is not picking sides as well. Who knows? Their arses might be firing their way in now." Agent Harrison predicted.
"Give us the pattern already." Sergei surprisingly spoke out.
"More like our game plan." Marcus corrected.
Director Gordon immediately emerged in front of them with the good news.
"Jake is on his way with something... Big." The Director foreshadowed.
"His father agreed for this certain mission?" Trevor asked.
"He's working behind the scenes, so there's nothing to worry about," Gordon affirmed.
"About the battle plan... Should I start now?" Matilda asked for permission.
"Go right ahead, lead them for what they should do on the battlefield." Director Gordon sat down, allowing Matilda to discuss the plans for the upcoming warfare ahead.
Agent Harrison cleared his throat, introducing the plans while standing in front of a presentation board. "So, at least I should greet each and every one of you a good morning. Because hell is about to break loose."
All of the figures are on the table, lending an ear to Matilda for their battle scheme.
"#001, as usual. Lead and front them. Give your regards to the team, okay?" Matilda gave orders to her husband.
"Affirmative." Trevor nodded.
"#002, use your skills on camping. I suggest that you should use your preferred firearm. We couldn't recommend a thing for you to use." Matilda also gave Sergei some pointers.
"You could count on me, Agent Harrison." Sergei is okay with it.
"Good, now. #003. Welcome back, first of all. And now that you're back in action, we need you for infiltration purposes. We have a unit specialized for intruding, and of course, they wouldn't know since most of them are on the battlefield so lead them. Are you okay with it, my dear?" She with her directions for Alexandria.
"I'm totally fine with it," Alexandria ensured that she would.
"And last, #004. You have to alter your roles for this one. I know this sounds so experimental, but you need to join #001 for fronting purposes. Be the second-line commander for the Militia unit. And after that, we need your techniques for infiltration. Understood?" And finally, she commanded Marcus on what to do.
"Understood." Marcus puts two fingers on his forehead and made a salute with it.
"Alright, and as a whole. Of course, this requires teamwork. Do not root on any side, copy? No matter what happens, a team is a team." Agent Harrison seemed so determined to give everyone some orders in general.
"Copy that." The Captain conceded.
"Is that clear?" Matilda asked, waiting for them to answer back before going back to her seat.
"Yes ma'am!" The four of them copied.
Director Gordon momentarily appeared at the meeting office. "That's what I like to hear."
"Sir." Agent Harrison was still up.
"Here's a word from Mister Sanders... The kid will be here at any time. And after the phone call, I received a response from both sides." The Director said, crossing his arms.
"And what's the sitrep?" Trevor rested his legs on the table.
"Since they haven't fought themselves to death yet, there is more room for us." Gordon summarized it.
"They haven't tagged each other yet?" Marcus asked.
"Are you deaf? I just recently received the word." The Director makes sure of it.
"Sorry, I just need to make things clear." Marcus looked away, understanding what the Director said.
"But still, we have to prepare for this operation." Alexandria wouldn't let their guards down.
"I have already named this particular operation... It's entitled 'Operation: Green Heat'". Director Gordon revealed the term that they will use for the mission coming up, dropping a folder that will be used to document and cover the entire happenings during the intervention.
"That came all of a sudden." Matilda held the file, opening to sign it.
"You four, sign it too," Gordon told the team to approve the document.
Trevor took a read of it before signing, and the rest of them did the same procedure. And it is about time to witness Jake's arrival.
"Jake Sanders, reporting for duty." Jake stood in front of them.
"Actually, it's 'Going online', Sanders. Take a seat, and welcome back to the IRSC after a short hiatus." The Director pointed a seat next to Agent Harrison.
"My apologies, Mister Gordon." Jake apologized, removing his glasses before placing himself on the seat.
"It's the 'Director'." Gordon corrected the boy once again.
"Right. It's been almost two months since I went inactive. My dad needed me for programming the whole software of his new tech that will be released next year." Sanders explained the reason why he defected in the first place.
"We understand that, Jake. Your father had already proven himself on the industry, and we gave you a chance to shine." Matilda added, passing the papers on Jake so that he could sign it.
He viewed it, and the title of it caught his attention. "Operation: Green Heat? If I could recall the happenings, Ireland and the Northern one is on civil war. Am I correct?"
"Yeah, and we need you to work behind the scenes just in case. We have a bunch of agents who are skilled when it comes to those tech shit, you should guide them." Director Gordon offered, giving him another chance to join them.
"They're already great on their own, but I will try. And oh, that makes me an agent already?" Jake wanted to get called by that, but he could only dream about it.
"No." The Director simply answered.
"Dang. So how I could contribute exactly? I mean for this flamboyant mission." Sanders asked again, totally clueless about how they needed his excellence in hacking and tracking figures online.
"Track these sons of a bitches down." Trevor provided a photo of whom they are tracking, the picture consists of a group of mercenaries.
"Trevor, no! What are you doing?!" Matilda knew about them, and for some reason, she is suspecting that they are the ones behind all of this.
"They are the only group of rebels I know that has something against both parties. This might be sabotage or something." Captain Harrison said, keeping a stern look on the photos.
Marcus took a glance at the images, and he was familiar with the guy in the middle.
"What's wrong, Marcus?" Matilda asked, thinking that he might work with them before.
"These are The Hooligans, right?" Marcus showed the photo in front of Matilda and Trevor, pointing at the guy at the center.
"Yeah... And why are you pointing at Shamrock?" Trevor asked, being so nosy about the possible connection between Shamrock and Marcus.
"I ran into him before, imagine me and the Captain forged together. This man is what you get." Marcus dropped the photos on the table before the rest of them peeked at it.
"No shit, m'lad. He might have blamed the mainland for the territorial dispute skedaddle. He's one greedy son of a bitch." The Captain didn't like what they are all about.
"So he's the man behind this civil war? He's making them fight so that he could focus on taking both of their resources?" Alexandria thought about it inside her head.
"Exactly." Agent Harrison affirmed it.
"He's also waiting for them to gun each other down," Trevor added as the possibility of it increases.
"If The Hooligans went on executing their plans while both sides are on a convention? It might be considered a war crime." Marcus took a guess.
"Jake, take these photos and scan them. If you do, track them down and see what they're up to." Director Gordon commanded, handing the pictures at Jake.
"Raise my cut after this." Sanders left the meeting office, going to his old table where his technologically-advanced computer was still there.
They went back on discussing The Hooligans while waiting for Jake's release of details.
"Where are we? Oh, Shamrock. Someone? Give us more context about him." Director Gordon wanted more information about the leader of the mercenary team.
"He might be patriotic, but it's out of place. What is he doing right now is not for Ireland, it's for himself." Trevor said, thinking what they should do.
"This needs to be stopped," Matilda suggested.
"You heard her," Sergei muttered.
"But what about our plans? We'll change it?" Alexandria felt like it is going to be scrapped.
"Negative." Agent Harrison would stick to their strategy since they are just changing the target.
"I got info for the targets!" Jake showed up all of a sudden with what he had gathered from the search.
"Go and tell us where they are." Director Gordon allowed him to speak.
"They're on Belfast, planning for something huge. They might be taking their next step for their plans." Jake stated.
"We need to move," Trevor said, standing up.
"Wait a second, Captain. We need a certain amount of units who will participate in this mission." Director Gordon replied, not letting the Captain give orders just yet.
"The Militia Unit, I suppose?" Trevor sat down.
"CALLING ALL UNITS, I REPEAT. CALLING ALL UNITS. THIS IS THE DIRECTOR SPEAKING, I NEED EACH AND EVERY SINGLE ONE OF YOU TO HORDE UP FOR A MISSION."
Director Gordon pressed his communicator, commanding them to stay alert and line up.
Trevor sighed. "Fair enough."
"Follow my commands. The four of you, on the battlefield. The remaining, stay with me. We're taking our Air Carrier, and I'll call Agent Couture and Whittaker to operate it." The Director called for some of the agents while Trevor commanded his unit to go and get what they need for their arsenal.
While Gordon is telling Couture and Whittaker to start the Air Carrier, Trevor went to his room to wear his uniform and bulletproof vest made of kinetic energy-absorbent kevlar. Equipping his trusty M4A1 Assault Rifle after wearing a camo hat on his head.
Meanwhile, Sergei also wore his uniform that comes in gray. Putting his Ushanka on before lifting his SKS Sniper Rifle.
Alexandria locked herself into her room, unzipping what she's wearing to put on her spandex suit. Zipping it close before putting on its hood and mask, strapping a utility belt around her slender waist. Putting a Bayonet on a holster around her boots before pulling out two P30 SMGs.
And lastly, Marcus pressed a button. And there was his suit on a glass protector, opening it before wearing it. First, he puts the torso portion of the armor before wearing the leg part, placing its armored but movable gauntlets around his hands. He then strapped himself with a utility belt as well, wrapping a weapon holder around his back so that he could put his equipment in there.
While Marcus is putting his helmet, Trevor signaled him to follow his instructions. And as he places throwable knives and Desert Eagles around his holsters, the Captain was waiting outside.
"Make it fast, Marcus. They're waiting." The Captain crossed his arms, waiting patiently.
"Just a second, Cap," Marcus replied, grabbing a Katana to put it on his back before Trevor hands the M16 Assault Rifle that he used before.
"Take that, I'll have this." Trevor walked alongside with Marcus, entering the Air Carrier before it took off.
"Thanks, Captain. And where's... Oh, there they are." Marcus looked for Alexandria and Sergei, going beside them as their bird takes off.
"Is everyone present?" Director Gordon puts his hands on his back, looking at every person around the aircraft.
"Yes, Sir. Everyone is present. I just checked it." Matilda confirmed it.
"Good, now. Couture and Whittaker, take us to Belfast. Pronto." The Director instructed the agents to suspend the Air Carrier down the sky, going to their destination.
_________________________________________
After an hour of preparation, they have decided to pursue their plans once and for all and that is to take on this Shamrock they're telling and his legion of mercs that are The Hooligans. And the region of Belfast would be their possible battlegrounds. Director Gordon was pumped and worried at the same time, but there's no backing down at this suicide mission they have proposed.
To be continued...

This isn't Sun Tzu's The Art of War, this is a story based on my imaginations where our protagonists slowly adapt and learn how warfare works.

Enter: The year 2064. What happens if a US Army Captain, a Russian Sniper, a Hispanic Assassin, another Assassin which is the Sniper's sister, and a nerdy Hacker were teamed up by an intelligence agency to do a certain mission of taking down a Terrorist who aims to form an empire by uniting all criminals to seek world domination? The answer, guaranteed chaos.


One of my favorite things to do is sit, curled up on the couch, reading stories with a playlist of my favorite songs playing in the background. Unfortunately, I read through in 3 hours what takes others days. I ran out of books to read, constantly searching the far reaches of libraries for new novels that suited my tastes. Then I discovered fanfiction.
Fanfiction allows readers the familiarity of beloved characters and settings without the boring redundancy of rereading books or reading about new characters before getting over the old ones. There were thousands of them, all on my phone, and they explored new and different sides to all my favorite characters, breathing life back into stories that had long since ended. Reading fanfiction gave me new perspectives on details of my favorite stories that I had overlooked and allowed me to grow a deeper appreciation for the authors that wrote them. 
My favorite aspect of fanfiction is the creativity it inspires in me. After reading the same scene ten different ways I felt the urge to write an eleventh; something that seemed impossible to me as an eighth grader who hated writing almost as much as they loved reading. All of the different ways a character was written or a plot point was twisted fascinated me and I started being drawn to fics about time travel and people who had read the stories finding themselves inside the stories, watching the butterfly effect across the pages. 
Fanfiction helped me in ways I am still discovering today and so I will reiterate; my favorite activity is reading fanfiction.

--Riverdale City, Arcadina--
.
Gathered within a large dining hall, where Marder Shannon, City Lord Sanders... and their men.
They had just had servings of Ramen noodles mixed with some canned tuna from Baymard, while sipping on some cool beverages.
The meal had truly made their taste buds tingle for more.... while the drinks, which had been placed in cold stream water, made their whole insides fizzle in joy.
Dinner time was over, and now.... it was time to get down to business.
. 
"Once again, I welcome you all into my home."
"You are too humble City Lord Marder.
Instead, we should be the ones thanking you for giving us a roof over our heads.
So, back to business..... I have heard a great deal about this place.
From the buildings, to how the people lived.
And even though they have no knight academy there... the few knights that they do have, all seemed to be well trained knights.
For this operation to be successful, we need enough people and enough resources on our sides.
So tell me... how many men do you have for this operation?" 
"6,000 my Lord." 
"_"
.
Previously, Marder would've thought that this amount was enough to deal with Baymard.
But that was before he stepped into the city himself.
Hearing about it, and seeing it for himself... were 2 completely different things.
.
When he had listened to the stories from his men, he felt like that number would be enough.
But after visiting the newly established empire, he couldn't help but feel a little intimidated.
Something kept nagging at the back of his mind that this number was nothing at all.
.
He didn't know why he felt like that... but he just did.
Call it fear, instincts or whatever... but he knew that he needed at least double the amount he had on hand, to successfully take down these Baymardians.
.
So.... all this time, he had been searching for an ally to aid him in his quest.
Even if he had to give these allies a certain share of Baymard, he didn't mind, as he felt that it was better than fighting a losing battle.
Of course, one of the important criterias for choosing any ally... was that they weren't supposed to be close to Baron Cain or his other enemies.
.
He had searched for potential allies for several months  before stumbling upon city lord Sanders.
His spies around Sanders' territory had reported some of Sanders' plans to him.
Hence he had sent a letter to Sanders, and the rest was history.
.
For Sanders, he didn't mind working with Marder.... as he felt like he could use the boy as a means to further ensure his victory over Baymard.
Again, he also felt like the Marder was someone he could squash at any time if need be.
So rather than working with allies who were too powerful.... working with a B-grade one was way better.
.
As those ag A+ grades typically double-crossed each other once the whole show was done.
Sure, his plan was to double cross his ally, as he wanted the entire Baymard to himself.
But for that to work, only newly appointed power holders would be easy to deceive.
.
"6000 men...Hm..... ... not bad.
And you say that another 1000 should be arriving sometime within this week?" Sanders asked curiously, while intensively eyeing Marder.
"That is correct Lord Sanders..... this is all I have on hand at the moment." Marder replied calmly.
In truth, he had a total of 13,071 men already.
But how could he use up all his men just for this battle?
.
Before he was made city lord, his father had secretly given him 3025 men.
And after he was made city lord, by Arcadinian rule, he got another 6000 again.
But when his father died, all his father's men had suddenly vanished or died.... so he had lost the privilege of inheriting all his father's men.
So he was only left with 9,025 men.... which was a minute amount for most city lords, as they usually had several hidden camps around as well.
.
Hence within these past 7 months, he had been recruiting, kidnapping and trapping several peasants... as well as recruiting slave knights who had been captured and sold after losing a war or battle.
So in addition to what he previously had..... as of today, he had a total of 13,071 men.
But he only decided to use 7,000 for this battle.
.
"If you don't mind me asking my lord..... but he many men do you have too?" Marder asked as well.
"Hm.... well, I've brought in 9,000 men for this battle.
That should be enough right?"
"My lord..... it's more than enough!!!!" Marder said excitedly.
With this number, Baymard would definitely be theirs.
Now, they had a total of 16,000 knights.
.
"My lord.... you had also mentioned that you brought in a lot of explosive powder?..... right now in Arcadina, they had named the powder 'Black Powder'... While in the empire of Terique it was called 'Blood Powder'.
"Yes.... a few of my alchemists, had created it a while back.
In total, we brought over 52 barrels of black powder for the operation." 
"_"
Everyone from Marder's side, including Marder himself..... looked open their eyes wide from shock.
52 barrels!!!
He actually brought over such a ridiculous amount?
Wasn't that a little too much?
.
One had to know that with all his money at hand, Marder would only be able to afford at most 6 barrels.
But.... this guy could actually bring 52?
Of course Marder know that it was all thanks to the alchemists.
But that in itself still showed how rich Sanders was.
.
He personally didn't have any alchemists to himself, as keeping just a single one on payroll, while requesting for their absolute loyalty.... would cause him a hefty amount, which wasn't something he could afford now.
But Sanders had not 1, but several alchemists all to himself.
This alone made Marder and his men look at Sanders with a little reverence.
.
Thinking about the black powder, Marder couldn't help but grin widely.
With this amount on hand, how could they loose?
He had gone to Baymard, and had never seen or heard of snow powder there.
So he was certain that once they rained their arrows of snow powder onto the Baymardians, their visitors would definitely be ensured.
.
"As per our agreement, once this is all over...  we'll share each district within the city equally, Right?"
"Of course....I'm a man of my word lord Marder.
I would never go back on my words."
"_"
.
--District I, Coastal Region, The Empire of Baymard--
.
Time passed by swiftly, and soon..... it was already mid April.
Nature was at its playful stage during these last few days.... as the flowers began to bloom, the butterflies fluttered about joyfully, and the greenness of the grass was soon echoed out by the trees.
The early sunlight was soft and mild... as it gave off some warmth towards the Hertfilian grounds.
.
Within the Coastal region... The ocean's breeze gently whispered, as it sang its usual lullaby for all to hear.
The cold drought of air, whirled the waves together, bringing in the ocean's salty taste to one's tongue.
On the beautiful harbor that seemed to stretch further into the ocean..... one could see several ships lined up in an organized manner, around the harbor, as if it were a car park.
Of course while some ships stayed emotionless... others soon took off from the harbor, while others approached it instead..
.
On the harbor.... one would be able to find several staff members dressed in uniform, who were either aiding in welcoming or sending off visitors.
"Dear guests, thank you for staying in Baymard.
We hope that your trip here was satisfactory.
Have a nice day, and a safe trip back.
We look forward to seeing you again.... Bye...."
"Welcome to Baymard dear guests... please follow me, and I'll show you where you can check-in."
"_"
.
Of course... not all the staff had to send off, greet or lead the staff towards the Coastal port.
Some were in charge of transporting cargo, while others aided in untying the ropes that acted as anchors.
The entire region was bustling with activity, as everyone went about their day busily.
.
On the harbor, 3 massive ships soon approached the dock.
Very quickly, several staff members rushed over to assist those on board.
The ships were anchored in place within Harbor Stations 92, 96 and 97.
.
'Poup! Poup!'
The ship was docked, and soon..... a large board was placed between the harbors dock point and the ship's entrance/exit.
The cargo was brought out and placed on several massive baggage trolleys.
And soon, when everyone on board was good to go.... they quickly headed out in one go.
'Din! Din! Din! Din! Din!'
They moved uniformly, as they all walked calmly around their leader while stepping into the harbor. 
 .
"Welcome to Baymard esteemed guests.
Your luggage has been secured, and you are all set to go.
All check-ins will be carried out within the Coastal Port.
My name is Sheila, and if this is your first time in Baymard, then I will be your guide for today.
So how can I address you Miss?"
"You may call me Penelope.
Penelope Thayllard."


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Thank you all for tuning in..... English is my second language... so I promise to try my best.
Again, the first few chapters may seem slow, but trust me, everything will fall into place. there's a reason for everything.
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Well, now back to the synopsis....
Er-erhmm. 
...............
.
Chu Yi dies in a car crash and becomes Landon Barn, the illegitimate son of king Barn, ruler of Arcadina. Because his mother was a maid and the king’s greatest disgrace, his father had always despised him. The same could be said for his half-siblings. 

When he turned 15, his father had announced that the city of Baymard would be given to him, and would no longer be under the empire's control. It was a well known fact that Baymard’s lands were barren, and poverty stricken.... For god’s sake, this was banishment.

His deadbeat father had indirectly banished him from the empire.

Chu Yi woke up in a carriage, on his way to Baymard with a system

"So what if my father hates me? So what if I’m banished?.... I will turn my territory into a modern society"

.


Author-san: the book is a bit fast paced. But it be really be worth it. so just give it a try and you might be surprised.

-Riverdale City, Arcadina--

.

Gathered within a large dining hall, where Marder Shannon, City Lord Sanders... and their men.

They had just had servings of Ramen noodles mixed with some canned tuna from Baymard, while sipping on some cool beverages.

The meal had truly made their taste buds tingle for more.... while the drinks, which had been placed in cold stream water, made their whole insides fizzle in joy.

Dinner time was over, and now.... it was time to get down to business.

. 

"Once again, I welcome you all into my home."

"You are too humble City Lord Marder.

Instead, we should be the ones thanking you for giving us a roof over our heads.

So, back to business..... I have heard a great deal about this place.

From the buildings, to how the people lived.

And even though they have no knight academy there... the few knights that they do have, all seemed to be well trained knights.

For this operation to be successful, we need enough people and enough resources on our sides.


 
So tell me... how many men do you have for this operation?" 

"6,000 my Lord." 

"_"

.

Previously, Marder would've thought that this amount was enough to deal with Baymard.

But that was before he stepped into the city himself.

Hearing about it, and seeing it for himself... were 2 completely different things.

.

When he had listened to the stories from his men, he felt like that number would be enough.

But after visiting the newly established empire, he couldn't help but feel a little intimidated.


 
Something kept nagging at the back of his mind that this number was nothing at all.

.

He didn't know why he felt like that... but he just did.

Call it fear, instincts or whatever... but he knew that he needed at least double the amount he had on hand, to successfully take down these Baymardians.

.

So.... all this time, he had been searching for an ally to aid him in his quest.

Even if he had to give these allies a certain share of Baymard, he didn't mind, as he felt that it was better than fighting a losing battle.

Of course, one of the important criterias for choosing any ally... was that they weren't supposed to be close to Baron Cain or his other enemies.

.

He had searched for potential allies for several months  before stumbling upon city lord Sanders.

His spies around Sanders' territory had reported some of Sanders' plans to him.


 
Hence he had sent a letter to Sanders, and the rest was history.

.

For Sanders, he didn't mind working with Marder.... as he felt like he could use the boy as a means to further ensure his victory over Baymard.

Again, he also felt like the Marder was someone he could squash at any time if need be.

So rather than working with allies who were too powerful.... working with a B-grade one was way better.

.

As those ag A+ grades typically double-crossed each other once the whole show was done.

Sure, his plan was to double cross his ally, as he wanted the entire Baymard to himself.

But for that to work, only newly appointed power holders would be easy to deceive.

.

"6000 men...Hm..... ... not bad.

And you say that another 1000 should be arriving sometime within this week?" Sanders asked curiously, while intensively eyeing Marder.

"That is correct Lord Sanders..... this is all I have on hand at the moment." Marder replied calmly.

In truth, he had a total of 13,071 men already.

But how could he use up all his men just for this battle?

.

Before he was made city lord, his father had secretly given him 3025 men.

And after he was made city lord, by Arcadinian rule, he got another 6000 again.


 
But when his father died, all his father's men had suddenly vanished or died.... so he had lost the privilege of inheriting all his father's men.

So he was only left with 9,025 men.... which was a minute amount for most city lords, as they usually had several hidden camps around as well.

.

Hence within these past 7 months, he had been recruiting, kidnapping and trapping several peasants... as well as recruiting slave knights who had been captured and sold after losing a war or battle.

So in addition to what he previously had..... as of today, he had a total of 13,071 men.

But he only decided to use 7,000 for this battle.

.

"If you don't mind me asking my lord..... but he many men do you have too?" Marder asked as well.

"Hm.... well, I've brought in 9,000 men for this battle.

That should be enough right?"

"My lord..... it's more than enough!!!!" Marder said excitedly.

With this number, Baymard would definitely be theirs.

Now, they had a total of 16,000 knights.

.

"My lord.... you had also mentioned that you brought in a lot of explosive powder?..... right now in Arcadina, they had named the powder 'Black Powder'... While in the empire of Terique it was called 'Blood Powder'.

"Yes.... a few of my alchemists, had created it a while back.

In total, we brought over 52 barrels of black powder for the operation." 

"_"

Everyone from Marder's side, including Marder himself..... looked open their eyes wide from shock.

52 barrels!!!

He actually brought over such a ridiculous amount?

Wasn't that a little too much?

.

One had to know that with all his money at hand, Marder would only be able to afford at most 6 barrels.

But.... this guy could actually bring 52?

Of course Marder know that it was all thanks to the alchemists.

But that in itself still showed how rich Sanders was.

.

He personally didn't have any alchemists to himself, as keeping just a single one on payroll, while requesting for their absolute loyalty.... would cause him a hefty amount, which wasn't something he could afford now.

But Sanders had not 1, but several alchemists all to himself.


 
This alone made Marder and his men look at Sanders with a little reverence.

.

Thinking about the black powder, Marder couldn't help but grin widely.

With this amount on hand, how could they loose?

He had gone to Baymard, and had never seen or heard of snow powder there.

So he was certain that once they rained their arrows of snow powder onto the Baymardians, their visitors would definitely be ensured.

.

"As per our agreement, once this is all over...  we'll share each district within the city equally, Right?"

"Of course....I'm a man of my word lord Marder.

I would never go back on my words."

"_"

.

--District I, Coastal Region, The Empire of Baymard--

.

Time passed by swiftly, and soon..... it was already mid April.

Nature was at its playful stage during these last few days.... as the flowers began to bloom, the butterflies fluttered about joyfully, and the greenness of the grass was soon echoed out by the trees.

The early sunlight was soft and mild... as it gave off some warmth towards the Hertfilian grounds.

.

Within the Coastal region... The ocean's breeze gently whispered, as it sang its usual lullaby for all to hear.

The cold drought of air, whirled the waves together, bringing in the ocean's salty taste to one's tongue.

On the beautiful harbor that seemed to stretch further into the ocean..... one could see several sh.i.p.s lined up in an organized manner, around the harbor, as if it were a car park.

Of course while some sh.i.p.s stayed emotionless... others soon took off from the harbor, while others approached it instead..

.

On the harbor.... one would be able to find several staff members dressed in uniform, who were either aiding in welcoming or sending off visitors.

"Dear guests, thank you for staying in Baymard.

We hope that your trip here was satisfactory.

Have a nice day, and a safe trip back.

We look forward to seeing you again.... Bye...."

"Welcome to Baymard dear guests... please follow me, and I'll show you where you can check-in."

"_"

.

Of course... not all the staff had to send off, greet or lead the staff towards the Coastal port.

Some were in charge of transporting cargo, while others aided in untying the ropes that acted as anchors.


 
The entire region was bustling with activity, as everyone went about their day busily.

.

On the harbor, 3 massive sh.i.p.s soon approached the dock.

Very quickly, several staff members rushed over to assist those on board.

The sh.i.p.s were anchored in place within Harbor Stations 92, 96 and 97.

.

'Poup! Poup!'

The ship was docked, and soon..... a large board was placed between the harbors dock point and the ship's entrance/exit.

The cargo was brought out and placed on several massive baggage trolleys.

And soon, when everyone on board was good to go.... they quickly headed out in one go.

'Din! Din! Din! Din! Din!'

They moved uniformly, as they all walked calmly around their leader while stepping into the harbor. 

 .

"Welcome to Baymard esteemed guests.

Your luggage has been secured, and you are all set to go.

All check-ins will be carried out within the Coastal Port.

My name is Sheila, and if this is your first time in Baymard, then I will be your guide for today.

So how can I address you Miss?"

"You may call me Penelope.

Penelope Thayllard."

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"Colonel Sanders, what do you think will be our best option now?" Cale glanced at Colonel Sanders briefly before firing two shots which killed two enemies who were unaware of their exact location.
Colonel Sanders sweat trickled down his forehead as he carefully thought of possible ways to overcome their current predicament. Although the enemies don't know the exact location they were hiding in, but it is only a matter of time before they were discovered.
"The enemies don't know our exact numbers. They might be currently thinking about how many we are. So if I was the general of the opposing side, I will test the waters by letting about twenty percent of my soldiers fight. By doing this, I will be able to estimate..." Colonel Sanders blabbered his thoughts, but when he saw the darkening look on Cale's face, he swallowed the words he was about to say and just remained silent while he looked at Cale fearfully.
"Skip the boring crap and just provide me with the most effective plan. Do you understand me, soldier?" Cale said while scaring Colonel Sanders.
Colonel Sanders nodded his head like a chicken pecking on rice. He cleared his throat and said "For now, we should regroup with Saber and Uriel. If we remain here, then within ten minutes we will be riddled with holes from their laser guns."
Cale nodded his head in agreement and led the group in their escape when suddenly they heard the sound of several fighter drones firing multiple rounds of laser cannon towards them.
The drones were about one meter in diameter with a black turtle shape. They were fully plated with Z-Steel metal and Meteorium Ore. Each of their heads was attached to mini laser cannons. On each of their sides were high powered energy rifles. As long as they have sufficient energy, then these little flying dragons are capable of firing unlimited amounts of energy beams.
The sudden emergence of more than twenty fighter drones scared them witless. They fired their enhanced weaponry towards the drones, but their bullets merely bounced off on their tough armors.
Cale pulled out a weapon from his back and fired a shot towards one of the drones. His terrifying-looking gun emitted a blue muzzle flash and a long beam of blue light emerged out of it which traveled swiftly towards a drone, instantly destroying it.
Major Murphey glanced at the weapon and gaped in shock. "Isn't that the 'Blue Dragon'? I thought Dr. Nicholas hasn't finished making it. To think that this particle beam weapon was capable of instantly destroying a fighter drone."
With the advancement of human technology, several geniuses also emerged and helped the Alliance maintain a deadlock with its unknown enemy. One of these geniuses was a young scientist named Nicholas. He discovered a possible way on how to accelerate energies without an electric charge. Although it was nowhere near the proposed theory that particle beams can be shot on a speed close to the speed of light, but the model of the weapon he created which was the Blue Dragon, was strong enough to rival the advanced weaponry of their enemy.
"Go! I will buy you time. Leo, take this flash drive with you. Don't worry brothers, after destroying these little mosquitoes, I will chase after you. Don't waste time, just go!" Cale handed the flash drive to a middle-aged man with a long Z-Steel sword on his back as he shot another beam of blue light that destroyed another fighter drone.
The Phantom Wolf Squad followed the command like it was a heavenly decree. Colonel Sanders and Major Murphey looked conflicted but they still followed the order and escaped with the Phantom Wold Squad.
Cale saw that they were already far away. He smiled and turned back his head towards the approaching enemy. He looked like an enraged lion who lost his cub. He fired multiple particle beams while evading the laser beams shot on his way. But despite his dexterous evasion, he was still hit by an energy bullet.
He held his shoulder which now has a gaping hole.
He gritted his teeth and endured the excruciating pain, before firing another volley of particle beams.
After destroying the last fighter drone, Cale who now has another two gaping holes on his stomach and right leg spat a mouthful of blood and knelt on the ground with one knee. He was breathing heavily with his eyes half-closed.
"Not here! I won't fall here just yet! Aaarrggg!!" Cale shouted at the top of his lungs like an injured dragon. He stood up with great difficulty and chased after his squad, but before he can take another step forward, he felt the ground tremble. He turned his head back and saw something that made him smile hopelessly.
Cale looked at the darkening sky, he saw flashes of lightning from time to time. Heavy rain poured and drenched his injured body wet.
"The heavens don't want me to live anymore. Fuck you! I will die a glorious death and even that metalloid can't stop me here! Phantom Wolf Squad, escape from here! Allow your captain to give you some time to escape! Continue living my brothers!" His angry roar resonated in the grasslands.
His squad which was now far away from him heard his shout over the radio. They all felt sad and wished that they could die with their captain in battle, but his orders were like laws to them, they dare not disobey him.
They swiftly got inside the hummer and drove out of the Ndebele border. All of them were suppressing their tears to fall as they clenched their fists in extreme sadness.
A middle-aged man with a long Z-Steel sword on his back was holding a flash drive gently like it was a fragile little jade. While holding back his tears, he said to the rest of the squad "Let's continue living! That was his final order. We must hold onto his words until we breathe our last."
The men can no longer hold back their tears, and they all sobbed like little kids who lost their father.
In the grasslands of Ndebele Village, a bloodstained man was tightly clutching his scary-looking weapon and used it to remain standing. He smiled brightly which was a stark contrast to his current plight.
He was now standing on where Saber planted the enhanced bombs. His goal was to lure 'The Vanquisher' and die together with it. Although the bombs placed down below were not strong enough to destroy The Vanquisher, but he still had one last item that can multiply the strength of the explosion.
"You stupid metal scrap! I, your granddaddy Cale is here to give you good old fashioned ass whooping!" Cale taunted before spitting another mouthful of fresh blood.
The Vanquisher put away its huge energy gun and pulled a long jade sword on its back. It walked slowly towards Cale, wishing to prolong his agony by making him feel despair.
Cale smiled and turned on his radio, he waited for The Vanquisher to step on where the bombs were located before he pulled out a blue liquid from inside the long barrel of his Blue Dragon.
This blue liquid was the source of energy of his weapon and a personal concoction of Dr. Nicholas himself. This liquid is full of unstable chemicals which will cause a massive explosion at the slight contact with fire.
"Saber, detonate the bomb," Cale said calmly with a profound smile.
Saber trembled when he heard the order. His heart was in turmoil but he still pressed the button in his shaking hands.
"Boooooooommmm!!"


WARNING! BOOK CONTAINS SEX/BRUTALITY/RAPE/KILLINGS/GORE/SUBTLE HAREM/ROMANTIC SUBPLOT

IF YOU ARE OKAY WITH THE AFOREMENTIONED TAGS, THEN PROCEED WITH CAUTION!

Other Ongoing Book: The Immortal's Wine

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Friction between several big countries escalated in the year 2040 when the world almost ran out of natural resources.

In the same year, a terrifying group of unknown individuals surfaced in the world. They numbered more than several hundred thousand, appearing literally out of thin air. To think that such a monstrous group had managed to hide away without anyone's knowledge was inconceivable.

The group wreaked havoc in the world with their futuristic weapons. Laser guns, fighter robots, and other advanced weaponry were included in their arsenal. 

Billions of humans died in the war causing liters of blood to flow in the once flourishing world. 

The year 2050, Major General Cale Sylvann, a 49-year-old elite and one of the leading figures of Earth Alliance died in battle.

"Where am I?"

"Calee! Get up or you will be late for school again!"


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