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Golden Age sighed before letting out a smile "Aye, I reckon I can". He walked up to Celestia and shook her hoof. "Sorry fer bein' such an arse fer sae lang... I ain't completely sure Discord really was controlling ye..but I reckon 'tis all the same wi' me. I forgive ye yer highness, an I hope ye can dae the same wi' me."

Dat forest... I'd love to have something like that near my home ;__;

"I uh...wish to talk aboot the erm..Celestia matter." He said. The lieutenant paced back and forth. "Look, I shouldn't hae insulted yer..future wife. One needs to respect another's boundaries. An' uh..sorry fer getting all..y'know. A lot happened to me durin' that war." He stopped pacing and walked up towards Hank. "Hear me out fer a second...assuming that it was Celestia who hanged me comrades, I dinnae ken..perhaps she regrets it. Perhaps the lass has...moved on? Me lads have done the same, I reckon I dinnae see why I cannae too. Besides, I wid ne'er lay a harmful finger on the lass. Firstly, I an't that dumbfounded! And twa, executing a few of me acquaintances won't get me fired up enough to commit the act. If she hanged me pards, then..well, it'd be a different story. I'd probably be hangin' frae a tree fer high treason 'gainst her excellency. Sae uh...are ye wilin' tae fergive me fer being a fool?" He said, holding out his hoof. (OOC: I'm gonna experiment with the scots-english for a while, see if it works out well or not)

How containment that is XD At least ye can understand it, mony lads an' lasses cannae. I'll hae some fun wi' this!

Golden Age walked in. "Hank, I request an audience with ye, I would appreciate if it was private." He lowered his hat brim and readjusted his collar. "I wish to put this quarrel to rest for once and for all. Let us settle this dispute in civil manners" he said firmly.

I REALLEH kinda want to break out the Scot's English XD Only problem would be it might be just a...tad hard to understand...ish?

"Ye dinnae ken what I've been through! Ye have no bloody Idea what I've been through! Lots of me comrades were hanged by her doing! Her bloody doing! Her decrees, her orders, her laws! Her retaliation!" Golden Age put his hand on his sabre "An' she ain't me blood enemy! I don't go outta me way tae kill 'er! What would I achieve from that besides death!? I barely escaped the same fate as my brothers in arms! I was thrown in jail for treason, being the fact that I surrendered instead of fighting to the death was the only thing that kept me from hanging on the scafold!" Golden Age turned and walked back, murmuring. "Bloody fool...dinnae ken wha he is.....gi'e me one good....cannae understand at all..."

"Not dead necessarily, perhaps imprisoned or exiled would suffice. Hah, did ye all actually think I served for Celestia!?" The Lieutenant said with a laugh. "Nay, I fight for Equestria, that's the only thing that binds me to her army. If you do see me praising Celestia, you know damn well it's a changeling!" He eventually calmed himself down and pulled his hat brim up "I don't know, reckon I have unfinished affairs with our glorious princess. She hates me, I hate her. A fair trade I reckon..."

Hopefully it's a tad obvious who I would marry if I was forced to.. I'll give you all a hint, her name is F****** S*y!

"Hah, an assassination gig on Celestia, that would be a treat!" Golden Age remarked "'Twould be interesting to see how Luna would rule o'er the land. Though to tell ye all the truth, I'd prefer if the lass stuck with her Olde Engish." He took out a small flask from his vest pocket and took a swig before returning it. "Well, I guess ye know where me loyalties lay now." he said with a smile.

"Aye, changelings. The same ones that attacked Canterlot. Fortunately I wasn't there, I think I was in...ah, doesn't matter! Bloody bastards they are!" Golden Age, realizing his mistake, corrected himself "I uh mean..most of the lot. Cascade here is the first one I've come across that hasn't tried to suck the love out'a me or...worse. Hah, a kind-hearted changeling!? I thought I'd ne'er see it in all me days!" He looked back at Chrysalis' body once more before turning back with a smile. "I've come to despise the lot. Cruel, savage heathens they are..fer the most part. It does bring comfort to know there are some out there with kindness in 'em. Reckon that'll all change with one of those being the leader!" He said

"Aye, the same lass I met earlier? I'll let Hank work his...what-ever-the-heck he's doing, proper introductions are the best" Golden Age turned and walked back to Chrysalis' body. He took out his handkerchief and dipped a corner in Chrysalis' blood, then proceeded to return it back to his coat pocket. "Just a little' erm...memento if ye will." He said.

Keep doing this!

Golden Age walked in with sabre drawn, until seeing the remains of Chrysalis on the ground. "Woah....what happened in here? Who put a bullet through Chrissie's head? They get me personal compliments for putting an end to this piece of balderdash!" He said gay-fully. He turned to Nightshade "Get back to camp, tell Ballyhooly to set pickets 'round the city. I don't want anymore of those...things around." Nightshade saluted and walked out. Golden Age turned back to Chrysalis' body "So..I reckon' this means we'll be getting a new leader fer the changelings eh? Best be a good one, may even change me opinion on the lot of 'em. Have you picked one yet?"

"Do you need a seamstress that bad sir?" Nightshade asked. "Aye!" Golden Age replied "I won't be able to concentrate with a button missing lad, it'll be the only bloody thing I think about...let's just hope this journey as short as possible." "And..why is that Goldie?" "Because, you know damn well I have a strong dislike for the posh aristocratic snobs of Equestria! Even though I wasn't raised in poverty, the bastards still anger me, they-" The lieutenant stopped in mid-sentence, mouth open. "What'ya see si-.." Nightshade did the same. "Is my right eye going bad as well, or do me eyes spot two changelings...in Canterlot..one of them being...Chrissie?" Golden Age asked in shock. "It would appear so sir. "Right then, lets do this" He said, drawing his sabre. Nightshade pulled him back and sheathed Golden Age's sabre. "Surely the Chrysalis would have something to do here sir, if it was not the case, she'd be surrounded." "Aye...follow me" He said, dragging Nightshade's coat until he was walking. "Ah, sweet Chrissie! Lang time nay see! And I see you've brought one with ye too!" Golden Age said in a menacing tone. "So...what's a rat like you doing here?"

Golden Age watched Marshal be escorted to the Blue Box. Sacrificing himself for his brothers-in-arms, that was a trait Golden Age admired. Though he still disliked him, the hatred seem to dissolve a bit. He gave Marshal a quick salute then walked off.

"Aye, I guess yer right. But I might as well nay ask the lad, he's bound to say nay!" He tipped his brim to Cezary and walked back to observe the prisoners. "Bah! Lost yer friend an' families says ye? What do ye think about us? You bloody heathens invade us, tried to colonize our land as yer own! You killed many a stallion, colt, mare, filly, and dare I say foal! Now ye be on yer knees, begging fer mercy!? If I weren't bound by the rules of war, I'd have me way with you lot!" Golden Age said whispered under his breath. He somewhat hoped Marshal didn't hear him, but he didn't quite care if he did also. "And you lot got yer second chance, and ye wasted it on a bloody escape!" Golden Age turned his head away from the prisoners and brought his hat down to cover his face with a chuckle, realizing he had just yelled the sentence out loud.

Golden Age watched JT and Ramirez talk with a combination of suspicion and disgust. These men had the nerve to break out after fighting for a ruthless invasion force, and now we negotiate? Hah! "Damn shame it be...makes me sick to me stomach to see such men still breathing in life...damn shame." He walked up to Cezary with a salute. "Permission to kill the bloody bastards sir? I think it'd be in the best interest of us all if I put a bayonet in 'em. Heathens can't be trusted!"

"Right, buck this! Fix Bayonet!" Golden Age drew his sabre and turned to his ranks, observing them attach the stick of steel to their bayonets. "Charge, Bayonet!" He, along with his comrades let out a quick war cry. He raised his sabre into the air and turned behind him. "Right lads, let's break these bastards again! Forget quarter, they were given a chance, and they refused it! Let's send these bastards back to their cells! Watch each others backs, it could get rather tight! Charge!" He let his company get a tad ahead before running forward himself, staying near the color guard. As the distance closed more and more, their war cry became louder and louder.Then came the sound of flesh being penetrating and the screams of the wounded. Golden Age was tackled to the ground by a prisoner. He tried with all his might to keep a knife from entering his throat. He sliced the ponies back open and threw him off. "An' whaur di' ye cam frae? Nay matter, ye gang tae dee anyway!" he said to himself. The war was still on...

"TO ARMS LADS, RALLY ROUND THE STANDARD, GET YER ARSES IN GEAR, MOVE IT!" The drummers were beating assembly as fast as they could manage. Word had reached Golden Age of some sort of break out at the prison, and wasn't taking any chances. "Take as many captive as you can, but don't hesitate to put 'em down if you have to!" They left their dinner on the table and marched at the double quick to the prison. He ran up to Czeary. "Lad! I heard something about the bastards breaking out of the gulag! Where do ye want me?"