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Mister Re

 

His flesh, body and soul was torn apart and reduced to a remnant. What was left was a shattered shadow, an intergrated mind and sparsed spirit. Though the process was in mind, never at all was it less important.

 

"Time for a revelation. There was a story that I remember from childhood: The last piece of flesh. A local town faced a siege from a local army. After a few raids and a few months, the pride of the village faltered. The village tried to surrender but every pony who was sent was killed because of the soldiers suspicions of treachery. In the books, they read a white flag signaled an absolute surrender. The problem was the rarity of cloth in that day, in that winter. Ponies were starving and cold. No pony had white cloth. All of them had tattered brown cloth and none could get any more. Tommorrow, the commander decide it was thier last chance to surrender. Before they would massacre the town...

 

...Desperate, the elder of them decided making anew. Using the soft side of the youngest colt, a colt of pure white, he crafted the white pelt flag, a surrender and sacrifice. The colt wouldn't survive but the slice was mere painless since the frost instantly sealed his wounds. On the sound of the last war horn they would raise the flag. The Last chance was rung; Every pony died. Why? Because they did not clean the sin, mainly the blood. The blood formed red ice on the other side, giving an appearance of a red flag. The winter's wind blew the white to red. It was the ultimate deception. To both parties. Moral of the story: never half-hearten a defeat."

 

Re skinned the side of his stomach area and wrapped it in gauze. He then cleaned off his cutie mark and the piece of loose flesh. Purification at its finest. Mister Re proceeded with the white flag of flesh. His destination: The Hive.

 

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Mister Re's body carried his mind all the way to The Hive. He carried the metal stick of his surrender in his mouth and no prior plan followed. Ultimately, there was no scent of deception on him, and the fact that was, was not a deception in itself. A group of syndicates surrounded him with weapons drawn as he approached the entrance. Misery's last stand was beyond those gates. She was dead to him, He only wished the same for himself. Re couldn't depict his sorrows in words because thoughts became more the burden. What was worse: Mourning a dead spouse, or mourning a dead spouse who faked their death to get away from you?

 

Re impaled the concrete with the metal pole, prompting a slight flinch from the masked guards. "I didn't come here to fight; I came here to talk."

 

Humbug

 

"Grumps is dead. There's no one here." Slips inspected the pile of ashes and noticed a notable item "Yep... Ashes. Grumps is ashes."

 

"Dammit! All for nothing..." Humbug kicked somewhat hard on the wall, knocking down one of the paintings.

 

"Wait... There's a safe here." Buddy dud

 

"Its a three digit combination. There are exactly five hundred and four combinations. We can't possib~..." The code was on the back of the painting. "Grump's you dumbass."

 

Inside there was a map and a bag of bits as well a sleep dart for some reason.

 

"Its the location of the storehouses and the shipment manifest. Jackpot!. Let's go!" Humbug's efforts were not nigh. She'll provide food for her ponies.

 

The trio teleported back into the Junkyard. Humbug was surprised ponies were still hear. She guess they didn't really care. A little tear came to her eye.

Edited September 9, 2014 by MisterRe

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Sunset noticed threw the distant crowd as Silver was knocked out, and as his own men were hardly holding their ground. 

 

Quickly dropping his sword and shooting a stunning spell on Grell before he could do anything he stood still and shouted. 

 

"SYNDICATE TROOPS, DROP YOUR WEAPONS... THEY WON THIS BATTLE!" 

 

The two charging traitors stopped just as they got into weapon reach. And were a bit surprised by the order. All around the Syndicate troops lowered their weapons, not believing the given out order. The troops quickly secured the crowd and surrounded on the surrendered troops. 

 

Their weapons were taken away and anti-magic spells set on their horns.

 

Grouping up the Syndicates in a circle and alert at all time the City Guard savored the taste of victory. 

Edited September 9, 2014 by TheDarkStar

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Grell tired to fight off the stun spell and did after a few seconds he had heard the command and since he had done nothing wrong he wasn't being rounded up by the guard he put his cloak on and teleported to silver and picked her up (assuming she was left )

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There was a silence among them as one popped out for a moment and popped in with a chains.

 

"Thank you my friend, but allow me." Re chained himself with pleasure glued on his face. "How easy it is to give up, isn't it?"

 

@,

 

There was no response. Re was escorted back inside the mansion he'd broken into recently and was kept in the broom closet. "I do politely ask for the audience of your Lord Commander. I might have something he needs."

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The Hive was busy, Syndicate squads moving around and being reformed. After the last betrayal the group was expecting an assault on the HQ. Possibly the whole guard power, but the question was if they were brave enough to go so deep into blocked off territory and risk catching the plague. The biggest natural defense for the Hive were plague infested districts. 

 

The Lord Commander got a message from his patrol that they captured a man who wanted to speak, they recognized him as Re. 

Not wanting to waste time he called the guards to bring him to his office. 

 

Inside was an unused fireplace, probably because raising smoke would give too much attention from the building that they wanted to keep secret. The walls were warble and next to a heavily boarded window was a big desk. On it several maps and books and also a paper and quill. 

 

With a knock and opening door the two guards dragged in a shackled Re, the two left him in the middle of a carpet in front of the desk and went to the door. 

 

The Lord Commander looked outside to the abandoned street. Turning his attention back to the matter at hand he examined the captive. Knowing exactly who he was he didn't waste time. 

 

"Mr. Re. You launch an assault on my base of operation, then you threaten me, then you kill off more of my men, and now you dare show up and ask to talk? And what is this thing "I need". If you are here to try and kill me, then you are in the wrong position... so, speak. "

Edited September 11, 2014 by TheDarkStar

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"Help. Help, is what you need and is what I can provide. If I were here to kill you, I'd be done already. Provided with these chains and my earth pony strength... but I really, really don't want to."  Re cracked his neck from side-to-side. "From the sound of your guards, seems you have some insubordinate troubles from within your ranks... and a squad missing." 

 

Re took off his bandage. "If you don't trust my surrender and ultimate... and unfortunate allegiance to you. Look at this scar and have your soldiers inspect the flag I left upon your gate. It matches, in size and shape, this wound. You cannot buy nor expected this type of loyalty to your others..."

 

Re wrapped his bandage back on with the troublesome of chains. "I am loyal to you now." Re bowed in respect. "What say you my Lord Commander? I am my own worst enemy and you are an enemy of myself; That being, the enemy of my self, who is my own greatest enemy, is a friend. You are a friend... thank you."

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Grell picked up silver and teleported a little ways of he didn't have the strength to do what he wanted his normal magic was about out so he ran with silver on his back he ran till he was a safe distance and then went into what looked like an abandon funeral home and took her down stairs and began to tend to her head it had been bleeding from the blow that knocked her out once done "soul of the damned swordsman " grell muttered a soul with twin souls appered

"what do you want grell" he asked

grell bowed "I need you to keep watch for city guard" grell said

the soul nodded and went upstairs

Grell picked up silver and teleported a little ways of he didn't have the strength to do what he wanted his normal magic was about out so he ran with silver on his back he ran till he was a safe distance and then went into what looked like an abandon funeral home and took her down stairs and began to tend to her head it had been bleeding from the blow that knocked her out once done "soul of the damned swordsman " grell muttered a soul with twin souls appered

"what do you want grell" he asked

grell bowed "I need you to keep watch for city guard" grell said

the soul nodded and went upstairs

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"You are too sure of yourself, foolish, ignorant. "

He paused for a second

"But, I don't hold grudges of no importance. If you wish to join me, then fine. But the problem is that my soldiers lost their friends to your actions. You may join us, but I doubt you will survive within these ranks for longer then a week. "

Walking towards his desk he sat down.

"Met me make it clear, I don't take responsibility for what my troops do to you. But if you do anything harmful to them, then I will make sure you will die. "

He walked over to Re, inspecting him closely. Then he moved further, getting to one pegasi guard he spoke out.

"Captain, show...Re... around the Hive. Make sure he doesn't die on his first day. "

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Silver woke up with a huge headache, opening her eyes quickly everything blurred, but as she focused on what was around her she noticed Grell.

Lighting up her horn she shot a medium powerful magical wave that pushed Grell a few feet back. Quickly getting on her hooves she faced him, trying to be ready for any of his moves, trying to black out the pain surging threw her head.

"Where am I and where is my squad?! Speak!"

Edited September 16, 2014 by TheDarkStar

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Grell sighed "lay back down and relax I'm trying to fix your head and your squad was attacked by double agents and was ordered to stand down by your co I'm pretty sure they all got rounded up by the guard I got to you before they could and brought you here this was my funeral home I ran it on the side as I studied my death magic " grell said "just relax and try not to strain yourself ".

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"Would you show me the kitchen first. I'm kind of hungry." Re broke the chains and the confining cuffs from the single-screw binding. "Now where were we?" The stallions face was covered by emotionless mask, but his fear was shown under his hesitation. He pointed with his wing the way.

 

"Thank you, soldier." With a sincere sinister smile. "Don't worry, Bones don't easily break as much as those things. All the more painful."

 

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The kitchen was as large as a two bedroom apartment, including the bathroom. There was an assortment of kitchen appliances and ponies who were cooking up a feast. It smelled delicious. Mister Re found condolences with food; However, his interests where somewhere else. He rubbed cold oil into his skin and wiped it down, making a sleek fur surface. The stallion escort was quite confused as well as the chef ponies that saw him. Mister then took a salad and ate it in the main dining hall.

 

The chandeliers here were hung high but the drapes hung low. It was a hidden luxury, imported drapes, silken cloth napkins and silver spoons.

 

"Peace at last..." Two shadows approached him, unknown to origin. "...maybe I spoke too soon."

 

"Isn't this the stallion that attack our base and killed our men? Why is he here?" One stallion spoke.

 

"That's what I was thinking! And why is eating our rations?" The other responded. The escort tried to block their path "And he's some sort of V.I.P?

 

"I suggest that you leave me alone. Though you have may seen me dispose of your ranks, I can't really say I'm sorry for murder but your commander has forgiven me and let me, due to my skill and prowess, join the syndicate. I suggest you forgive... or find out why I'm so dangerous."

 

"What I'm thinking is you are here...-" The unicorn broke Re's plate with magic but he sifted through the ceramic and ate bites. "... and that's all the reason I need to kill you."

 

"You can try." Re licked the colt's horn and broke his focus. Then he whispered again. "You can try and I'll like it."

 

The colt backed away in disgust. "You're a freak you know that..."

 

"You know that casualties are my casual task, right? But I can't really do anything, feel free to kill me now. I'd either laugh as you fail miserably or drown you with my own blood as my dying wish."

 

"Stop! I am tasked with touring him around and making sure he doesn't die. If the Lord commander hears about this..."

 

Mister Re's aggressor said nothing more and left with his partner.

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Sunset Sands woke up in a dark cell, somewhere in the Canterlot Dungeon. The walls and floor were made out of stone, no windows. And inside was a bucket and a single rug bed.

 

The Guard clearly decided that the Syndicate prisoners were to be held in separate cells alone in order to keep things safer.

 

Looking beyond the bars his theory got confirmed. Across from him was another cell, inside was a still knocked out unmasked soldier. 

 

Noticing that all his gear but his cloak was gone... a privilege that the others didn't look like having. 

 

Up to the bars came a clearly high ranking guard judging by his different armor. He spoke. 

 

"Well, well, well. Sunset Sands. Captain of the Lunar Syndicate, fighting to restore the princesses and bring down the parliament. I am sorry, we are heading towards your precious Hive. By tomorrow there will be nothing but dead bodies of those who oppose us. Then we will decide what to do with you and your friends.... as for now. 

 

Two guards came up carrying a pony with a bag over his/her head. Dropping it to its knees they took off the bag. Sunset noticed him as one of his squad members, the youngest one in fact, newest recruit that he didn't really get to interact with. At the moment he was holding strong, not showing any weakness to the captors but bruises all around. 

The High Ranking Guard came up to him. 

 

"You see Mr. Sands, this young hardly 16 year old pony, joined your ranks, and into your squad. I wonder why you sent him out to this danger in the first place. You must truly have no heart... I know he won't. " 

 

Saying that he took out his saber and lead it clean threw where the ponies heart. The prisoner simply closed his eyes and tried and block out any pain, and succeeded in doing so, not giving his captors any satisfaction. After a short while he fell to the ground limp. 

 

"A brave one indeed. Anyway, do not think that I am trying to prove something. I just felt like executing that boy in front of you, was hoping to have it be more of a show. Anyway, we have decided that since you are the officer we let you keep your cloak, so you stand out from the others. Just don't use it to hang yourself... would be such a shame... but I doubt you would do it. You want to live till the end of it. " 

 

He gave him a smile and walked away without saying any more words, the two guards left the dead body and followed after him. 

 

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Silver realized that she was wounded, and casting the spell gave more of an effect then she predicted. Feeling weak she suddenly fell to the ground, going back to the land of dreams.

 

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Edited September 18, 2014 by TheDarkStar

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Grell sighed and began working on her once again hoping that she'd wake up soon he was also you developing a plan to save the others when he felt another soul pass on "that one was of strong will " grell reached out with his death magic calling to the soul hoping it would come to him he had a feeling it was one of silvers ponies

Edited September 27, 2014 by dashian500

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The hive buzzing with gossip with a certain pony getting the nectar of it

 

"I can't believe there are traitors in our midst... and an enemy in our fortress. Sunset Sand had been capture because of it. Sadly among them were new recruits. Maybe it was that bitch that joined us after we took down Town Square. I wouldn't say its not a coincidence."

 

"Lord Commander is a fool to believe to trust that snide creep of a pony. He licked my horn... He also took out our men more than once. The burns on the second time... I don't want to think about what's inside that crazed thing."

 

"I agree. I don't like him either. Let's take him out, tonight."

 

They spoke under their masks but Re understood their message. If he can't do anything to defend himself, he'd just avoid all conflict available.

 

"I won't be here tonight while your talking I'll be saving your friends."

 

The Lone stallion was gone from his sleeping quarters and was now in the armory. There was single mirror that held the image of his profile. The colt that stared back had sword scars, bruises and bandages all over. This isn't a good condition of combat, nor of disguise. He had to be clean.

 

"Re-...cover..." A scrambling screech coursed through his skull, brain and mind. Everything else was healing. The rejuvenation took five minutes. Each wound was sealed, each bruise was absorbed and each second was ethereal hell. Right after, his coat was a perfect white, his exhaustion was diminished and his mind was refreshed. The pain killed his weakened self and he regained a full one.

 

"Now all I need is some armor." Re felt the stroke of serendipity as he spotted Silver's discarded armor. "Perfect, almost."

 

His size fit the armor, but not the shape, its breast cavity prevented his lungs from properly ventilating. A few strong whiffs of air and the metal bent accordingly. Re then shaved off the gold paint and revealed a silver lining. Cheap, they can't even afford real gold. The new finish was polished to look more refined and crystalline. Onto the weapons.

 

The armory was filled with stealth-based weaponry; the natural cloak/dagger and signature masks filled rows. Some swords were there, encased by  sheath. Re took a glance and started crafting. He emptied the grenades and sifted the contents to mix with fresh oil from the kitchen. It didn't dissole and made a cloudy yellow spotted with black spots. The mixture was poured into the sheath and was capped by the sword itself; The overflow was wiped down by one of the cloaks. He made two. 

 

"Ember's Lick, If unsheathed properly will produce a flaming slash on instance and will fling either oil or flame whenever swung. Sharp as hell."

 

Mister Re was fully equipped: armor, swords, oil filled grenades. He was ready for everything, even the figures approaching behind.

 

"There you are!" Re back flipped over them, avoiding the blades all together.

 

"Sorry... I must be going now. Off to save the ones you didn't."  Re blinked twice and disappeared from the hive.

 

Re spent an hour scouring through districts, looking and hearing for the prison than Sunset Sands was held in. When Mister Re found the compound, he filled a burlap bag with junk so that it clanked like gold and jewels. 

 

"I've been informed that a pony, namely named Sunset Sand had resident here. I am here to give out the bounty to whom who captured him: I just need to see him alive."

 

The conversation followed and money was the talk. They went down and deep within the dungeon, crossing two check points of lit guard rooms. Assassins delight Re thought, There were only two roaming with only torches once every 25-30 minutes. The only present alarm was the echo. If one were to scream: Echo, Location. The group of three, one of a mystery, two of an armored escort finally came up two the cell of the cloaked pony. 

 

@, 

 

"And Lo, betrayed by a traitorous fool. Now I have I come to take you. Sunset Sandsssssss." Mister Re lit his face with the flame he held.

 

"Where's our pay?" They turned Re around to face them, he placed his torch " He's alive, now give us the money."

 

"Your pay..." Mister Re reached for the bag but instead took one of his swords. "...is death."

 

 A flame erupted from the unsheathed blade and it swung through two exposed necks. The blood extinguished every torch that struck stone and the remaining light was his glowing blade. 

 

"I suggest you gather our men. We have to fight to get out of here." Re spoke Sunset and unlocked his cell.

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Going out he quickly ran and opened one of the cells, the soldier there took off a magic blocking ring from his horn and then quietly he opened all the locks with a spell.

 

Sunset quickly turned to Re. 

 

"So, is this a planned effort or a solo act to redeem yourself? " 

 

He chuckled. 

 

"Anyway, we need to get to the armory, two corridors from here. If we play this out correctly we can stay quiet, the two guards here didn't cause much commotion. But I bet a single or pair could have heard it and will come and check it out soon. We need to take them out quietly, and I think two of my assassins can- " He paused and looked behind as he heard a light thump. 

 

Behind him stood two unicorn assassins who not long ago were in cells, now they were towering over two limp dead guard bodies, clearly the pedicted patrol. 

 

Picking up a pistol and a sword with his magical aura he prepared. 

 

"Right, lets go. " He signaled the team. "I see everyone is here, nobody at interrogation. "

 

All together there was about 7 Syndicate members not counting Sunset and Re.

Edited September 26, 2014 by TheDarkStar

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Silver woke up several hours later. Getting up she heard cheering from outside. Following the sound she walked upstairs and looked out a window. Outside were normal civilians, armed from normal sword weaponry and armor to make-do protection and simple tools like pitchforks. This was an angry mob. Above and in the crowd stood Syndicate soldiers. Giving out rations and another one that looked like a high rank giving a speech. Silver turned and tried to find Grell. She knew he had saved her and that her brothers were right outside, but after thinking things threw she decided to thank him first. 

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Grell was sitting in a chair eyes closed with candles lit around him he heard the noise and silver "good you're awake " grell said "how's your head " grell asked never opening his eyes he was hoping she would be fine he wasn't one to sit when there was things to be done

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"My name is a Mystery. No. My name is a Mister Re." He whispered to himself @, "I don't plan on being leader though so just do what you do best Sunset. You're a character of strong will. All I know is how to be martyr. My sucess is in sacrifice."

 

 Re took his place in the second lead and sheathed his lit sword. "Go forth and lead."

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Sunset signaled everyone to follow him. 

 

"Fine by me. " 

 

They walked along a long corridor, no guards noticeable. Taking a turn they stopped, sticking to the walls. Two guards were standing there, talking. 

 

"...and then she kept screaming, those plague infects are horrible. I hope I never get sent for patrol duty in an infected district ever again. " 

 

"Well, it ain't as bad as dealing with some of the prisoners here... you at least are allowed to kill those infected. I am not allowed to touch these prisoners until they try something stupid. "

 

Two unicorns teleported in behind them, but this time instead of a straight of kill they choked them to death. 

Edited October 7, 2014 by TheDarkStar

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"Well, a mob has gathered outside and it seems to be lead by my fellow Syndicate soldiers. I think I should go and re-unite with them. " 

 

She was surprised by his calmness, then again he was in his house but she was a guest here, a dangerous guest. 

 

"Anyway, where did you stash my equipment if you did at all. "

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Taking another turn the prisoners got to the armory. It seemed like the two guards from before were the ones in charge of protecting the place. Silently entering they saw that nobody was inside. Taking their equipment and hiding it in bags they also put on guardsman armor to blend in. 

 

After minutes everyone was ready and the team was once more on the move. Everyone disguised but Re and Sunset. 

 

"Right, the plan is simple. Guards escort us out. We have some men loyal to our cause guarding the gate. I know because it is Tuesday and I know who is on schedule. If they see who I am they will let us out without needed papers. " 

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"Sound like a solid plan, Sunset. Neither of my other plans had taken into account other syndicate members. I thought that maybe one or two of you would survive the rescue. I'm already disguised as a crystal guard. So I will escort you Sunset. But you must put some chains on to be believable."

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Grell sighed opening his eyes "I assume you're head is fine" grell said as he stood using magic he moved the candles to see as he walked to a closet he grabbed silvers gear "I took the liberty of cleaning polishing and maintaining your gear " grell said as he gave it to her then grell put on his own cloak and grabbed his scythe "which was a black metal that was polished and as sharp as possible "if anything isn't satisfactory let me know"

Edited October 7, 2014 by dashian500

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"I am a captured officer, I don't need them." 

 

The group left off towards the gate. 

 

The guards gave them looks, but nobody did anything. 

 

As the doors opened to the courtyard everything changed. 

To the whole groups surprise only a few guards stood by the gate, the friendly contacts. Around were dead bodies and next to them Syndicate troops. Somehow they managed to take the courtyard and not alert the guards inside or anyone really. 

 

From the middle came a red cloaked Syndicate and spoke.

 

"Ah, I take it there was some other rescue plan. Good thing I recognized some of our men in the guard uniforms or I would have had you slaughtered. Well, welcome back to the land of the living... we had a lot of things going on in the past hour. "

 

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"Thank you. " She tried to smile to him. "Everything is indeed perfect, so... we will be parting ways. Thanks for rescuing me. " 

 

She walked out, opening the door she saw the last thing she expected to see. On one side of the road were guards, fearing to get close to the angry mob that was being organized by the Syndicate soldier. Far away in the sky smoke clouds could be seen. On the roofs above Syndicate and City Watch just faced off, not entering each others terrain, simply giving each other deadly looks, waiting for the first one to strike. 

 

All in uniform she walked up to one of the Syndicate guards in the mob. 

"Glory to the Syndicate" she spoke and the guard gave her a look, noticing her somewhat. 

 

"Ah, Whisper. Nice to see you are no longer missing in action. You should be seeing Sunset soon, report to what is left of the City Square. "

 

"Thanks" Giving one last look at her "saviours" house she begun to walk towards the City Square, hopefully she will find out what is going on soon enough."

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Grell followed silently blending into the mob without getting noticed he wanted to be part of the syndicate and if he had to prove that he would be useful then he would -I will join them they smell of death and he loved it he would take part in all the killing he could

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______________5 Hours later at Town Square_________________

 

Sunset walked threw the Town Square. Everything as much as it was ruined, was once more turned into a fortress. Guards secured the roofs. On the group tutors tought some new formed civil rebel militias. The whole city was at rebellion, some civilians sided with the guard, some with the Syndicate. The gangs begun dissolving, the people stood more together, even if there was quite a lot of chaos. 

 

Turning his eyes from a map of the city he noticed a peculiar figure, one that he was sure he would never see again since he didn't see her in the dungeons. 

 

To the fort came Whisper, she noticed Sunset too since none of them were wearing their gas masks. As much as Sunset was shocked Sunset quickly ran towards him and soon after they were entangled in a tight hug. After what seemed like a long time they broke up. 

 

"I was quite sure you died. " Sunset spoke first.

 

"I was quite sure you were executed by now. How did they break you out?" 

 

'You know, I don't know. Things changed over several days, they suddenly got a force ready to stand up to the guard heavily. " 

 

"But.. how?"

 

"People were tired of what happened. The Syndicate showed them before that they can fight, and that it is possible to stand up for what they want. At the moment we got somewhat unofficial ceasefire. The guards observe the situation but do not engage, same with your troops. But one slight move and the war re-begins. As much as we have gained terrain in the past days, we lost many lives. The Guard is using power and are not afraid to strike down civilians.  Also, most important senate targets are dead, all thanks to you, if you hadn't killed grump in the last second we would have been stuck or defeated. " 

 

They both took a close look at the map and awaited further orders.

Edited October 16, 2014 by TheDarkStar

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@,

 

Mister Re overheard the mare that he saved with Sunset, He was in the shadows among the darkness to avoid any conflict. Though he had to take precautions with others knowing his identity. he'd risk it just to see her face in surprise. He walked toward them and revealed his identity to her. "I helped rescue him, as well as some of his remaining compatriots... I think  the act could excuse me crisping some of your comrades."

 

Re was taking a defensive position, if she were to strike.