"We have been weak at times but we have never lacked heroes." Sarah Hawks, a Demi human in the revolt.

Falmart. Alnus hill. January 1st.

Kouichiro Hazama read over the report. Being in command of the JSDF operations in the special region wasn't exactly stressful; it did come with some annoyances such as working with the culture shock the locals felt.

It had however gotten instantly stressful when news reached him of several organizations which were of equal power or possibly more to the JSDF kicking around in the special region and establishing their own little nation and by little they had the entire northern region of Falmart under their influence or control.

Intel collected by members of a warrior bunny guerrilla organization that they had contacted through the means of one of the maids of Italica named Delilah (the JSDF doesn't know she is the leader of the Guerrillas) reported the building of camps of sorts for the thousands of prisoners taken by them when the empire launched its so called Christmas offensive against them.

These camps were soon spotted by spy drones that he had sent to monitor the Area but the soldiers building the camps seemed to be completely aware that they were being spied on and either waved at the drones or gave them the middle finger.

These men had an array of different uniforms and weapons similar to the ones of nations from earth.

The largest of these organizations called the Global Occult Coalition seemed to be more than willing to make an alliance but when one of the JSDF Lts a certain Itami who he would have fired for letting unknown forces into Italica but couldn't due to his popularity with the locals and not wanting to put some kind of dent in their hearts and minds program asked the leader of the GOC were they were from but the leader a Mathew Clark's said it was classified.

Hazama had concluded that there must be a second gate in the city they had built in Falmart.

Now Hazama was left with a dilemma the warrior bunny Guerillas has describe the organizations as a hostile force that had taken over their people but the organizations when they first met the JSDF showed no hostility and their leader acted polite and reasonable other than him beating Sergeant Shino but that was in self defense and Hazama could brush it off.

Hazama had also gotten word of a revolt breaking out in Sadera itself which wasn't good. The JSDF needed the empire intact to maintain law and order after it was reformed and Princess Pina took the throne or their king Molt Sol Augustus decided to reform the empire peacefully.

He couldn't allow rebellions to create a power vacuum and allow the organizations to gain more power in Falmart. Hazama decided to give the go ahead for a rescue and pacification operation to assist the empire.

He hopes that this show of goodwill would cause Molt to reform and ensure law and order while also preventing the organizations from gaining influence in southern and central Falmart.

However Hazama didn't want to become a complete enemy of the Organizations and had invited their leaders to come over to earth for the Diet meeting and for interviews.

Hopefully this mess would be sorted out and the empire would remain intact but as a force of good.

Falmart. GOI HQ. January 1st. 1 AEE.

"So all in favor of arming the rebels." Asked the Engineer. Everyone's hands were raised. "Great so I assume we will give them the same weapons as we gave the dwarves." Continued the Engineer in a lazy and relaxed tone.

The engineers' day had been going particularly well; he had gotten Robert on his plans to begin a coup against Clark so they could neutralize him as a threat and was planning to use some clever manipulation to get the JSDF on his side. First of course they had to deal with the troublesome empire.

He had also got into contact with the warrior bunny Guerillas and offered them all their lands back and full independence in exchange for their support in the Coup which he called the Valentine's day offensive.

Now why did he decide to attack on Valentine's Day? Well, he decided to go for a low blow to ruin any possible love life that the sack of shit Clark had. Also to remind him that he was alone and they weren't.

He also planned on purging the pentagram since their members were insane and should be shot for all the messed up weapons of war that they are trying to create. The UIU would be reformed along with GRU P and ORIA after their leaders who he saw as Clark's only friends were killed.

The engineer decided to play the mind games that Clark and bend playing on Molt by killing off everyone who was somewhat close to him. As the saying goes you fight fire with fire.

Now for the GOC itself he was sure some of its members were disgruntled with Clark's constant violations of their motto. Clark had made more enemies than friends if he had any.

You can't really call your own personal ring of psychopaths friends. The Engineer ignored most of the meeting; it was agreed to supply the rebels with instruction manuals on how to operate basic fire arms and WW1 rifles, machine guns, smgs (they were Smgs in ww1), and some small artillery Via airdrop.

The Engineer hoped that he could also get the rebels in on his Valentine's Day offensive.

The leader of the JSDF has invited him and the others to visit his earth and he would make the best of the trip sight seeing and trying to relax.

It was all coming together for the engineer.

Falmart. Sadera. 1:45 am. January 1st. 666 imperial time.

The trolls were throwing his men around like rag-dolls. Nicophorus would make sure to purge the Xenos scum right here and now. He grabbed a long pike and charged forth. The pike slammed against one of the unsuspecting trolls' throats as it roared in agony before it was riddled with arrows from his archers causing it to collapse on several Saderan legionaries.

He then pulled out his sword and began to hack at the legionary's who dared face him. Nicophorus decapitated one man with a clean swing.

Another one of the trolls rumbled towards him roaring as it stomped one both Saderan and his men alike. "May the god emperor protect me." He whispered to himself before running at the troll.

He barely dodged its giant wooden club it held in its hands and he darted around trying to slash at its legs. The other trolls were already falling due to a constant stream of arrows from his archers on the walls while one man jumped from the walls and brought his sword directly down on an unlucky troll's head bringing it down.

Most of the rose order knight's had begun to fall back to the jade palace and the imperial legions were about to break as well.

The troll he was fighting tried to cut him down but he dodged its clubs again before slashing its right leg with all his might giving it a nasty scar.It roared in pain before several arrows peppered its skin taking it down.

With the last troll down the imperial legions broke.

"Forward my brother's death to the Saderan dogs. For the emperor." He yelled.

His fellow slaves roared back. "For the Emperor."

"Half of you sack the imperial palace and burn it. I want you to find and capture Molt and bring him to me. The other half with me we are going to crush the rose order for good." Nicophorus barked.

He didn't know the exact numbers but he could tell he was leading a group of thousands to the Jade palace, the headquarters of the rose order. Several more thousand were storming the imperial palace.

The rose order had barricaded itself in its palace of oppression. He and his men rushed it trying to break down the gate as the knights of the order tried to desperately keep them out.

He soon called off the assault. The gate was made of metal and hacking your way through it wouldn't break it. "Some of you who get to work on bringing down some nearby trees will need a battering ram and if that doesn't work we can just starve them out." He said.

Nicophorus found it frankly ridiculous that the Jade palace had an iron gate while the inner walls had a wooden one. Why? Wouldn't you want the walls in the most defensible part of the city to have the strongest gate unless there was a citadel inside the city that proved to be more defensible? Why give a structure that lacked defensive potential such as the jade palace which seemed more like a mansion than a palace.

As Nicophorus thought these thoughts he heard a roaring in the sky he saw several of those metal birds begin to drop soldiers who were gliding down on what looked like a big blanket towards the city and also some metal Pegasus's flying towards the imperial palace.

The men in green had made their move. Would they be like the Heretics the Saderans were or would they be honorable men? He'd have to wait and see.

Falmart. Imperial palace. 1:37 am. January 1st. 666 imperial time.

Molt was fading in and out of consciousness. Some imperial guards were dragging him somewhere. He couldn't tell we're.

He then saw a mage begin to heal him. He started to remember how one traitorous guard tried to strike him down. "W-where......am....I" he said weakly. "My king the slaves have breached the inner city we need to get you to safety." Said the mage.

"H-h-help me u-up." He commanded as one of the guards helped him get to his feet.

Another guard rushed in. "They are about to defeat our legions! They've taken the walls." He said panting. "What!" Molt thundered. Never in 700 years had the capital been breached and the one time it had been breached was during the Arctic war.

It was happening again oh Emory was all he could think. "It's over. It's all over the gods have cursed us." He rambled out loud. "My Liege calm down it will be already new legions will arriv-." The guard was cut off by a distressed Molt.

"It doesn't matter the inner city and the city itself is about to fall to dirty slaves! My reputation is tarnished. Is there any hope for Sadera if slaves are taking over the city. N-no. O-only one person could have done this. H-he must be b-b-back. Emory save us!" He wallowed as the guards looked on scared as their mighty emperor was reduced to a frighten mess.

"H-how. I thought the g-gods struck him down. I -don't w-w-want to end up like my father. Emory h-have mercy!" Molt said losing it.

It had to be the ghost of Yarrick; no other man had brought Sadera to such ruin. He was the only one who could have lead the slaves. Yes, that was it. It was all over. May the gods save his dying empire, he thought.

He then heard a crash and several of the men in the JSDF climbed through the palace windows. "Emperor Molt, we are here to save you, come with us." The lead man spoke as he held one of those black rods of theirs.

"The emperor would never go with the likes of-." A guard spoke but Molt cut him off. "Yes I'll follow." He said hastily. "But my emperor-." One of the guards was about to object but Molt roared "Silence! We must do what we can to survive and if it means working with the JSDF we will." The guards looked stunned but followed his orders.

Molt was soon led out the window by the men and taken to one of their Iron Pegasus where he boarded it.

Sadera may be lost but with the JSDFs help the empire just might live to see another day he thought.

Sorry for another short chapter I'll work on chapters with greater length.