Falmart. Near Dragon teeth's valley. 665 imperial time.

Delilah was surprised at her queen's choice to go establish first contact with the newcomers. She was sure that they would be as bad as the empire. She and her band of warriors had been stalking and spying on the newcomers ever since they had entered the valley.

They were unique to say the least. The half metal half human men got on one of the mountains to pray to some god every day. The men in black and with strange black rods often sent some of their own to go hunting or to act as guards in this little city that was starting to take shape in the valley. Then they were the men in blue helmets. The men in blue Helmets had a Pentagram logo with phrases in another language in between the corners of the pentagram.

Her warriors had spread out along the forested mountains to stay hidden from sight as they watched as the men's horseless carriages darted around the place bringing supplies around the small city.

The fact of how quickly a city had sprung up spoke greatly at the sheer will power and hardworkingness of the newcomers. Several cabins stretched out along with a few second story houses here and there.

You had to give it to them, they arrived here in a week and had gotten a small city up somehow. While they seemed peaceful Delilah was busy looking for a slave pen. They must have sued slaves to construct this city as well. As hard as she and her warriors tried from a safe distance they failed to locate any slaves.

Was it possible they had a dungeon underground? If so then it's not like they could get to it. Then she and her warriors saw several of the newcomers heading into a forest. She signaled her warriors and they followed her stealthy through the woods and found that the men had built a small settlement out the mouth of the valley.

This was most likely used as a forward base for hunting. A large portion of the people in this settlement were civilians and a couple of those men in blue helmets. She could basically feel the relaxing mood coming from the settlement. Several of her warriors who had scouted further out noted that several small similar settlements were being made in the woods.

It infuriated her that these strangers had gone through no hardship and were living happily as her people suffered in a war with the empire. Then one of her warriors spoke up. "Delilah I know the queen doesn't want hostilities but let's kill one of them." The warrior who said this in question was named Marcia. "Are you out of your mind?" Delilah snapped. "Look, they were most likely as bad as the empire and I don't want to sit back and watch them build their cities and settlements on our land." Marcia spoke.

Marcia had a point, let's say they got rid of the empire in the best possible scenario. They were all human; they would end up enslaving her people either way. Better to fight a war sooner than later right? But she didn't want to defy the queen's orders. "Look it's a direct order from the queen that we don't engage these people in any way until she establishes first contact with them on the full moon." She said calmly.

Then Marcia said in a snarky fashion. "Oh so you're a coward. The great Delilah slayer of Senfried Von Jorgun at (he will get his own Fanfiction since I've made an interesting story for him and his friend Guyus Falmus) the battle of the 3 pines is afraid of some puny new comers." This made Delilah's blood boil. No, she would prove her wrong.

"You know what today I will kill 5 of those fools to prove you wrong." She said boasting. "That's the spirit her warriors said, egging her on. Delilah, now feeling that her ego had recovered, led her warriors along the settlement's edges.

She saw a small hunting party of men with two being men in blue helmets while the other 3 seemed to have hats and some green shirts. "Common, let's follow them." Delilah said.

Falmart. Red cherry woods. 1 AEE.

Marco happily followed his superior and friend Lt Clark. He had been happy that his friend had been made the leader of the GOC. Lt Clark had decided to go hunting with them to take a break from his duties and to cool off. Marco felt that a great weight had been lifted off his shoulders when they had escaped Ganzir and reached this paradise. The land was beautiful. It reminded him of the beautiful Canadian wilderness.

He currently was in a hunting party of 5. He held his trusty hunting rifle in his hands. He had left his automatic back at paradise city seeing no point in carrying it on a hunting trip. "What game do you think we'll catch today?" He asked Clark. "I personally don't know or care if I want to enjoy the peace of the walk." He said tired. "Still having trouble sleeping at night." Marco asked. "Yes, I keep going back to Ganzir. How do you do it? You always seem so happy." He asked tired and dumbfounded.

"Well look I have dreams of it too... but I try to make the best of life and be grateful for the things we have." Marco admitted. "When Ganzir fell I feel like a part of us fell with it. We rescued 2 million civilians but 8 million civilians still went down with the city. And Jesus why do those ads fuck leaders of the broken god and the insurgency get to live while Al Fine doesn't. I hate it." Marco said with a deep bitterness. "You and me both." Clark said.

"Hey boys, I think we got ourselves a deer." Eric, a former military contractor before Ganzir said as he adjusted his hat and pointed at something in a small clearing. The 4 followed him and saw it. It was bigger than any deer they had seen on earth and certainly more majestic. It had pretty large horns as well.

"Who wants to take the shot." Whispered Eric. "I'll take it." Said Styles. Styles had been one of the few GOC personnel who had gotten the luxury of riding a mech suit. Funny enough he began to date one of the members of the church during the siege and had retired from the GOC after the evacuation to live a peaceful life.

Why high command had allowed him having a relationship with one of those fucking tin heads he could only assume was to keep moral up and to help with PTSD the men had gained in the siege. Men perform better when they have something to relieve their stress. One of the best ways to relieve stress was pussy. This was the reason why during Ganzir men from the insurgency and GOC were allowed to have relationships with each other.

Styles took careful aim and fired his rifle. It hit the deer clean in the head killing it. "Prefect." He whispered, smiling. Marco and the others went over and began to skin the deer and cut it up, placing the meat into plastic bags. Hunting had become a good way to get rid of boredom and this new land had plenty of game.

It took a couple of minutes but soon they finished skinning and packing the deers meat. Due to the amount of meat that they were carrying the rifles were handed to Styles and Clark while Eric and Miles, a construction worker who had joined them on their hunting trip carried the meat.

It weighed a lot and sucked to carry around through the uneven terrain of the woods but it would be delicious to eat once they brought it back to the settlement now named New Portland. As they made their way back a girl stumbled out of the shrubbery. She looked at them in a confused and scared manner. She was drop dead gorgeous. She had rabbit ears and some fur on her shoulder and rabbit-like legs. She has pretty light brown hair chestnut color even. Marco was entranced completely. "Hey I think we ran into one of the locals." joked Clark.

Marco wasn't paying attention; He was too interested in how unique she looked. He did have a chance to react when she jumped and farted at an inhuman pace and decapitated him.

Falmart. Red cherry woods. 1 AEE.

I watched Horror. Marcos' head fell off right in front of me. I was back in Ganzir back when we faced horrors beyond human comprehension, back when the world hated humanity it was too much. Styles opened fire first but she darted into the bushes to dash for him to fire. My only true surviving friend from Ganzir was dead. I collapsed and sobbed. "Don't you have enough of our suffering god." I cursed. "Can't we get a moment of fucking peace." I cried. "Get the fuck up we have contacts incoming" screamed miles.

"Go I'll buy you guys time to get the fuck out." Said Eric he aimed his hunting rifle and fired at the rushing rabbit people as they farted with inhuman speed on-top of trees. Eric picked two off before turning and running behind us. I heard a yell of pain and saw that Eric had 3 arrows in his back. One rabbit jumped down and slit his throat. She didn't get the chance to escape though Miles turned around and shot her clean in the head killing her.

The rabbit's numbers seemed to be Increasing though. One jumped in front of me and tackled me to the ground trying to stab me repeatedly. My right eye went black as I felt a blade go through it. "You mother fucker." I yelled in pain. I kneed her in the stomach and used my helmet to repeatedly bash her head in.

"Common get up buddy." Styles ran up to me and helped me up. As he was, an arrow went through his head killing him. His blood splattered on my face. I grabbed his hunting rifle and picked off a rabbit who was jumping across the trees.

"Come and get me you mother fuckers!" I yelled as I fired away. "Get the fuck out of there Miles yelled. Miles picked off another rabbit as well and I ran over to him. These rabbits knew the forest better than we did and were taking full advantage of that.

The chestnut haired rabbit who had killed Marco threw her knife at Miles and it hit him clean in the neck. He held his neck as he coughed blood before collapsing on the floor tears streaming down his face.

Why did this happen? Why did the locals attack us? Did the world just hate us that badly?

I jumped behind a tree just in time as arrows came flying at me. "I'm still alive you fucking amateur's." I yelled in fury as I fired several pot shots from my hunting rifle into the woods hoping to hit one.

I then darted towards another tree. Ok if the rabbits tried it jump at me but I rifle butted her and she was stunned briefly as I ran. My right eye was bleeding profusely and I was losing blood fast. Had we not been using these boot action hunting rifles and been prepared we could have shredded these fuckers but we weren't and it cost us.

Another rabbit tried to block me and I smashed her head with my helmet. She collapses on the floor unconscious. I ran and ran after that. The rabbits seemed to have given up the chase.

I reached new Portland and collapsed on the floor as concerned civilians and GOC and insurgent personnel ran towards him.

Falmart. Red cherry woods. 665 imperial time.

Delilah was immediately regretting going through attacking the newcomers. Those rods of theirs cut down 6 of her warriors and injured another 4. Among the dead was Marcia. A further 2 were injured by the only survivor of the attack. The survivor in question had been one of the blue helmets who fought like a madman to escape and had his eye stabbed out in the process.

Delilah didn't have time to inspect those rods of theirs that the dead had clutched or dropped when they fell. She feared that a punitive expedition by the newcomers was imminent since one of theirs had escaped.

She realized that in her ego to prove herself to her warriors by leading them in an ambush against the newcomers she may have awakened a vengeful giant. She remembered their expressions when she first had seen them in that long column. They looked exhausted, battered, and bruised. They looked overall traumatized. It reminded her too much of the slaves that they had freed in a raid against Sadera.

What if she was wrong about them? What if they had been slaves that had escaped whether they came from by rebelling. The first man that she had killed didn't seem hostile, instead curious and friendly.

Had she thought clearer when she decided to go in for the kill she might have been flattered at the human curiosity in her features but what had been done and been done. All she could do was double down on what she had been doing and gather more warriors and raid that settlement before they got word to the main city in the valley that before word reached it and a massive expedition was launched. She had 40 remaining warriors with her; she could easily convince more from the nearby villages of her kind to join in. Her queen would be furious but nothing could be done.

(Teaser for the next part.)

A poem by a chaos insurgent- while we spoke of peace, one group aimed for more than they can reach. Blood, all over new Portland. the town is ablaze. The road to peace has been blocked. Denied. Though we tried. When Portland was called to arms, we fought them on the streets, humanity was under attack again. Stand and fight, Portland is burning, avenge the fallen.