A satellite tracks a JLTV somewhere in Atlas.

USSF: Vic's inbound.

Command: Continue Tracking.

Then, the camera lowered itself into the streets, and it seemed like it was following the JLTV that was driving forward itself. It was also the moment when another name appeared on the screen. This name was familiar to some of them.

Located...

Jacques Gelé

The JLTV stops in front of a residence where he is being held and dragged outside by two Great White Fang Soldiers.

The perspective has changed, and  could once again, see what was happening through someone else's eyes. Jacques' eyes.

The door before him was shut wide open, as the two were dragging him to the JLTV. The few other people were also visible but they were just doing their own things, or looking at him and the two men.

Other troops are on top of buildings. Helicopters swarm the area. More troops are seen taking civilians into custody while others secure the area with their dogs.

Winter:*via a intercom* Today, we will face the corrupt and the traitors!

Jacques is then dragged into the JLTV, and raises his tied hands as he is about to be knocked out by one of the soldiers.

Jacques: Don't you dare-!

The soldier hits him with the stock of his AK-74. He gets up and coughs; the JLTV is driven by an David, with Whitley on the passenger seat armed with a M9.

Whitley:*with hate* Hello, "Father".

They are taking him for a public execution. The soldier who hit him slams the door and bangs the roof to signal that the JLTV can depart while the other one signals to clear the way for the vehicle to leave.

They drive out of the area; Winter's speech plays over the radio.

Winter:*via a intercom* They all trusted the intention this man to this nation and lead her into a new era of hate and discrimination.

Troops are seen running down the sidewalk in the opposite direction of the vehicle.

Whitley:*to the David* Turn to the left.

At a fork soldiers stand on the side, firing into the air. David drives down a uphill drive, after a LAV-25A3. Marines are seen smoking on the sides.

Whitley gets a call on his cell-phone. He looks back at Jacques and then gets back on the phone. Soldiers are seen detaining civilians back on the road. Jacques looked to his left and saw two men who were breaking into someone else's house. The same thing was going on other side of the street. As he turned to the vehicle that was ahead of them, he saw a few people who were running away from something, probably from allied troops, but unfortunately from them, they were quickly captured.

Winter:*via a intercom* But like our monarchy before the War, he has been colluding with the rich and its allies with only self interest at heart!

On one side of the road a soldier is seen pinning a civilian. On the other several soldiers are firing into buildings, breaching them to clear them out of any Shadow Company. The vehicle continues to follow the LAV-25A3 for some time. Civilians run out of an alley and up the street between the JLTV and the LAV-25A3. Marines come out after them, avoiding hitting the JLTV.

The LAV-25A3 stops near a market place, Marines get out from the troop compartment in the back. The JLTV goes down a hill. At the bottom a garbage can is rolling with a SC under it. The SC gets out and is shot from behind. The JLTV comes to an intersection. A truck chock full of SDF soldiers goes ahead of the JLTV. The other roads are swarmed with troops.

The JLTV follows the truck. They come to a fork. The truck goes left. In the middle is an empty concrete area behind a building. Many Atlas soldiers are lined up against it with their hands behind their heads and their faces against the brick. Several civilians are on the ground being arrested by soldiers.

Whitley:*to the David* Turn to the right.

Winter:*via a intercom* Collusion breeds slavery! And we shall not be enslaved!

On a corner bend there is another empty area behind a building where some more Atlas soldiers are being killed and arrested for resisting the allies. At the violent scene Whitley taps the David's shoulder, who nods to him and turns back to the road. Civilians steal guns from SC soldiers and fire upon Ghosts in a small courtyard, but unfortunately for them, they were easily overpowered by them, and gunned down.

Whitley:*to the David* Turn to the left, to the left.

Soldiers exit a M3 Bradley and run down the sidewalk. The JLTV goes right at a fork into an alley with many posters of Jet and dumpsters. Behind a dumpster a civilian is seen painting a picture of Falcon onto the alley wall. He sprints off when the JLTV comes near. Three Botswana Mi-24 Hind attack helicopters buzz over the buildings.

Winter:*via a intercom* The time has come to show our true strength. They underestimate our allies resolve. Let us show them that we do not fear them.

A civilian is seen jumping a chain-link fence. A dog is seen chasing him but he escapes.

Winter:*via a intercom* As one people, we will free our brethren from the tyranny of Jacques' influence!

A dumpster lid is lifted slightly as a civilian's head is exposed. He quickly shuts it once the JLTV gets too close. The vehicle approaches a highway as troops run across from the right end. To the left several jets fly across. The vehicle turns right and follows the soldiers. On the left several soldiers surround a truck and drag the civilian driver out and throw him to the pavement. The vehicle goes straight.

On the left many SC troopers are lined up with their backs facing the road. Marines reload and aim at them. As the car passes they fire and the bodies drop in a hail of gunfire without remorse.

Winter:*via a intercom* Our allies are strong and our cause is just.

The JLTV turns left at a small courtyard where soldiers are lined up and tanks are parked. An CH-53E Super Stallion lands in the courtyard, flanked by two AH-1Z Viper.

Winter:*via a intercom* As I speak, we're nearing our objectives, by which we will restore the independence of a once floating nation.

The JLTV travels down a deserted road. At the end are some soldiers talking and smoking. At the very end there is an arena on the right, many troops are lined up here. They all fire their guns into the air as they cheer as the vehicle stops outside the arena. A Canadian soldier opens the back door, another pulls Jacques out, and throws him onto the ground.

Winter:*via a intercom* Our noble crusade has begun.

A Mexican soldier stomps Jacques in the face, and his vision blacks out. As his vision comes to, two soldiers each take one of Jacques' arms and lead him down the long hallway into the arena where Miho and Mihaly awaits.

The soldiers hold Jacques in front of Miho, who looks at him.

She then nods and backs off. The soldiers begin to lead him towards a bloody, wooden stake in the middle of the arena. Allied troops are gathered all around the courtyard, cheering from both floors of the surrounding building. Winter is nearby, talking into a camera being used to broadcast her speech.

Winter:*via a intercom* Just as they lay waste to our countries, we shall lay waste to theirs.

The soldiers tie Jacques up and troops cheer very loudly. Miho looks at Mihaly, who is holding a Desert Eagle.

She approaches to take it and Mihaly raises the gun at Miho's head. Before he turns it over and offers it to her. She nods and takes it. The execution is being filmed on live television throughout the world...

Miho: This is how it begins.

Time seemed to slow down as she then walks over to Jacques, aims the Desert Eagle at Jacques' face and cocks it. Miho smirked after cocking the gun, while Jacques is heard breathing heavily during this.

Miho: Goodbye, Gelé.

Jacques:*yelling at her* IT'S SCHNEE-

Miho fires the gun, executing Jacques.

Finally......

Jacques Sch-I mean Gelé.....is dead.

With a single pull of the trigger, Miho ended Jacques' life, the gunshot echoing through the arena like a thunderclap. The silence that followed was palpable, a moment of eerie stillness amidst the chaos and violence that had consumed Atlas.

As Jacques fell to the ground, lifeless and motionless, a sense of finality settled over the arena. The crowd erupted into cheers once more, celebrating the demise of a man whose actions had brought so much suffering and despair to the people of Atlas.

Yet, amid the jubilation, there was also a somber acknowledgment of the cost of war and the sacrifices that had been made. Jacques Gelé may have met his end, but the scars of his tyranny would linger long after his passing, a reminder of the dark chapter in Atlas's history.

And so, with Jacques' death, a chapter was closed, but the struggle for freedom and justice continued. The road ahead would be fraught with challenges and uncertainty, but the people of Atlas stood united in their determination to rebuild and forge a brighter future from the ashes of their past.

Timeskip to a week later,

Troops are seen cheering as their brothers & sisters in arms throwing their jackets and/or stuff in a big fire pit. Fight the power by Public Enemy was heard playing on loudspeakers.

Anthony: Oh shit!?

It cuts to a view of a shirtless Anthony with a cigar & clipboard, a muthafuckin smile on his face approaching Ciel and Colonel Hana Isuzu.

Anthony: You motherfuckers were still out there?

He turns to Hana while putting the cigar in his mouth.

Anthony: Colonel? You didn't get memo, did you?

Both of them shook their heads.

Anthony: Having a little party, you're little overdressed."

He points at their dirty combat gear.

Anthony still smiling spoke with a whole lot of enthusiasm.

Anthony: The shit is over muthafuckas, you didn't die!

He offers a cigar to Hana.

Anthony: Have a cigar ma'am.

She takes it.

Anthony: It won't kill you. Whoo!!! Party on!

Yang comes up behind the two smiling and drunk.

Yang: Hey motherfuckers!

She grabs both of their shoulders.

Yang: Did get fucking kill!? Huh? Did get fucking kill, ma'am?

Hana was still confused but answers.

Hana: Yes.

Yang: Oh, shit.

She let's go of both of them.

Yang: But fuck it. This fucked up rodeo is over! We're going home!

She laughs in joy.

Yang: Whoo!!!

Marrow is then shown taking off his hat.

Marrow: Get those old camies gals.

He points at his.

Marrow: I'm burning all these. We don't need 'em anymore.

He said as he throws them in the fire.

Mina and Mako are seen cheering.

Mina: Whoo! Yeah!! We killed Jacques, guys!! HE'S FUCKING HISTORY!!!

She tosses her helmet and kicks it.

Mina: YEAH, HE'S FUCKING HISTORY!!!

Chris is seen taking off his undershirt.

Chris: We never have to come back and face those shitholes, ever again!

He throws his undershirt in the fire as the allies cheered.

It then cuts to the duo with a calm look.

Hana looked at the M40A4 Remington sniper rifle she was just issued with a saddened expression.

Hana: I never shot this rifle.

Ciel looks at her. She then looks like she's thinking then turns to look back at to Hana.

Ciel: You can do it now.

Hana then looks at the sky, points her sniper rifle up in the air, turns the safety off, and fires her sniper.

As that happened, everyone else does the same with their firearms including Ciel.

It cuts to Chris firing his M249 SAW with one hand and a smile on his face. Then it cuts to Brody, Andrew, Noah, Eric Fernandes who're shooting a XM7s, Dasha unbutton shirt and shooting a M18 Pistol and Damian shooting a M4A1. All of them had a smile on their faces.

It then cuts to a view of Anthony with a cigar in his mouth and shooting a M60E2 as he yells with a cigar in his mouth.

Anthony: OORAH!!!!

Then cuts to a view of Ragnar K. Eksinud shooting an MP5 one handed.

It then cuts back to Chris shooting the M249 but, with both hands this time. The view then changes to show almost everyone shooting a gun in the air.

It then cuts to Alexander Wilson finishing shooting his Desert Eagle and Colt 1911. As he breathes in relief. As it cuts back to Ren with his arms raised and M18 still in hand and falls to his knees yelling inaudible battle cry as in the background we see Jacob is shooting a M4A1 with not a care in the world.

It then cuts back to the duo with happy looks on their faces as Hana takes off her hat and Ciel lowers her weapon.

The two look around their fellow brothers & sisters in arms celebrating their victory. Showing that everyone is celebrating and having a great time.

The two look up to the night sky.

As the jubilant celebrations continued into the night, the sky above was illuminated by the glow of the fire pit and the stars twinkling overhead. For Hana and Ciel, amidst the revelry and camaraderie of their fellow soldiers, there was a sense of closure and relief.

Hana gazed up at the night sky, her expression reflecting a mix of emotions - the weight of the battles they had fought, the losses they had endured, and the triumph of victory.

Ciel stood beside her, her eyes also fixed on the stars above, a sense of peace washing over her weary soul. In this moment of respite, amidst the chaos and turmoil of war, they found solace in the quiet beauty of the night sky.

Together, they stood as symbols of resilience and determination, their spirits lifted by the unity and strength of their comrades-in-arms. In the face of adversity, they had persevered, and now, as they looked up at the vast expanse of the heavens, they found hope in the promise of a new beginning.

As the night wore on and the celebrations continued, Hana and Ciel remained steadfast in their resolve, their hearts filled with gratitude for the hard-fought victory and the bonds forged in the crucible of war.

And so, beneath the canopy of stars, they stood as testament to the enduring spirit of humanity, ready to face whatever challenges the future might bring, together, as one.

Timeskip to two weeks later~

April 27th, 2039. A victory parade had started, with marching bands playing several military marches. Soon, the parade started. Men and women, humans and Faunus, Earthlings and Remnantians, were marching down the street, clad in uniforms and combat gear. A mirage of grays, greens, tans, browns, and dark blues marched the streets of Washington, DC.

Along with them were some of their armored vehicles. Some were A-LTVs and Humvees with big turrets or missile launchers. The bigger ones were heavily armored APCs, LAVs and more that had massive turrets with machine guns.

F-55s, F-35s, F-16s, F-15s, F-18s, A-10s and F-22s also soared through the air, sparing red, white, and blue smoke in the air.

No extravagant display, just normal marching, which made the scene even more powerful.

At very front of the marching. Was MAC-SOG.

As MAC-SOG led the victory parade through the streets of Washington, DC, their presence commanded attention and respect. Clad in their uniforms, they marched with precision and pride, a symbol of the valor and sacrifice that had led to their triumph.

The sound of marching feet echoed off the buildings, accompanied by the stirring melodies of military marches played by the marching bands. Spectators lined the streets, their cheers and applause mingling with the music as they saluted the brave men and women who had fought to defend their freedom.

Amidst the procession of armored vehicles and soaring fighter jets, MAC-SOG stood tall and resolute, a beacon of strength and unity in a world still healing from the scars of conflict. As they marched with determination towards the future, their unwavering resolve served as a reminder of the indomitable spirit of humanity in the face of adversity.

The victory parade was not just a celebration of their triumph on the battlefield, but a testament to the bonds of camaraderie forged in the heat of battle. Together, they marched forward, united in purpose and vision, ready to confront whatever challenges lay ahead with courage and determination. And as the parade continued, the echoes of their footsteps reverberated through the streets, a resounding declaration of victory and hope for a brighter tomorrow.

After the parade, we see Kevin and Ciel chatting with each other. Chris, Aoto and Anthony being the older brothers of the young man they are.

Decided to become assholes as they approach the two.

Kevin and Ciel continued their conversation, their camaraderie evident as they shared stories and laughter. However, their moment of peace was interrupted as Chris, Aoto, and Anthony swaggered over, their mischievous grins betraying their intentions.

Chris: Well, well, well, look what we have here. Kevin and Ciel, the dynamic duo.

Aoto: Aren't you two just adorable?

Anthony: Yeah, like a couple of lovebirds chirping away.

Kevin raised an eyebrow, a hint of amusement in his eyes as he glanced at Ciel, silently acknowledging the intrusion.

Kevin: What's up, troublemakers? Need something from us?

Chris chuckled, his tone dripping with sarcasm as he leaned in closer.

Chris: Oh, nothing much, just wondering how the lovebirds are enjoying their victory parade.

Aoto: Yeah, did you two get lost on your way to the honeymoon suite or something?

Ciel rolled her eyes, exchanging a knowing glance with Kevin before responding.

Ciel: Very funny, guys. We're just enjoying the moment, same as everyone else.

Anthony nudged Chris, a mischievous glint in his eyes as he smirked at the duo.

Anthony: Oh, come on, you two can't fool us. We know there's more to it than that.

Chris: Yeah, spill the beans. What's the real story behind this little rendezvous?

Kevin chuckled, shaking his head as he leaned back against a nearby wall.

Kevin: Ciel and I are married and have nine kids.

Chris, Aoto, and Anthony:*double-takes* Wut?

Ciel:*blushes* And.....another on the way.

Chris:..........When?

Kevin: When we got married? A year after the Battle of Vale.

Aoto: But......that would mean you were 16 and she was 17....and your kids are...?

Ciel: All nine are three years old.

Chris, Aoto, and Anthony:..........*jaw drops*

Chris, Aoto, and Anthony stood there in stunned silence, their jaws hanging open in disbelief as they processed the unexpected revelation. Kevin and Ciel exchanged amused glances, clearly enjoying the reaction of their older brothers.

Chris finally managed to find his voice, though it came out as a bewildered whisper.

Chris: You... you got married at sixteen?

Aoto shook his head, still struggling to comprehend the situation.

Aoto: And you have nine kids, all three years old?

Anthony blinked several times, trying to make sense of the information.

Anthony: Wait, so... you were parents at sixteen and seventeen?

Ciel nodded, her blush deepening as she realized the shock their news had caused.

Ciel: Yes, we were young, but we wouldn't change a thing.

Kevin placed a reassuring hand on Ciel's shoulder, offering her a supportive smile.

Kevin: We've faced challenges, but our family is our greatest joy.

Chris, Aoto, and Anthony exchanged incredulous looks, their minds reeling with the implications of their younger siblings' unexpected journey into parenthood.

Chris: Well, I'll be damned. Looks like we've got some catching up to do.

Aoto grinned, shaking his head in disbelief.

Aoto: I never thought I'd be an uncle before hitting thirty.

Anthony chuckled, his disbelief slowly giving way to acceptance and pride.

Anthony: Hey, as long as you two are happy, that's all that matters.

With a mixture of astonishment and admiration, the group continued their conversation, their bond stronger than ever as they navigated this new chapter in their lives together.

Just then, Coco and Harriet approached Anthony and gestured to follow them.

Anthony:*to his family* Speaking of families, need to chat.

His brothers and Ciel wave him off as he, Coco and Harriet are a distance away.

Anthony: Yeah?

Coco and Harriet exchanged a glance before Coco spoke up, her tone serious yet with a hint of urgency.

Coco: Anthony, we need to talk to you about something important.

Harriet nodded in agreement, her expression matching Coco's seriousness.

Harriet: And you need listen fully. And not run away.

Anthony: Okay.

Both Harriet and Coco breathed in and out.

Harriet and Coco:*blushing* I want another kid.

Anthony:......

Coco:*blushing*.........

Harriet:*blushing*........

Anthony:......*runs away*

Coco:*chasing after him* YOU CAN'T ESCAPE YOUR WIVES NEEDS!!!!

Anthony:*running* I KNOW MY RIGHTS!!!!!

Harriet:*chasing after him* I TOLD WE SHOULD HAVE GOTTEN EITHER MINA OR GLYNDA TO HOLD HIM DOWN!!!!!

As Anthony bolted away, his two determined wives hot on his heels, the scene descended into a comical chase through the parade grounds. Coco and Harriet's voices echoed in the air, their urgent pleas mixing with Anthony's protests as they weaved through the crowd.

Coco: Anthony, you can't run forever!

Harriet: Come back here and face your fate!

Anthony: I didn't sign up for this!

Despite Anthony's best efforts to evade capture, Coco and Harriet proved to be relentless in their pursuit. The trio dashed past marching soldiers, dodged armored vehicles, and skirted around parade floats in their frantic chase.

Coco: We're not giving up, Anthony!

Harriet: You can't escape the inevitable!

Anthony: I beg to differ!

The onlookers watched with amusement as the spectacle unfolded before them, some even joining in with cheers and laughter as they witnessed the comedic pursuit.

Finally, after a series of twists and turns, Anthony found himself cornered, his two determined wives closing in on him from either side.

Coco: Time to face the music, Anthony!

Harriet: We're not leaving until you hear us out!

Anthony glanced around desperately, realizing that there was no way out of this predicament. With a defeated sigh, he stopped running and turned to face Coco and Harriet, resignation written all over his face.

Anthony: Fine, fine. Let's talk about it.

Coco and Harriet exchanged triumphant looks before surrounding Anthony, their expressions victorious as they finally had his undivided attention. And so, amidst the hustle and bustle of the victory parade, the trio began their discussion about expanding their family, with Anthony reluctantly coming to terms with his fate.

Meanwhile somewhere else. We see Miho and Oorai Battalion are about head off and continue fighting in the shadows.

As Miho was about to step on her ship, she looks at Mihaly leaning up against a SUV.

And the new rank of General. A four star general.

He gives Miho the middle finger. Miho replies by giving Mihaly the middle finger, prompting him to smirk.

Their exchange spoke volumes, conveying a complex mix of camaraderie, rivalry, and mutual respect that defined their dynamic. Despite their differences and the challenges they faced, Miho and Mihaly shared an unspoken understanding that transcended words.

As Miho boarded her ship and prepared to continue her fight in the shadows, she couldn't help but feel a sense of camaraderie with Mihaly, even in their moments of playful banter. With a nod of acknowledgement, she turned away, ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead, fueled by the unbreakable bond between her and her comrades.

Meanwhile at the Land of Darkness, Evernight Castle. We see an ancient, mysterious figure from Remnant's forgotten past and the primary antagonist.

Salem...

She sat in her throne as Dr. Arthur Watts walks in watching the news about Atlas.

Salem: Report.

Watts: Atlas has completely fallen, Mistress.

Salem: And what of Hazel and Tyrain's recovery?

Watts: If I had to say. Slow. Hazel is still recovering from having his....reproductive destroyed. Tyrain is still in surgery and getting the prosthetics for his arms, legs, tail, spine, and stomach. Both were found half-dead to begin with.

Salem: And the hybrid clones?

Watts smiles as he shows the data of them.

Watts: I wasn't able to make any clones of the troops from the countries that fought Atlas. But I did get thousands if not millions of DNA samples from the kingdoms. By next year the first Grimm hybrids will be ready. But they'll need the knowledge.

Salem:*smirks* Oh how combat the humans and Faunus. The Huntsmen and Huntresses. And those soldiers from....what were they again?

Watts: They're NATO, SATO, EUTO, and African Continent. I wasn't able to get any info on them. The first time I did a strong virus destroyed my lab.

Salem: I see.

Salem's eyes gleamed with satisfaction as she absorbed the report from Dr. Watts, her mind already scheming and plotting the next phase of her dark agenda. Despite setbacks and challenges, her resolve remained unwavering, fueled by an insatiable thirst for power and domination.

With a nod of approval, Salem acknowledged Watts' efforts, her voice laced with anticipation as she contemplated the impending fruition of her plans.

Salem: Excellent, Dr. Watts. Continue your work diligently. The time approaches when our creations will emerge, ready to wreak havoc upon Remnant.

Watts bowed deeply, a mixture of reverence and fear evident in his demeanor as he pledged his unwavering loyalty to Salem's cause.

Watts: Yes, Mistress. I shall spare no effort in ensuring the success of our endeavors.

Salem's gaze lingered on the swirling darkness beyond the castle walls, her mind already envisioning the chaos and destruction that would soon engulf the world. With a chilling smile, she leaned back on her throne, her heart filled with anticipation for the darkness yet to come.

Salem:*to herself* I just have to wait for the pieces of the puzzle fall in line. And when it does...

She smiles sinisterly while looking out the lands.

Salem's sinister smile widened as she contemplated the unfolding events, her mind calculating each move with meticulous precision. In her eyes, the chaos and strife of the world were but mere pieces of a grand puzzle, each one essential to her ultimate design.

With unwavering patience, Salem awaited the perfect moment when the pieces would align, when her carefully laid plans would come to fruition, plunging Remnant into darkness and despair.

As she gazed out over the vast expanse of her domain, Salem's resolve only grew stronger, fueled by the knowledge that her time of triumph was drawing near. With a quiet intensity, she whispered to herself, a vow of determination etched into her very being.

Salem: And when it does... they will all know the true meaning of fear.

To be continued.....