Night Patrol 2: Awakening

by Foxgear


The day love doomed the world

Night Patrol 2 Chapter 50
By Foxgear


Kaiser Hades rolled in bed, flushed red, and covered in the sweat of his lover. He grinned goofily like a young stallion. His wife lay beside him equally, flushed and panting. Chrysalis was in pure bliss, her privates screaming from their rough and passionate lovemaking. Slowly she wrapped her remaining legs around her lover, using her stubs to squeeze him tighter.
When he said he still loved her, even with her deformity, she as the vain pony she was, did not honestly believe him. Also, when he dragged her to bed after her wounds healed, she thought their lovemaking would be awkward, and he would eat his own words.
Turns out, she was the one eating her words, among other things, an apology for doubting his integrity. She felt like a young hearted maiden enjoying her first love, instead of the dominatrix she loved to play. If she were asked if there was a difference in their lovemaking from before, Chrysalis would testify it was even better now. Hades gave her two hundred percent and more.
They may have gone like rabbits before, but now it was rabbits that would be mimicking them. The Kaiser never missed a chance to take her and was even ravaging her in public. Not when others were around, but Hades was undoubtedly bolder than before, indulging in the play, he would have touted as too out there for a stud in his position.
“I’m starting to feel like your wife.”
He nibbled on her ear, “Because you are.”
She couldn’t help it, she blushed, the former seductive Queen of the changelings blushing like a teenage pony. “Oh, you. You know there’s nothing to gain by marrying me. Not anymore. Politically at least. You’d be far better off ditching me and taking a young, more lucrative bride.”
“You’ve been looking at polls again? Those pompous reporters wouldn’t know true value if I stamped it on a gold mark and showed it to them. Besides, I give all to my nation, but who I share my bed is not a concern for the masses.” His flattery was defiantly rosier than before. Yet, a frown settled on his lips as he pulled away from her. “Why have you been so insistent on separating from me? Do you truly wish to leave?”
“Of course not,” Was her answer, it was loud and filled with despair about the prospect ever occurring. “But… well, I still can’t accept it, even after all this time. That new body you have cooking below for me… even if you didn’t have it, would you still want me?”
He turned it around on her with, “Do you want a new body? I’m perfectly content with you as you are, but…” Hades chuckled lightly. “I know you. You find your weakness distasteful.”
“Yes, but not as much as pink.”
“Very much so, I’ll try to do something about the color.”
“Please do, but before that.” She rolled over, tail raised. “I could go again if you’re ready, or do you need to recharge?”
He was on her before she could finish.
The next hour was them enjoying each other thoroughly. Chrysalis loved the attention, and the weight of Hade’s body pressed against her back as she used the headboard for balance. His eager lovemaking rocked their king-sized four-post bed. The creaking of the antique wood made no bones about what they were doing.
Anypony that dare disturb them better have a great reason, or they might not see the dawn of the next day.
At Chrysalis’s climatic moan, a knock came at the old oak double doors, she grinned as the Kaiser removed himself from her. Her grin of sexual satisfaction and the eager glee of seeing the trembling fool that was no doubt gulping outside.
“You better get that.” She pecked Hades on the lips, breaking the kiss before he could deepen it. Much to his chagrin. “Come on now. Your strong will and leadership are some of your best qualities. I might start to lose my high opinion of you if you neglect your nation just to fuck me over the headboard.”
“I suppose, hopefully, this shan’t take but a minute.” He peeked her cheek and climbed off the bed. He was still at full mast and made no move to clean or hide his Emperor’s sword, fully intending to show the pony outside just how much trouble they were in if this wasn’t important.
“I bet it’s Wiess again!” Chrysalis called from the bed. She donned her disguise as a unicorn version of herself. Smiling nostalgically at the phantom limbs, her magic created. Her public persona was still able-bodied, the number of creatures in the know of her injuries was her hive and a select number of the Kaiser’s most trusted subordinates.
She hopped off the bed, standing comfortably in her disguise. Thanking her lucky stars her race’s transformation magic wasn’t merely an illusion, but an actual transformation. That said, using her magic to maintain the mass of two extra legs was more taxing. Any weight more significant than herself required magic to substitute the difference. The more significant the difference, the more magic used. With her missing legs, she had less mass than before to work with. Even such a simple transformation was taxing to her.
Substantially this is why changelings didn’t run around as much more substantial, stronger creatures. Even though they theoretically could. The magic usage was too high, why turn into a dragon or ogre, if the transformation only lasted a few seconds? Leaving you exhausted afterward?
Taking care to saunter, making sure to maintain her magicked legs, Chrysalis closed the closet door to hide her prosthetics. She wore the clunky metal legs regularly, using her magic to disguise them instead of creating magic appendages. Hiding something was a lot easier than making it. And a lot less taxing on her magic. Wearing iron horseshoes helped cover up the sound of the metal limbs.
“Is it Wiess?” She chipperly asked. Hades opening the door fully once her embarrassment was hidden. Sure enough, the peach and blonde pony was at the door, looking nervous. “Oh, it is! I hope this is good, if not…” She trailed off, leaving the threat hanging.
“Yes, your Grace!” Wiess saluted stiffly. Presenting a thick stack of papers. “An intelligence report! The subject is the mobilization of the Nippon Second Aerial Fleet! Confirmed two days ago. Reports say the fleet has returned home now but is missing one ship. The flagship, Emerald Cutter.”
Chrysalis didn’t need to see the Kaiser's eyes to know they had just widened. “Did somepony manage to sink that flying behemoth?” He asked, keeping his tone neutral, though there were still twinges of excitement and worry.
If some country managed to sink the Nippon Second Fleet Flagship, the Nippon First, Third, and Fourth Fleet will soon descent upon them with a vengeance. A vengeance so fierce and devastating the world would sit back and watch the obliteration of said nation.
Nippon lived by a straightforward rule when it came to international policy, ‘Leave us alone, we leave you alone.’ They were the quiet kid in the corner that nobody talked too out of fear.
“We thought that too, so we tapped the spy network. Our Equestrian contacts report seeing the Emerald Cutter and the Nightmare docking in Canterlot two days later. Both ships are unscathed. There are reports of injured Equestrian soldiers. Further digging revealed Celestia and Luna started a hard campaign in the Frozen North.”
“Why on earth did they go there?” Chrysalis asked with foreign interest. “There’s no fertile land, no civilizations besides the Yaks, and they’re hardly worth the fuss. Did Celestia decide to melt the ice caps or something?”
“Apparently, King Sombra returned,” Hades mumbled out, looking over the finer points of the report.
The mention of the unicorn King’s name made Chrysalis frown her brow and tap her chin. “King Sombra? I think my mother mentioned him. We apparently had an alliance with him in the past. Ruined that Queen’s rule and brought the Changeling Kingdom to the brink of ruin from our losses.”
“He’s merely a footnote in history. I’m surprised, I thought Celestia was hiding a core of elite mages or something, but that doesn’t seem to be the case. It seems they barely recovered from the Canterlot attack before charging forward again. Why, after spending all that time retraining… Oh-ho, I see now. How diabolical of them.”
“Who’s diabolical?” She asked, trotting over to lean against Hades for support. “Celestia and Luna?”
He shook his head. “No, the Night Patrollers. From the earlier reports, they were retraining the EUP to the GEA, but they needed officers to fill the ranks since they have so many surplus soldiers, but no commanders. When you look at the invasion force, they undercut it by more than half the minimum of troops needed.”
“So what?”
“My dear, this means, somepony in Night Patrol, came up with a plan to turn X number of 4500 ponies into hardened veterans. I can assume that even if only half of the troops survived, they would consider the plan a success. Now they have about 2000 plus soldiers that have the experience and the mindset to be officers to lead the soldiers left behind. They forced the soft-hearted ponies to hardened in the fires of war, rather than take the time to train them.”
She was skeptical. “And Celestia and Luna would approve of this plan?”
“Oh, the pony that devised this little scheme is clever enough to pull the rug from under those two once or twice if they try. A cold and logical pony, yes, it would defiantly be him.”
“Him?”
“Don’t worry about it, darling. Now is this bit of intel juicy enough for Wiess to escape scot-free?”
The messenger squirmed under the Queen’s gleeful eyes. “Hmm, rather then punishment, a reward is in order.”
Wiess breathed a sigh of relief.
“Get on the bed.”
“What?”
Chrysalis nibbled on Wiess’s ear. “You’re going to perform before the Kaiser, on his bed with his Kaiserin, is there no greater honor? Wiess?”
The peachy pony was a deep shade of pink as she marched reluctantly into the private royal chambers. “No mien Kaiserin.” The door slammed and locked behind her.
“I knew you’d understand, also, put this on.” Chrysalis summoned a little piece from her wardrobe, licking her lips as Wiess squirmed.
“No! NO! That’s too embarrassing!”
Wiess pleads weren’t acknowledged.


Knowing your lover was a deviant was one thing, her being a dominatrix, yet a submissive when with you was also another thing. So, when his Kaiserin gets in the mood to put on a show for him, it was both parts enchanting and frustrating.
Enchanting because watching Chrysalis dominate Wiess was a turn on for any hot-blooded red male, Kaiser Hades included. Frustrating because he had to sit back and watch. Not because Chrysalis told him to. She’s made it a game to try and enchant him into a three or more way.
No, the fact of the matter was he made his vows, both the traditional public vows his subjects expected and the private vows he made that came from his core beliefs. Not looking at other mares the same as way as Chrysalis was one of those vows.
So, every time Chrysalis would drag in some young thing for a ‘reward’ or ‘punishment,’ he let her indulge in her domineering nature. Enduring the tantalizing display and her siren-like beckoning to join her. Only to politely decline and remain rooted to his chair. Watching her enjoy herself.
To any pony that dared call him a hypocrite for watching and enjoying this carnal display. He replied with, “Enjoy a sudden military draft to Congo.”
“Hades, you're looking so pent up, why don’t you come and join us?” Chrysalis teasingly offered Wiess to him, the peach mare in a fidgeting daze.
He held up a hoof, “I’ll pass. Time to let her go, my dear. She is one of my better military officers.”
“I’m grateful for the praise, mien Kaiser!” Wiess saluted while facing backward and Chrysalis nibbling on her ear. Sounding only extremely embarrassed as opposed to about to die embarrassment. The small dip in reaction seemed to sour Chrysalis’s playful mood.
After a casual slap on the rump, his Kaiserin ‘gently’ pushed the younger mare off the bed. Wiess quickly stood at attention, despite her condition of sweat and musk. “If that is all my lord and lady, I wish to shower.” She finished quietly.
The gleam quickly returned to Chrysalis’s eye. “No.” She stated flatly, putting on the air of the Kaiserin. “By my decree, you may not bathe until the morn!”
“Mien Kaiser?” Wiess looked for him to help, which was a mistake, and she knew that.
“Mien Kaiserin has spoken lieutenant Wiess. I expect any soldier in my army to follow her commands in all matters of great or minor importance.”
“Ja, I understand. I will… return to mien post.”
“Oh, Wiess,” Chrysalis called out, making the peach pony freeze. “Don’t forget your uniform, also you might want to take that off. It is mine.”
Wiess looked down, her blush uncontrollable as she realized she was still tangled up in the thin frilly silk get up Chrysalis had forced on her. Her uniform was tossed to her, wrinkled but not smelling of nightly activities at least.
“You can just leave that on the floor.”
After dispensing of the lingerie and donning her uniform. Wiess happily took her leave of the room. Mumbling about wanting a transfer to the Zebra Colonies.
A long stretch of silence followed her departure until it was finally broken by Chrysalis’s light but sinister laughter. Which he found charming. His changeling lover rolled under the covers, dropping her disguise for her own flesh.
“If she were ever to sue, she’d have a strong case against us, you know.” He pointed out with only minor seriousness. Hades hopped back into bed with his lover, cuddling with her, instead of engaging in any more sex. Not that he wouldn’t, and though Chrysalis would be loath to admit it, she enjoyed cuddling as much as a hard pound.
“Oh, she enjoys it. I know these things trust me.” She said, not even entertaining Wiess breaching their confidentiality while gently massaging his side her hoof. “She enjoys it far more than she ever lets on. Don’t be surprised for her to wind up a mistress one day.”
“From her own volition or your teasing and prodding.”
“Who can say?” She slyly dodged the answer they both knew was more likely.
“Has much as I love you and want you to be free, I do need my subordinates to be mentally sound.”
“I’m instilling loyalty in different forms.”
“I don’t see you trying that with the males.”
“If I did that, we both know what would happen to them. Honestly, you should use me for that more, a lot of political trouble makers would disappear. No pony would blame you.”
“Your… our children do a fine enough job of that. It’s better to let dissidents have a voice then to silence them. It makes them far easier to undermine when you can publicly make them out to be fools by beating their arguments.”
She laughed, “Yes, and so much easier when they fall on their own sword during a debate, yes?”
“Indeed,” He kissed her, a short, gentle kiss, before settling down for sleep. Chrysalis all but wrapped herself around him. Between the weight of the blanket and her warmth, the Kaiser quickly sub come to rest.
For about five seconds before somepony knocked on the door.
“What?” He growled, Chrysalis giggling into his barrel.
“Mien Kaiser! Please, it is urgent news!”
“Then speak it, you draft fool! It better be important!”
He expected the pony on the other side to rapidly apologize or something along those lines. But what was said had him sitting up and at the door in record time.
“Repeat that.” He said evenly, staring down the ragged messenger.
“I repeat, Mien Kaiser, El Cid of Hispania and D ’Arc of Prance have joined in union and declared war upon Germane! Their armies ravage our borders as we speak!”
You could have heard a pin drop. The Kaiser stood frozen, processing the information, and slowly his eyes shrunk, and his brows narrowed in righteous rage.
“Get me General Field Marshall Bismarck, Admiral Tirpitz, and General Hipper! Begin the organizing of troops and send every West Barracks to support the border guards!” He was moving, rampaging through the halls. Ponies were running wild, trying to get things done, but the order of structure required his approval. “Get the communications up! I want a message sent! Where is SHE?”
The room came to a screeching halt. One brave soul asked, “She, who Mien Kaiser?”
Climbing onto his throne, the Kaiser scowled, “Who do you think? Get a message to Colonel Titania Von Blut now! Where is she?”
“She’s in Zebra land, aiding the colonies, Mien Kaiser, what should I send?”
“Tell her the situation and pass along code, BLANK CHECK. That is all.”
Fear gripped the Central Military staff. The weight of such a simple two words was a heavy one. One braver one-star general, found the gull to speak back to him.
“Mien Kaiser, to give her such free reign, only the gods will know what she will do. I beg you to reconsider! We only barely resolved the suits against her from last time.”
He slammed his hoof on the arm of his chair, “El Cid and D ’arc get everything they deserve for pursuing this foolishness! They play at war! And now, with the lives of my subjects! I will show them a true war! I will let my rabid dog off its leash and carve into their flesh a lesson they will never forget!”
As the fading echo of his voice dissipated in the high ceiling of the Kaiser’s throne. Those gathered that day could only salute their leader and carry out their orders. Unknowingly paving the path for a very dark future.
Later, those that would write of this night and say, “It was the day when loved turned the earth asunder.”


Meanwhile, on the Zebra Continent, near the Congo border north of the Amazon disputed territories, a wildfire raged across the grassy plains, but it was no natural fire.
No, the fire was caused by a raging battle, or what could be legally called a conflict between two opposing sides. Even if it was clearly one-sided.
“Colonel Titania, the operation is going well! The Amazon Zebra tribe is being brought to heel!” A spunky peachy/brown mare with equally dull brown hair reported. The only thing not regular about her was the metal horn and wings she had, along with the Germane uniform with a patch reading 443rd Sky Mage Battalion.
“I’m aware of that, Captain Zeppelin, honestly, this can hardly be called a battle. It almost seems like the Kaiser is punishing me after what happened with Saddle Arabia.”
“Maybe the Kaiser thought you needed a vacation after such a tough assignment, ma’am. He is… rather soft on you.” Zeppelin hesitantly pointed out, flinching at her superior’s narrowed gaze.
Colonel Titania Von Blunt was a filly of smaller stature than the average mare. Lending many to assume she was a teenager or even younger. When in actuality, Titania was pushing twenty. Her wide silver/blue eyes and platinum mane resembled an artisan-crafted doll. Her coat was a pale peach, almost bleached. Like the rest of her unit, she was an earth pony outfitted with a false horn and wings. Or officially titled: The Heinkel Model 89 Magic Focuser and Flight Fighter, HM89-MFFF for short.
The raging fire and fleeing zebras reflected in Titania’s cold cobalt eyes. The horrors before her not moving her heart an inch towards sympathy.
The Colonel didn’t acknowledge her subordinate’s remark of the Kaiser’s soft spot for her. She liked to keep her relationship with him strictly professional. Wanting all praise to be from her merits and not the fact he was her step-father.
With no opposition to seriously face them, Titania scoffed at the fleeing Zebras of the Amazon tribe. “Honestly. What were these foolish savages thinking? Attacking our territory because they had five pegasus Zebras? Did they really think that would be enough? Five flying zebras and five hundred ground forces? What a joke! A waste of my time! Prepare for another barrage!”
“But ma’am! We’ve routed them!”
Titania’s grin was absolutely frightful. “We were issued new horns and wings. We’re just conducting a test run of the new Heinkel Model 89. Nothing wrong with that? Look at all those live-action test dummies, the perfect targets, right?”
Zeppelin nodded, her expression stern as the mechanical horn came to life, breaking apart with many moving cylinder pieces engraved with runs. Like a cylinder cipher, the rune rearranged themselves into a preset formula. The one, in this case, a high yield explosion spell.
“Companies aim!” Zeppelin shouted as all fifty members of their flight wing prepared to attack.
With a small smirk, Titania gave the order to fire. Fifty individual magic bombs hit the ground. Each explosion by its self could damage a small armored building plated with three-inch steel, times that by fifty, and you had an impressive fireball.
Or fireworks, depending on your preference. Titania preferred to think of them like fireworks. Loud and memorizing like the one at the annual Octoberfest. The memory of her first legal drink while loud, colorful explosions filled the night sky brought her one of the few joys in her life.
The thatched huts not caught by the wildfire were swept away to nothing.
“A perfect live-fire exercise. This new equipment is a cut above the old Ju-56.”
Being a nation made up of almost one hundred percent earth ponies. It was only natural to stand on the world stage, advancements were needed. Thus, the invention of the Sky Mage Corps. Earth ponies outfitted with surgically implanted horns and wings.
Naturally, they would never be masters of magic or flight due to the limits of their technology and natural biology, but in Titania’s view, that didn’t matter. They could fly for hours using gems without tiring, thus outlasting any pegasus, they could fire high yield spells in seconds, that a trained mage could take a minute to charge. Best of all, they were still improving the technology, and to this day, no other country had been able to replicate it. Most didn’t even know about it.
Secret Weapons projects are great.
“These things are still itchy, though,” She complained aggressivity rubbing the spot where her horn touched her head.
“Let me take care of that for you, ma’am.” Zeppelin offered, much to Titania’s relief, her second in command had magic hooves as far as she was concerned. Massaging her scalp and back with just the right amount of pressure and care. “Ahh, Zeppelin, I might just have to make you my mistress. I couldn’t stand to lose you to any of those rubes behind us.”
“That would be a great honor, ma’am, but is that even allowed?”
“As soon as Fa… I’m mean the Kaiser and Kaiserin have a child, my claim to the throne is null and void. Not that I want it anyway. I prefer my hair to keep its color before my forties. Frankly, I wish they would hurry up. I grow tired of all the marriage interviews.”
“You didn’t answer my question, ma’am.”
Titania leaned in close to Zeppelin, “I’m the Kaiser’s stepdaughter. I can do as I please in such matters. Besides, well, you are perfect mare material, I remind you I a mare myself. Here’s an idea captain, why don’t we both form a herd with a stallion of good stock? That would make your parents happy, too, no?”
Behind them, the males were getting rowdy.
“There goes the Colonel, taking all the good mares.”
“Yeah, why not think of your trusted subordinates?”
“Does anyone else find it strange the commander only smiles when she’s teasing Captain Zeppelin?”
All eyes looked at the last stallion that spoke, no surprise, it was Bratwurst. “You’re not the sharpest horn, but we all knew that already.”
“That might be better than an overbearing brother, First lieutenant Weisser. You keep scaring off all of Wiess’s suiters. She’ll have to settle for one of us!” This prompted a hearty laugh from the group, save for Weisser, who was red hot mad.
“I’ll die before I let one of you near my little sister!”
“That’s enough!” Barked Titania, all the members of her unit clammed up and waited at attention of her next order. “Despite our enemies’ pitiful resistance, this is still technically a battlefield, let’s clean this up and go back to base.”
Watching her unit finish off the remaining Zebra warriors was as dull to watch as it was to do herself. Really all this low-level fighting was going to dull her edge. Something Titania fretted. She didn’t spend the last few years training her elite Sky Mages only for them to be wasted settling colonial disputes.
Which brought her to her current ire, the Zebras. More specifically, the Amazons. That wild tribe of females has been a thorn in not just Germane’s side, but every nation that planted their flag here. In one aspect, it was admirable how they managed to keep their territory and dominate over the other zebra tribes with their willingness to breed with any powerful thing.
“Unicorn Zebras, Pegasus Zebras, and other strange hybrids. It’s easy to understand how such an open-minded and forward-thinking tribe could gain the upper hoof against their neighbors. It’s also easy to see where their arrogance came from.”
Titania thought it was a tragedy that all the unique Zebra were wasted in a fruitless war. All those years of selective breeding, creating their own style of magic and flight patterns. All of that work swept away because the Amazon chieftess couldn’t comprehend the change in the world.
“In due time, they will see the light of true civilization.”
Spotting an injured Zebra warrior withering on its side, she landed beside her, watching it struggle with a strange fascination.
“If… the plane…walker…where here…all we hold dear…” Were the warrior's last words. She could forgive the lack of rhyming. Bleeding from the head didn’t result in better speech after all.
“Ma’am,” Zeppelin cautiously called out, watching the grassland warily. “It’s dangerous to be on the ground.”
“I’m aware. I just thought I’d make this a little more sporting. By the way, Captain, have you heard of the Plane Walker? Is that some sort of Zebra legend?”
Zeppelin nodded, “Yes, some local was telling me about it. Apparently, centuries ago, the Amazons captured a being that could walk on both the living and death planes. They bred with him, of course, and apparently, the bloodline continues to this day, but it’s scarce.”
“So, these fools are clinging to an ancient legend and using it as a scapegoat for their loss? Pathetic. I think I just lost some respect for them.”
“Actually,” Zeppelin continued, gaining her attention. “There’s another rumor that a Plane Walker was born in the last quarter-century, but she ran away. The reasons unclear, but from the stories, she was a rather free spirit and didn’t take to being bred at the earliest possible age.”
“I can sympathize with that. So does the mare of legend have a name?”
“I think it was Zell, no, Zelec, no, Zecord? Something like that. She was the Cheiftess’s daughter or something.”
“While I doubt the legend itself, it would be interesting to meet this particular Zebra. Who knows, maybe she would be happy to hear we wiped out her tribe.”
“I thought our orders were just to push them back?”
Titania grinned viciously. “And we will, all the way back to their original territory. The age for Empiric Tribes such as this is long over.”
“As you say, ma’am, wait… I’m receiving a transmission!”
“Oh? From base?”
“No, Ma’am, from the homeland! Prance and Hispania have attacked our borders! The Kaiser as issued all units abroad to rush to the defense of the fatherland in whatever way is feasible! He’s even… oh my, he’s specifically given our unit a BLANK CHECK order.”
Titania couldn’t keep the grin off her face. A BLANK CHECK order simply put said, do whatever you think is best, with no oversight, nitpicking, or backlash from the higher-ups. It was her favorite kind of order because it allowed her to do things the General Staff would be too slow or cowardly to do.
“In that case, Captain, we’re returning to base, we have a ship to catch.”
“Roger, all units fall in! We’re returning to base!” Zeppelin ordered over their coms. “Are we heading straight for the frontlines?”
“No, I think we’ll make a detour in Vivar.”
“Vivar? The Hispania capital? What are we going to do there? We can’t take the city by ourselves, Colonel!”
“Relax, Captain,” Titania said calmly. “We’re just going to knock on El Cid’s back door and say hello. It’s proper manners, after all.”
Zeppelin and the other of the 443rd Sky Mages gulped, their commander was leading them into another dangerous and impossible mission.
“Don’t worry,” She tried to assure them. “I’m sure El Cid sent most of their forces east, making the coast is particularly lightly guarded at this stage. If we can get there in a day or less, everything will fall into place.”
“Not all of us have divine blood like you, Commander.”
She snorted, “Divine Blood? What a joke. Keep that crap to yourself, Weisser. If anything, my blood is cursed.”
“But you’re a… never mind. My apologies, Colonel.”
“Good. Now push! We can rest later! Every second we wait, another one of our country ponies dies needlessly!”
“Yes, ma’am!”
Zooming ahead at nearly five hundred miles per hour, the Germanians left the smoking planes int their wake.
On the ground, amidst the smoke and fire, a single Zebra stood. She was a strange Zebra. Her coat was a transparent black with white stripe patterns different from her own kind. The white pattern on her face resembled that of a skull.
Wordlessly this mysterious Zebra dashed THROUGH the flames disappearing into the night. Not a trace of her presence left behind, not even tracks in the dirt.
Her destination lay in the west.