Meanwhile at the Storm household...

Mise and Shard were currently in the family garden, discussing recent events mainly the ones involving him and Octavia’s skirmish the other night and the subsequent results of it. Just as Shard had requested, the house was cleared of people to give the pair and their soon to be arriving guests some privacy and space from the outside.

“So yeah, this is going to be quite an interesting next few days.” Mise said as he took a sip of his tea that Rayleigh had made him and Shard.

“That’s putting it rather lightly, need I remind you I just bludgeoned about 10 of our friends with a shovel to prevent them literally ripping you a new ass hole because of all of this.” Shard said sassingly.

Mise rolled his eyes and ran his fingers through his hair “Yes, yes, I get it. I just want to put all of this behind me and move on with my life.” Mise said as the doorbell rang, almost as if on cue.

“That’s either some dumbass door salesman or it's Roden, Artemis, and Octavia.” Shard said as he got up and went to answer the door.

Outside Roden and Artemis had just pulled up in their cars and were covering Octavia with a blanket to hide her from prying eyes. While they might not see completely eye to eye, they agreed to put their differences aside for Octavia’s sake.

Shard quickly opened the door and hurried the group inside before anyone could see them as he closed and locked the door behind them.

“Where is he?” Octavia said calmly, tiredness and anticipation in her eyes.

“He’s outside in the garden, i’ll take you to him and you two can talk alone.” Shard said as Octavia nodded and smiled softly as she followed Shard outside.

Artemis and Roden took seats in the den as they sat in awkward silence until Roden broke the silence “Arrow? Can I ask you a question?”

Artemis looked up at Roden “Uh, sure, what do you want to ask me?” he asked as Roden took a deep breath and looked at Artemis.

“You don’t like me, do you?” Roden said as Artemis sat silent for a second unsure of how to answer as Roden spoke up again.

“The reason I ask is because I’ve noticed your estrangement, for lack of a better term, towards me and Octavia’s relations. I just want to put it on the table right now that i’m in this for the same reason you are. We’re both here because we’re the closest people to Octavia other than her own blood family and Mise.” Roden said as Artemis sighed and slumped a bit in his chair but soon sait straight up.

“Fine, you got me. I’m not the fondest of you, but to be fair I’ve always had that attitude towards anyone that I wasn’t associated with and who also tried getting close to Tavi or Vinyl. Call it brotherly instincts, call it over protection, call it what you may but it’s not going to go away just because you can see through my veil.” Artemis said as Roden shook his head

“Well i’m glad we managed find ourselves on the same page at last but im not asking you to get rid of but rather lower it for me. Because as tough as this pill may be to swallow, the fact still remains that we are equal in the eyes of Octavia and senseless fighting like this will accomplish nothing but just us getting in each other’s way.” Roden said as Artemis nodded and reluctantly extended his hand to Roden.

“Well in that case, let’s bury the figurative hatchet and try and put our differences aside. Besides if Tavi found out about this, she’d knock both our heads.” Artemis said chuckling as Roden cracked a small, subtle, smile and shook Artemis’s hand in agreement.

Over with Mise and Octavia, the pair were in the depths of talking things out.

“And that’s what happened, nothing more, nothing less. I honestly never meant to cause any of this, Octy.” Mise said as took a sip of his tea.

“Well be that as it may, there’s still a lot we have to work out in our relationship apparently. Clearly we should have talked more and got to know more about each other.” Octavia said as she sighed.

“I agree, but all relationships have hiccups like this. We just need to work on communication better. So let’s start now, from this point on, we promise to be more open with each other about the things we’re feeling.” Mise said as Octavia stood up calmly.

“Mise, I think I need some time to reevaluate our relationship. I mean, you’re a great guy and all but what’s happened recently has left me wondering. I’m not breaking up with you and we’re not taking a break but our relationship isn’t going to go any further we’re staying at the level we're at right now.”

Before Mise could say anything his phone began to ring, he picked it up and saw it was an unknown number but decided to answer it anyway.

“Hello? Who is this and how did you get my number?” Mise said as a familiar voice came through on the other end.

“Well hello to you too, Mr. Place. And i’m sure by now you know exactly who I am.” the voice said as Mise pinched the bridge of his nose

“What do you want, Cinch? I don’t have time your crap.” Mise said.

“Regardless, I have a proposition for you, one that I think you’ll find hard to refuse. Meet me in my office at Crystal Prep between 11:30am and 12pm, Monday.” Cinch said as she hung up before Mise could rebuttal.

Mise stared at his phone, and back at Octavia who was looking around the garden at the various flora.

“This better be worth it, or there’s going to be hell to pay…” he said as he pocketed his phone

Timeskip: Monday, 11:30am, Crystal Prep

Mise pulled up to Crystal Prep as per the request from Principal Cinch. As much as he despised Crystal Prep and everything it stood for, there were a few things, or people, he did like. So he put his difference to the side and decided to see what Principal Cinch wanted to talk about.

“That old hag is lucky I’m a man of diplomacy now, now let’s just get his fucking crap over with…” he said as he rolled through the gate and parked the tank in front of the doors and climbed out.

He quickly took a swig of his whiskey and opened the doors. “Ugh, i’m regretting this already...but at least there's none of the shit-lords prancing around.” Mise said to himself looking around the empty hallways.

He continued walking through halls, trying to find Office as he heard footsteps behind him “Hey! You there! You don’t look like a Crystal Prep student, who are you and what are you doing here?”

Mise turned around and saw a girl roughly Octavia’s age, wearing a Crystal Prep uniform and a noticeable arm band with the words ‘Hall Monitor’ written on it.

“Oh joy, I swear if assholes could fly this place would be an airport….” Mise said in a highly uninterested tone.

“Hey! If you don’t answer my questions, I’m calling security to escort you to Principal Cinch and have her deal with you.” the girl said grabbing her walkie-talkie, becoming fed-up with Mise’s non-cooperation.

“Save your breath, you’ll need it when you blow all of the sports team member’s dicks.” Mise said as he crossed his arms and rolled his eyes, causing the girl’s eyes to go bloodshot with anger.

“Security! We got A-23 in the west wing, Section B.” the girl said as Mise rolled his eyes again and started walked away as the girl ran after him and tried to restrain him against a locker

“Bitch, i’m going to give 2 seconds to let go of me before I bend you into a pretzel, now i’m not in a good mood today nor am I someone to trifle with.” Mise warned as she pressed his face against a locker.

“Not gonna happen punk, you’re going to straight to Principal Cinch.” she said as Mise shrugged and easily muscled his way out of her grip and swapped positions, with him holding her arms behind her back

“I tried to warn ya sugar-tits, never cross an Irish-man, especially this Irish-man.” Mise said as a group of security guards quickly surrounded the pair

“Sir, let go of that student or we’ll be forced to subdue you.” one of the guards said as Mise turned around, still holding the girl.

He looked at the guards and back at the girl “Fine, but only if you take me directly Principal Cinch. I’m a person of importance to her and doubt she’d be pleased if I was drooling on myself when arrived at her office.” Mise said as the guard nodded.

“That was our plan, now hand over the girl and we’ll escort you to your meeting.” the guard said in a civil manner.

Mise nodded and let go of the girl, as she turned around and delivered a point-blank haymaker to Mise’s jaw “you better hope we don’t meet again, you jackass.” the girl said as she stormed off.

Mise rubbed his jaw and shrugged “I’ve seen better from a wet noodle. Anyway, to Cinch my good man.” Mise said as the man grabbed Mise’s arm and forcibly escorted him to Cinch’s office.

Inside her office, Principal Cinch was looking over some papers, with Dean Cadence and Shining armor talking to the Shadow 5 off to the side. Suddenly there was a knock at the door as everyone except Cinch looked in the direction of the door.

“Come in…” Cinch said in a flat tone, not taking her eyes off her papers.

The opened up to reveal the guard throwing Mise into the office “Principal Cinch, this guy says he has a meeting with you. Found him wandering the halls and getting into it with Upper Crust.” the guard said as crossed his arms

“Oh...so that’s what that bitch’s name is...I’ll have to remember that. Anyway, what the hell do you need to talk to me about?” Mise said as the guard left and closed the door.

“Language, Mr. Place….” Cinch said in a stern tone as the rest of the group joined Cinch by her desk. Mise shook his head sassily as he sat down.

“English...and you didn’t even have to press 1 to hear it. Now let’s cut the shit and get to business. My time is one of the few things I don’t just give away.” Mise said matching her tone.

Cinch smirked wickedly at his attitude “As you wish. As I’m sure you’re aware, the Friendship Games are approaching, and with Twilight gone, we need a replacement for her. That’s, where you come in…” Cinch said as Mise scoffed and the Shadow 5 began to murmur amongst themselves

“Look lady, I ain’t interested in participating in the Friendship Games. And in case you forgot, I go to CHS. Therefore, I’m pretty sure I’m not qualified to compete for you even if I wanted to.” Mise said as Cinch’s crooked smile grew as she slid forward a paper

“Interesting you should say that, because nowhere in any of these official documents does it mention restriction on age, gender, race, or school of enrollment. Therefore you will compete for Crystal or else…” Cinch threatened as Mise because a bit suspicious.

“Whatever you say ya old prune it ain’t happening, and just for shits and giggles, what is the ‘or else’ part? What are you gonna do? Expel me? I don’t even go here, I got enough money to last 10 generations, and connections out my ass.” Mise said as he pulled out his flask and started to take a sip of it.

“I’m not stupid...Commander…” Cinch said as Mise’s eyes shot open and he nearly choked his drink.

This caught the immediate of everyone except Indigo since she already knew of Mise’s past. All eyes were on Cinch and Mise.

“W-What the hell did you just call me?” Mise said trying to regain his composure.

“I know all about your involvement with the IRA and your leadership of it….and, what lead you to join them…” Cinch said as Mise’s blood went from running cold to starting to rapidly heat up.

“Tread carefully, that’s all I have to say…” Mise said in a low dark tone, his grip tightening on his flask, sending chills down the group’s spines as Cinch was still unmoved.

“That’s right, I know all about how your younger brother and sister were killed that fateful day...which brings me to answer your question regarding the ‘or else’. If you don’t comply with my demands and compete in the Friendship Games. I’ll have them exhumed and held for ransom until you do and if you wait too long, I’ll continue holding them until you do compete regardless of how many years pass.” Cinch said as the group gasped in horror.

They knew Cinch was wicked and ruthless when it came to getting what she wanted, but never did they think she’d ever stoop this low and evil to accomplish that.

Mise on the other hand, crushed his flask with his bare hand like an aluminium can, his whole body trembling violently in anger and rage. His breathing was extremely heavy and fast paced as he stood up slowly and steadily.

“Excuse me for a minute, I need to make a couple phone calls.” Mise said as he quickly kicked open Cinch’s door, nearly ripping it out of the wall as he disappeared down the hall.

“Security! After him! Do not let him leave this campus!” Cinch ordered angrily.

Mise continued booking it down the hall as he tried to outrun the security security guards who were hot on his trail.

‘She dare use my brother and sister against me like that, i’ll show her what I think of her bullshit!’ Mise said in his head as he quickly ran through the lobby and out the front door. He swiftly climbed into his tank, his adrenaline pumping rapidly.

He quickly got into the driver’s seat and rotated the tank to the point where it was facing the front of the school. By now the security guards were locking down the entire campus, with the police and other officials on the phone.

“You want to play with gasoline and matches?! Well prepare to fry!!” Mise said as he quickly loaded the main gun with an explosive round and locked the shell into the chamber as he placed his hand on the gun grip, squeezing the trigger and blowing a massive hole in the front of Crystal Prep.

The explosion shook the whole school as the student body flooded out of their classes in a massive panic. The lobby was filled with smoke and debris as students started filing into it seeing the destruction as the hysteria grew.

Principal Cinch ran out and saw what happened and immediately dialed her phone “yes, it's Abacus. We have a Code Mise, I repeat Code Mise! This is not a drill!” Cinch said as she shoved her way through the crowd of students just as the still smoking barrel of Mise’s tank poked through the smoke cloud along with the rest of his tank.

He soon rolled his entire tank into the middle of the school as he popped out of the top hatch with a malevolent, devilish look on his face.

“I tried to warn you, you fucking bitch! I tried to fucking warn you not to fucking cross me! You and that fucking god damn reputation of yours has really done you in. You may have bullied everyone else in this school and town to conform to your ways, but you were never going to accomplish that with me!” Mise said as he remotely inched the tank closer to the crowd.

“SURRENDER YOURSELF IMMEDIATELY!! I already have a group of special people very eager to see you!” Cinch said, the veins in her neck and head bulging, almost on the verge of rupturing.

“Why in the blue flying shit fuck should I do that!?!? YOU JUST THREATENED TO EXHUME MY DEAD SIBLINGS AND HOLD THEIR BODIES FOR RANSOM!!!! I used to say that the British soldiers who killed my younger sibling those 15 years ago would shame all the devils in hell, but now I know that YOU top even them!!” Mise said as the crowd gasped in shock and horror, horrified and disgusted that Cinch would even consider such a thing.

“Silence! I will not have this kind of insolence continue any longer! You are ordered to leave this building or face the consequences! Do I make myself clear?!” Cinch yelled, her blood boiling even more than before.

Mise was standing in her way of total domination, getting her way, and most of all, coming out on top in a situation she was clearly responsible for causing and it was going right up her ass and sending her up the wall.

Mise on the other hand was taking full advantage of the situation.

“Oh yeah? You and what army? Even if you do have the, and I’m presuming this is the case, national guard on it's way, that still doesn’t take away from the fact that i’m in full control of a 25 ton war machine fully stocked with ammunition! SO EAT SHIT YOU OLD UGLY FUCK!!” Mise said as he pulled out a remote and started advancing faster towards cinch as the crowd scattered in every direction.

Cinch stared in shock and horror as the massive vehicle rapidly approached towards her. Just as she was about to get crushed like a human pancake, she was tackled to the ground by Shining armor. The two rolled across the floor as Mise rolled past them, continuing his destructive rampage.

Mise then flipped on his speakers and slowed down his tank to almost a halt

“Attention students and faculty of Crystal Prep Academy!! If you value your lives and bodily well being leave no while you have the chance! This is between me and Principal Cinch! Anyone caught trying to stop me or help her with be shot on the spot!” Mise said as the entire building was emptied of people.

Before Cinch or Mise could make their next move, the distinct sound of helicopters flying over head, armored cars racing down the street, police sirens roaring filled the air as Cinch smiled wickedly.

Mise knew his time had come and his fate was sealed, so in a last ditch manuever he quickly grabbed his phone and dialed a number.

“Hey Mise! S’craic” Jameson said on the other line as Mise wasted zero time in silencing him.

“Cut it Lieutenant, I want my village on lockdown. Deploy 1000 armed soldiers to enforce it. Set up checkpoints and car searches 5 miles in every direction. No questions. Uisce and Tara’s bodies are under threat. Tell the villagers they can come and go but the entire place is off-limits to outsiders until further notice.” Mise said as Jameson nodded

“Yes sir, I’ll send out the orders effective immediately.” he said as he hung up.

And just as Mise put his phone in his pocket, he turned around to see the entire Canterlot Guard surrounding the school with choppers circling overhead and armed gunmen taking up positions from all points.

“Colonel Mise En Place, this is the Chief of the Canterlot Guard, surrender yourself and your tank peacefully or we will be required to use deadly force.” the chief said through a megaphone.

Mise saw the sheer force he was facing and knew he could not win. Not only was his beef with Cinch, these men were just doing there job and have yet to wrong him in anyway. He reluctantly pulled out a white cloth and tied to the barrel of his tank as a sign of informal surrender.

He then grabbed the remote and drove the tank out of the school. He stopped mere feet from the gate as he climbed out of the turret his hands in the air, officially giving himself up.

The second he stepped on the ground, he was swarmed by a group of heavily armored police officers who slammed him to the ground, slapping cuffs on his wrists and ankles, and escorting him to an armored Police car while reading him his rights.

Unbeknownst to Mise, the whole incident was being broadcast live on city-wide breaking news.

“And now we have word that the suspect, leader of the Irish Republican Army, Colonel Mise En Place has officially surrendered himself to authorities and has been arrested. He is currently on his way to be documented and run through the system.” the news anchor said as Octavia, Artemis, Vinyl, Shard, and Roden stared at the television with mouths ajar, sporting looks of shock, disbelief, anger, and many more emotions and thoughts running through their heads.

“If and when he comes back, we’re going to hospitalize his ass…” Artemis said as the group nodded in unison. Across the city of Canterlot, scores of people watched the same events, many of whom knew Mise personally.

It wasn’t very long before word spread to social-media and from there it spread like wildfire, taking the headlines by storm. Granted, much of the people reading the articles knew not of Mise, the IRA, or the struggle both were fighting for. But nonetheless, it didn’t take long for sides to start forming, those condemning Mise’s action at CPA and his involvement in the IRA and those who sympathized with him and supported him and his history.

Timeskip: 1 week later, United Nations Military Tribunal…

The media frenzy surrounding Mise, his actions at CPA, and his involvement in the IRA was still going strong as Mise was sitting down at a table in his holding cell writing on several pieces of paper.

“And with this pen, I hereby encase my legacy and reasoning onto paper, for all those who read this know why. Whether it be condemned and burned or immortalized and praised is the decision of future generations.” Mise said as he pulled out a highly decorated pen, filled with an ominous dark red liquid, and signed his named on the last piece of paper.

He placed the papers in briefcase and got himself dressed into old IRA uniform. He was about to face a international military tribunal and tried for not only his actions across Canterlot but across Ireland and his crimes involving the IRA. when he was finished preparing himself, he signaled the guards to take him to the courtroom.

The guards eventually came once the courtroom was set up and ready for use. They placed cuffs on Mise and led him out of his cell and down a long stretch of hallway. His heart was beating out of his chest, needless to say he was very anxious but he knew this day would come eventually.

Mise managed to stay rather calm, as he got closer and closer to the courtroom doors. Soon enough they reached the outside of the courtroom. He was swarmed with TV cameras and microphones from eager reporters.

“Colonel! Colonel! Over here! What do you have to say about your participation in the terrorist group the world calls the IRA?” one reporter asked as they waited for the doors to open.

“Terrorist is filthy, derogatory term and just for that you can eat shit, we are freedom fighters. Fighting for our freedom from the real terrorists, I simply tried to end 850 years of oppression and innocent bloodshed at the hands of the British government. If fighting and trying to forcably take back what rightfully belongs to my people and my people alone makes me a terrorist then so be it.” Mise said with a dead yet determined look in his eye as the doors opened and he was lead inside.

The speaker of the house stood up, along with the rest of courtroom’s members consisting of heads of state, military officials, and other dignitaries. Mise was led to a small podium at the center of the floor, directly in front of the stand.

“The trial of Colonel Mise en Place is now in session, please take your seats.” one of the judges said as the main judge took his seat at the center of the stand.

“Colonel Mise, you are here today to face the United Nations military tribunal. You are charged 3000 counts of murder in the 1st and 2nd degree including but not limited to conspiracy and in accessory to commit said murders, 50,000 counts of assault with intent kill and with a deadly weapon as well as conspiracy and in accessory to commit said assaults, crimes against humanity and the people of Northern Ireland, the Republic of Ireland, the United Kingdom, Germany, the Netherlands and the United States, joining and partaking in illegal activities with a known terrorist and paramilitary group, smuggling of arms and ammunition across international waters, and lastly breaking several international peace-treaties and subsequently re-arming a forcibly decommissioned paramilitary group. How do you plead to these charges?” the speaker announced as Mise remained calm, and took off his glasses and pulled down his scarf.

“Guilty your honor.” Mise said simply as the judge nodded and proceeded with the case.

Timeskip: 6 hours…

The trial had been going on for quite a while with Mise being questioned on the witness stand, cross examinations, presenting of evidence, questioning of witnesses, and various deliberations. Finally the court session seemed to be drawing to a close as the last testimony had been given as Mise quickly spoke up.

“Your honor, before you and rest of the court retire to your chambers to make your decision, I have prepared a small speech, that I would like to present to the court.” Mise said as the judge and speaker whispered to each other and soon broke their huddle and turned back to Mise.

“The court will allow your speech, you may approach the bench.” the judge said as Mise walked up to the main podium with armed guards on both sides of him. He pulled out the papers he was writing on back in his holding cell. He cleared his throat and tapped the mic.

“To subvert the tyranny of our execrable government, to break the connection with England, the never-failing source of all our political evils and to assert the independence of my country- these were my objectives.”

“To unite the whole people of Ireland, to abolish the memory of all past dissensions, and to substitute the common name of Irishman in place of the denominations of Protestant, Catholic and Dissenter - these were my means.” Mise said as a thick silence befell the room. Those who saw this case as clear cut, sat silent, fixated on what Mise was saying.

“Let no man write my epitaph; for as no man who knows my motives dares not vindicate them, let no prejudice or ignorance asperse them... When my country takes her place among the nations of the earth, then, and not till then, let my epitaph be written.” Mise continued on, the passion in his voice growing steadily as the chamber was almost entranced by the thing mise was spilling forth.

“The British government has no right in Ireland, never had any right in Ireland, never can have any right in Ireland They think they have pacified Ireland. They think that they have purchased half of us and intimidated the other half. They think they have foreseen everything, think that they provided against everything; but the fools, the fools, the fools! - they have left us our Fenian dead, and while Ireland holds these graves, Ireland unfree shall never be at peace.” Mise continued as his speech began to turn into a passion filled tirade, capturing the undivided attention of every person the chamber as well everyone watching the hearing live.

“Ireland that has wronged no man, that has injured no land, that has sought no dominion over others. Ireland is treated today among other nations of the world as if she was a convicted criminal. If it be treason to fight against such an unnatural fate as this, then I am proud to be a rebel and shall cling to my rebellion with the last drop of my blood.” Mise ranted on as beads of sweat started to take formation on his head, his hand clenching one side of the podium while the other waved wildly in the air

“Self government is our right, a thing born to us at birth a thing no more to be doled out to us by another people then the right to life itself then the right to feel the sun or smell the flowers or to love our kind. We seem to have lost. We have not lost. To refuse to fight would have been to lose; to fight is to win. We have kept faith with the past, and handed on a tradition to the future.

“You cannot conquer Ireland. You cannot extinguish the Irish passion for freedom. If our deed has not been sufficient to win freedom, then our children will win by a better deed.” Mise raved on as his voice roared with deeply burning passion as some of the chamber members’ mouths were slightly ajar

“As well might you leave the fairies to plough your land or the idle winds to sow it, as sit down and wait for freedom. The principle I state, and mean to stand on is this, that the ownership of Ireland, moral and material, up to the sun and down to the centre is vested in the people of Ireland. I want no mercy -I'll have no mercy!

“I'll die as many thousands have died, for the sake of their beloved land and in defence of it. I will die proudly and triumphantly, in defence of republican principles and the liberty of an oppressed people.” Mise roared as beads of sweat rolled down his face, goosebumps covered his skin and his breathing was heavy, there was a heavy silence that seemed to engulf not only chamber but as well as every viewing station as the event was televised live.

Author's Notes:

Hey everyone! thanks for sticking with me through the hiatus! means a lot, anyway that's all for now!

Shard and Roden belong to PyraFlare
Artemis belongs to CosmicAlchemist