After the rebellion forces and myself scavenged what we could from the dead bodies, ten including my two kills, we began to make our way to their base, if I had to guess, Fleur leading, with me directly behind.

"So, Fleur," I said, "I assume you are the leader of the group?"

"Yes, I am," she said. "Mostly because I've seen a lot more then the others in the group."

"Like what, if I may ask?" I said. Best to know who I'm dealing with, after all.

"The fall of the princesses and the Elements of Harmony," she said. It happened just as I fled Canterlot. The Caribou, those bastards, attacked too quickly for anypony there to prepare, and they were all collared within an hour."

"Collared," I asked. "I know of the concept, my world has that kind of stuff, but why would all of them be collared?"

"A sort of caste system," Moondancer said. "Black collars are those who resisted then, and still are, though, of the few recons and raids we've done, we've seen only one or two total. Red's the most common. Those are the ones who willingly gave in for some reason or another. One of the Elements, Princess Twilight Sparkle, and the other Princesses gave in, hoping to save the rest of us from the Caribou. Purple collard, though, are the worst. They've been completely and utterly broken. No name, no will, no identity. Bat shit crazy." She sighed. "My mom, last I saw her when I pulled recon duty a month back, was like that. I tried to get her out, but, but," she began to tear up, "she didn't even know me."

"And almost no mares we know of that could weaken the Caribou's image are black collared," Fleur said. "There is one, but she's in Manehattan, which is one of the most Caribou occupied cities."

"You all've been through tartarus, haven't you?" I asked, to which every mare nodded. "Then we'll have to bring it to the Caribou," I said.

"How?" a mare asked. "They have more troops, better gear, and would use our own people against us."

I chuckled. "A little something called The art of war," I said, with the book being, for those who didn't know, practically the manual on warfare. "I will explain when we get to your base. But until then, would the two of you," I said to Moondancer and Fleur, "mind filling me in on important details?"

"Only if you answer a question of mine," Moondancer said. "What exactly was your rank in your home, because I'm sure you're from a military."

"The rank I held was that of Valus, what I believe you would call a general, and if you wish me to help you, you will give me the respect that position demands," I said in an emotionless tone. "Is that satisfactory enough?"

"I guess," Moondancer said. "One thing I guess you should know is that only changelings are able to perform magic. Unicorns, like Fleur and I, were able to once, but the bastards cut off our horns, or we had to cut them off in order to sneak in to cities."

"More for them to pay for, then," I said as we continued moving. "What else?"

"Some mares have been able to stay free," Fleur said, "but only if they had a large position in a company, such as CEO or, in publishing cases, authors and editors. A friend of mine is in that circumstance, but she lives in Canterlot, the most defended city."

"Noted. But what of how the rebellion is going?"

"Where we were a month ago, which is where we were when it all started: Not doing anything. We either retreat from a battle because of too many casualties, or take someplace, and lose it a week later," Moondancer said. "The only difference is we have a little over a hundred troops, when we started with a thousand."

"i will have to change that, then," I said just as a peculiar sound reached my ears. "Is that crying?" I asked, causing the others to stop.

"I think so," one of the male changelings asked. He pointed to a nearby bush. "Over there."

"I'll check it out," I said, walking over. I reached it and pushed the bushes aside. What I saw, I did not expect. Two baby Caribou, or what ever the term is.

"Kill them," I heard from behind, and I turned around, and grabbed a mare by her waist and lifted her up. "Let me go," the mare said.

Under my helmet, I glared at her. "Why? So you can kill two children that are to young to have taken part in any hostilities against you or your kind. If so, then you are no better than those you wish to defeat." I threw the mare to the ground. "How would you fell if dome random pony, or what ever race, decided to do that to a foal or filly that age," I asked her, pointing to the two children. "You would fell as if they were a monster for taking a young life that has done nothing to you or your kind. So don't be a damned hypocrite. If you want my help, we are to take them back to your base, and you are to raise these two as if they were your own. Or do you want to lose this war and become a slave?"

The mare just scoffed. "How do we even know you'll be able to help us, huh?"

"Silver. . ." Moondancer said, trying to stop the mare. "Stop it."

"No," I said, holding up my hand. "She is right. You have no proof that I could help you. Except the fact I have tactics the Caribou do not know of and can not counter, and was able to kill two of them with out getting hit, where as you lose how many limbs trying to do that?"

"He's right, Silver," a changeling said. "I say we at least give him a chance. He could have just left or killed the lot of us."

"Fine," Silver said. "But I'm not taking care of those two."

"Then I will," Moondancer said. "Much as I hate the Caribou, these two are still jut babies."

"I thank you, Moondancer," I said with a small bow. I then turned to Fleur. "Fleur, there is only one piece of information I am missing right now, and that would be who the leaders are, both of the Caribou and the rebellion."

"The Caribou king is named Dainn," Fleur said. "The rebellion leader would be Queen Chrysalis."

Well, talk about an interesting development. "Thank you," I said. Now I have an idea as to who I'll be dealing with. As Moondancer picked up the two infant Caribou, which did actually make them stop crying, we continued on our way to their base.