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The Brigadier was holding his saber, ready to lead the way, his men stood at the ready. A dense fog was in the air, obscuring all visibility. No fighter's, but also no Hawks, the bastard death mongers of the sky.

"Prepare, my boys, the creatures of our nightmares are cut off from supplies, logistics and reinforcements!" the Brigadier boomed in the deep trench, "Only once has an enemy of our great motherland, ever drove so deep into the hearts of our beloved home!"

The Brigadier began to peace in front of some of his soldiers. They stood straight and at the ready, their AK 974's equipped with saw bayonets. "Even the Euro-American alliance has failed to capture Moscow! They shall never storm our parliament building, or conquer our majestic Kremlin!"

"Horra!" rang through the trenches, 1 mile long, 15, 000 strong.

"Now, my boys, the time has come!" said the officer, he unsheathed his iron saber. "Death to the Nightmares!"

"Hora!"

"Death to the Heartless!"

"Hora!"

"Death to the American invaders!"

"BOOOOOO!"

And with a reinforcing war cry, the men scaled the metal ladders, the heels of steel clicking on each step, and held their rifles ahead of them, running out with all of there might through the fog of war, hopping in and out and over shell holes.

Suddenly, plasma crackled through the air, and muzzle flashes gave away positions on the field. There were no dog tags collect, no soldiers to carry back, for the Iron brigade fought to the bitter end, last breath, the drop of blood... And always won their battles...

The two lines began to fire their artillery blindly at each other. Shrapnel and explosives don't care what side you're on, they kill, plain and simple.

The charge was slowing, only a few hundred or so meters to go...

"We shall not stop here!" the brigadier shouted from a shell hole. He held his saber up high with his augmented arm. "We must push forward my boys, and bayonet the Yankee tyrants!" Some soldiers had gathered with him, along with bodies raining down, their charred and melted bones and vaporized body fluids.

Slowly, the small group in the hole climbed up and over the lip of the hole and revved their saw bayonets. "Remember how we fought valiantly against theNazi invaders at Stalingrad! Remember how we fought back the tyrants at St. Petersburg! Remember the massacre at Archangel! Today, we repay the Yankee's for the pain and suffering they have caused us over the last two hundred years! To the center we must charge, to break their lines! Fight them in their own trenches! When they turn and run into the blizzard of our glorious Motherland, an open road will lead us back to freedom!" The Brigadier bellowed as he charged up and out of the hole, his small group of soldiers, ready to fight and die for the Union they so love.

"To Freedom!" roared across the battlefield from 3000 others. The rifles and guns opened up on both sides with a renewed vigour. Plasma and bullets arched across the field, chain guns and plasma rifles banged and crackled as one fought to preserve their way of life, the other to defend their life.

The Brigadier pulled out his old Makarov pistol, ancient by all standards but still having stopping power, while 2000 saws revved and screeched, some held high, ready to bear their iron teeth into flesh. Other's kept their gun level and fired wildly at the enemy, some revving their saws sporadically, menacing and haunting, the sound, even to the Nightmares.

Beast from the West snarled, hissed and roared as the Iron Sabers neared their line. They mowed down scores of comrades, but no matter, as the dead had fulfilled their duty. It was time for the living to fulfill theirs.

The Sabers jumped down and slammed into the Beasts, burrowing their saws into chests and arms and necks. Blood sprayed everywhere as steel ripped through flesh and splintered bones. Cries of agony where cut short as heads fell from shoulders and cadavers slumped to the ground.

"The only good Yankee is a dead Yankee!" screamed the Brigadier as he hacked and slashed his way into the nightmarish trench. Countless where disembowelled and limbs sawed off as the Clunkers fought desperately in the confines of the Earth.

The Brigadier hacked away at a German Shepard that was beneath him, blood spewed everywhere when a major vessel was slit, and flesh flew as he bore down on this freak of nature. He pulled back his saber, throat and flesh shredded, and put a round between its eyes.

He then heard a growl, low and deep, and raised his pistol to see a huge, 8 foot, 400 pound Bear charging at him. Quickly, The Brigadier aimed his pistol and put 5 shots in the Bear's gut, which buckled over in agony and shrieked. Blood poured from his wounds and the mass slumped over, twitching in pain.

With a sinister grin, the Brigadier turned, only to see a Lion charge him, bayonet fixed to a smoking red barrel. The Brigadier parried the blade at the last second, to which the Lion brought his fist up and smashed it against the Brigadier's jaw. Enraged to have been touched by an abomination, the Brigadier let go of his pistol and returned with a right hook to the snout. The Lion let out a whine and stumbled back, to which the Brigadier took advantage off. He sliced across the Lion's abdomen, his innards trailing to the ground.

The Brigadier reveled in delight as he watched the Spark fade from this monstrosity's eyes, his last moment being a sudden crisis of faith, fumbling with his entrails to put them back where they belong as blood poured forth. As a last form of torment, the Brigadier caught some of the Lion's organs with the teeth of his saber, and yanked them free. Intestines and the stomach made a wet noise as they landed on the bloodied Earth, the hollow cadaver of the Lion falling right after.

Coming down from his Adrenalin high, his built in shunt refilling, the Brigadier looked about. Bodies lay in pieces and parts, friend and foe alike dead and bleed dry in the trench. Gunfire and the clash of blades echoed all about him, his men and those creatures screaming in agony.

He was about to make his way deeper into the trench lines, when a mass hit his legs. He spun about, but saw nothing. Again, something thumped his augmented leg, and he looked to see it was a dog, no bigger than his forearm, trying to bite at his metal appendage. Having only a stripe from front to tail, the Brigadier assumed it was a Natural and, with a building annoyance, shoved the dog aside with his other foot.

The Dog did not let up, growling and making an attempt to sound threatening by making a feeble attempt to bark. It rammed and bit at his metal leg, not at all understanding it could not hurt him.

"Dumb dog, it is better you are dead! You couldn't survive the wilderness and war!" The Brigadier prepared to strike down the mass of fur, opting for a swift decapitation from an underhand swing.

Then, a blade stuck into the dirt, the saber sparking off a barrel. Steam hissed and squealed as a cooling vent ruptured. The Brigadier looked up in surprised to see the face of a young Doe, snarling at him.

"You shall not harm him!"

The Brigadier recoiled in disgust as to have been so close to such an abomination, and brought his saber back up for an overhand attack. The Doe turned her rifle and detached her bayonet, and used the barrel to stop his attack. More steam hissed and spat as her rifle was damaged further.

She pushed back with more force then the Brigadier thought such a lilith frame could possess, and swung the butt end of her rifle to his face. He blocked at the last second with his augmented arm, and swung for her neck. The Doe pulled a backflip, her hooves striking the Brigadier in the chin, who stumbled back and fell to a knee, his augmented jaw having been shoved up into his skull.

The Doe up righted herself, and made for the Brigadier, grabbing her bayonet and made to stab at his temple. He brought his saber up and caught the blade in a notch, then pile drove straight up at her head.

The Doe yelped and was thrown backwards, her bayonet flying out of her hand as she landed hard on her rear. She was dazed and could taste blood in her mouth. The Brigadier calmly walked closer, and she scrambled back, looking for anything to defend herself with. She rolled over and made to crawl when a burning sensation rose fast up from her tight to her torso, followed by a million needle being jabbed into her bone.

She cried and screamed in agony no being should be able to stay conscious through. The Brigadier slowly pulled back his saber, grinding into her bone marrow. She screamed at a level she never knew was possible for her species. She fought back futilely at the coming blackness, her vision blurred and her leg now numb.

The Brigadier slowly walked to her, and placed the tip of his saber to her neck. "Filthy whore of an abomination! You should have never left the forest, Bambie!" He rose his blade up, savouring once more the taste of Death.

The Doe only hoped he would cut straight through. Through her blurred and muddled vision, she saw a mass of fur with something glinting beside it. Was her beloved dead too and coming to fetch her home? She whined softly as she lamented the thought he wouldn't Live his Life either.

The saber never came down, instead, the Brigadier howled and fell to his knee, his tendon cut and loosing blood. She managed to twist herself around enough to see him hack and slash futilely at her most beloved, who cut and sliced at his fleshy parts. "Die!... Flith- Traitor!... Crimes of... Abomination!... DIE!

She could barely her a word he was screaming. Her most beloved continuously dodged and slashed at him, and grappled to her fleshy arm, dragged the tipoff the bayonet to The Brigadier's neck, then whipped around and cut down his back, over his spine.

The Brigadier howled in pain, feeling the bayonet scrapping each vertebra. As a final insult to all he believed, the Dog rammed the bayonet into the Brigadier's thigh, with enough force to lodge it against the femur. The Brigadier gripped his leg and cursed the mutt for such a humiliation.

"Why?! Why would that thing fight for such monstrosities! Can it not see you are a freak of Nature?!"

The Dog padded up to the Doe, whining and nuzzling up to her. She draped an arm over him and struggled to speak. "Because... He raised me... after you... bastereds killed... my family!..." She slumped to her side and struggled to breathe as her heart beat faster to pump blood to her dead leg. "I joined for... vengeance... and I've had it... for 23 years... You are the freaks... You'll never know... this Love we have... May Darwin... forgive you... because... I... don't..."

For the first time in her Life, she saw something in the Clunker's eyes, a disparity at the realization of something that shook his faith in the God of All Machines to its very core.

Then she saw his head explode in a flash of red and orange.

For a moment, she reveled in the thought of her company being the only ones to have defeated the Iron Sabers Brigade. For a moment, she remembered her family's faces, their smiles and their tears. She remembered home, the green plains and dark forests. She... She...

"I love you...", she whispered softly, and licked her most beloved companion softly on the nose, her muzzle to him, inhaling his scent deeply, before taking her last breath. The glimmer of talons her guiding lights to that Place that is not a Place...