Decanus Caldus leaned back in his chair, trying not to doze off in the night. His contubernium had been assigned to guard the salt mines due to the recent activity of the Masked Men and Green People. Prince Zorzal himself had ordered the mines be given extra security, probably due to the presence of slaves who were brought from across the gate. So far though, Caldus hadn't seen any Otherworlders approach the mines.

Another useless task, waiting for something that'll never come. Who did I piss off to deserve this?

Caldus stretched as he looked around at his room. It was dull and hardly decorated, perfect for a soldier. He rubbed his eyes, continuing the effort not to fall asleep.

The stench of the slave barracks permeated all around the mines. Sweat, unwashed bodies, and decaying corpses all mixed together to form an utterly revolting smell. Caldus could see why they were located outside the city walls rather than inside.

Not that the city was much better. Sadera was the largest city on Falmart, but that also meant in stunk worse that a skunk's ass in your nose. Shit and piss were all over the streets, especially near Akusho. Disgusting place, Caldus wished he'd been assigned somewhere cleaner.

One of his men, Magnus, entered his room. "Staying awake just fine, Decanus?"

Caldus groaned. "The stench helps with that."

"Maybe we should give the slaves baths then." He suggested.

The two men looked at each other for a second before they both snorted in amusement. "Perhaps we should wash the pigs as well."

"The pigs would probably appreciate it more." Marcus said grinning.

"Mhmm…." Caldus yawned. "How are the Otherworlders doing? They still alive?"

Marcus nodded. "Sadly they are, tough little bastards. They keep complaining though, never stop doing that."

"Perhaps we should beat them more often then." Caldus mused.

"Good idea, sir. I'll get the men on it in the morning."

"Speaking of our men, how ar-."

The conversation was suddenly interrupted by a sharp deafening noise. Both Caldus and Marcus looked around for its source.

"What was that?!" Caldus questioned, looking all around him for the source of the noise.

"I think it came from the guard barracks!" Marcus shouted back. "Stay here, I'll check it out!" The man drew his sword and ran through the door, leaving Caldus alone in the building.

Several seconds passed in silence. He looked out the window in his room, but the darkness obscured everything. Marcus was gone from sight. Caldus felt his heart rate increasing as the seconds went by.

"Vrag sprava!" A shout in some foreign tongue came from the outside.

Caldus looked towards the voice, but couldn't see anything in the darkness. An odd cracking noise soon followed the voice's command. One of his men screamed out in pain but was quickly silenced.

"Vse chisto!" Caldus heard the voice again.

There was movement outside the building he was in, but the darkness kept it concealed. Drawing his sword, Caldus prepared for was what coming.

"Brasayu granatu!"

Through the window, Caldus could see a flash light up one of the buildings, followed by an ear piercing bang. Several more cracking noises sounded out. His breathing quickened and his hands began to shake.

"Vse chisto!"

Caldus could hear movement outside his door. He tightened his grip on his sword, ready to cut down anyone who came through it.

The door opened, something was tossed into the room, the door was shut. Caldus kept his sword pointed towards the door as he slowly walked over to investigate what had just come through the door. It looked like some so-.

Caldus' eyes burned with pain. His ears rang so loudly he couldn't hear what was happening. All of his senses were completely disorientated.

He stumbled around the room, trying to find somewhere to sit down. Caldus' vision gradually returned to him, only to see a man with a mask pointing some sort of staff at him.

Caldus opened his mouth to speak. His body hit the floor half a second later.

Taras loaded a fresh magazine into his rifle. The small group of guards that had been protecting the mines were all dead, his team had made sure of that. Now they just needed to free the slaves.

Approaching the slave barracks, he nodded for the other operatives to take up their positions. They stacked the door on either side while Taras approached it from the front. With a swift kick, he burst open the door, allowing for his team to stream into the room.

"All clear!" Came the first call.

Taras entered through the door to find about three dozen men cowering in the building. His team looked at him for guidance.

"We're Russian Spetsnaz, here to rescue any captured civilians." He explained to the men.

"T-truly? We can go home?" One of the men asked in Russian.

Taras nodded. "I need all Russian civilians to follow me, you're going home."

About half of the men stood up. They began thanking the operatives profusely and shuffled their way through the door. Taras gestured for Ustin and Slava to guide them out.

One of the Russians suddenly stopped in his tracks. "What about them?" He asked pointing at the remaining slaves. "Where will they go?"

Taras didn't know. When they previously rescued slaves in the city, Mizari would take care of them after the operation. But for this operation, they were already outside of the city walls and a helicopter was coming to extract them immediately. He doubted he could smuggle the Saderan slaves into the city.

"Tell them to gather any supplies they can here, then start heading west." Command wouldn't approve of taking the Saderans with them. But if they managed to make it to Italica, maybe the Japanese would take them in.

The man nodded and began relaying what Taras had said to the Saderans. Standing up one by one, they began to thank him as they walked out of the room.

Taras made sure the last one was out of the room before he exited himself.

Caelia thought her words carefully. Sir Slad looked different from the crime bosses she'd met in Sadera. Unlike those fat thugs, Slad had the appearance of someone honorable and just. Never in a thousand years would Caelia have thought he was a crime boss.

Still, the man was a threat and she knew better than to trust someone based on their appearances. Caelia needed a healer and that was what she was going to get, no matter the cost.

"According to my newfound friends, you're the most powerful boss in all of Dusan. Though the last time I was in Dusan there weren't any crime bosses at all." Caelia decided to try and become friendly with Slad, hoping it would make him more inclined to help her.

"Times have changed, Dusan isn't the city it once was." He replied with a charming grin.

"So have you, I hear. From a knight to a criminal, how did that happen?"

Slad's grin faded. "Temptations led to problems. Those temptations are gone now, but the problems have remained."

"Ah… you see, I have my own problems as of now and I've come here to try and solve them." Caelia transitioned away from Slad's past.

"Interesting…. Please continue, my lady."

Caelia cleared her throat. "I happen to be in grave need of a healer. All of the local ones seem to have gone missing, would you be able to provide one of yours to me?"

Slad rubbed his chin with one hand. "You look perfectly healthy, why do you need a healer?"

"One of my friends is injured." Caelia replied, trying not to give too much information away.

"Is that so…." Sir Slad walked up to Caelia. He paced around her as he spoke. "Normally I would be delighted to help a damsel in distress such as yourself."

Caelia sharply inhaled. She was no damsel, nor was she in distress.

"But I have to ask you something, what will you give me in return for this great service to you?"

Caelia grabbed her coin purse off her belt. "I have gold, I'll pay double the standard rate for a healer."

Sir Slad stopped pacing in front of her. "And here I thought you were of great intelligence." He gestured around the room. "I have plenty of gold, it is no longer of great value to me. I need something else."

"I can provide you with information of the world." Caelia replied with a frown. "I've traveled far and wide across Falmart."

"No, no, no…." Slad shook his head with disappointment. "I have no use for 'information of the world' if I needed a scholar, I'd pay for one. Try again, my lady."

"My services then." Caelia declared. "I've fought for years as a mercenary, I can do so for you."

Sir Slad smiled. "Finally we are getting somewhere!"

Caelia sighed internally. She didn't want to stay for long, Arpeggio didn't have a long time left, but mercenary jobs were time consuming. If Sir Slad decided to string her along, she'd be unable to do anything about it.

"What would you have me do?" She questioned.

The knight rubbed his chin once more, thinking carefully. "I have just a small job, not that difficult. Someone of your experience should be able to handle it very readily."

Caelia was running out of patience. "Get to the point."

"Right, right of course…." Sir Slad took a deep breath in. "Nearby here, a former merchant has decided to abandon his trade. He's trying to become a criminal like me and in doing so, he is undermining my authority."

"You want me to kill him?" She guessed.

Sir Slad face turned to shock. "Kill him? No, no, no…. I want you to scare him."

"And how do I do that?"

"An excellent question!" The knight pretended like he was thinking. "I have an idea! Bring him his sister's head!"

Caelia kept a stoney face, but in reality she was growing more and more disgusted with the knight in front of her. Killing a criminal was one thing, but killing an innocent woman was another.

"Do that and I'll provide for you whatever you need." Slad said smiling. "Do we have a deal?"

Caelia sighed, she didn't really have much of an option. "Fine, I'll do your job."

Tullus slid a Makarov pistol into the holster at his belt. He put on his Saderan armor and strapped his sword to his waist. Breathing in a deep breath, he met up with his militiamen.

The resistance in Rondel were far too troublesome for them to go unchecked any longer. Now that Agent Cheslav was aware of their activities, Tullus needed to crush them as quickly as he could before the Russians decided he wasn't valuable to them anymore.

They'd gathered information that the resistance were gathering in the Research District, away the common people. Tullus planned to eliminate them there.

He would lead the force personally. The militia lacked competent commanders and this operation was too valuable to allow some half-brained fool to mess it up. With around three hundred men, armed with a mixture of firearms and Saderan weaponry, he'd end the resistance.

Tullus looked over his militiamen. They weren't the highest quality of soldiers he'd commanded, but they were the only ones he had. Russian weaponry would have to make up the difference here.

He gave the order to march to his men. They began to head towards the Research District, attracting a great deal of attention from the civilians around them. Their footsteps echoed in the streets as they kept marching.

Tullus still didn't know the real reasons behind such a resistance in Rondel. As far as he was concerned, the city had been thriving under Russian rule. There had to be outside dissenters causing this, it couldn't have started in the city.

Whatever the reason behind it, Tullus was going to crush the resistance regardless. There would be no mercy for traitors.

His force approached the Research District, a large domed building that allowed it to be isolated from the rest of the city. Often times when he was younger, Tullus wished that he could be like the master mages inside. That dream was sadly not possible, but it didn't matter, he had far more power than those old men could ever have.

"Blow open the doors!" He commanded to his men. Tullus wasn't going to end the resistance by being kind, he needed to take every measure necessary.

His militiamen immediately set to work, placing explosive charges on the grand doors into the district. They hooked up detonators then backed away from the doors. Tullus nodded for them to set it off.

The explosion made a deafening boom as it went off. Tullus could see that the doors into the district had been blown clear off its hinges.

"Storm the building! Arrest every mage inside, kill those who resist!" He was going to end the resistance, no matter the cost.

A/N: And that's all the chapters of the 'Little Green Men'. Some of you wanted me to continue where the original author left off and I have already got permission from the OA's friend to do so. However, I have two Gate fanfiction crossovers to work on and, unexpectedly, I have another one coming soon. As always, thank you for supporting this fanfic and see you all. :)

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For'Sleepy: No problem. :)

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crea9587: Thank you for your honest review. :)

Endragora: To be fair, Tullus initially believed that resistance is too weak in Rondel until they acquired the modified weapons and the attack on Bellnahgo checkpoint. He feared that he and his family would killed by Cheslav and the Russians for his carelessness rather than pride as a former imperial soldier, though I agree asking for Russian assistance for this.

Maroon567: They won't give up till they rescued their own people.

Unfortunately, he retired before he even got the chance.

The problem is their leadership, not the people.

Papon777: You mean 'comrades', with an 's'. :)

This would be very tricky should I continue this.

Indeed, he should've.

And this is the final chapter of the 'Little Green Men'.

Arms Dealer: Sadly. :(

Guest: Yes, though it never implied from the rest of the chapters that they acquired old Soviet vehicles from the Russians.

They may have complete control over Rondel, but its has not without problems as you can see in the last few chapters. Probably because the Russians carried few mages from Aquila Hill to Novinka.

Obviously, the Japanese government just ask the Russian government for permission before entering.