The Rebel Leader’s Secret

I felt like taking a break from my other story and writing something different. Hope people like it. Not sure how long this will be though. Also, special thanks to the skilled and talented Kitami who assisted me in the writing process.

Nation of Maraon,

Year 140, Day 85

General Annabelle Hawking shielded her amber eyes from the blinding sun under the shadow of her palm. “Get up, all of you, against the east wall,” she ordered, her smoky voice echoing off the canyon walls. The captives scurried barefooted, past the intimidating General, along rough dirt, debris, and whatever rubble that remained in their ruined village.

Annabelle Hawking was only 24 years old, and stood no taller than 5 foot 2 inches. She had a lean build, obviously athletic, but not overtly muscular. Truthfully, the battle-hardened Serpent Rebel leader looked more like a model than a warrior. Having feminine curves for days which were unobstructed by her lightly armored garb. Her ample bust fought against the stitches of her golden, sleeveless blouse, and her firm, pronounced butt was shaped perfectly under a tight olive miniskirt. Her face impossibly angelic, yet devastatingly sultry, especially her provocatively luscious lips. With skin both rich and tan, but also flawless and delicate. The juxtaposition of her choppy blonde hair tapered around the face, and the stark blackness of her thigh-high, leather, stiletto boots completed this paradox of beauty and war.

Gen. Hawking commanded the respect, love, and fear from her followers, and exuded strength through demeanor and will, never wavering in the face of danger or turmoil. Two years ago the former rebel leader surrendered in the heat of battle, a battle that wasn’t yet lost. The Rebels were left in disarray, scattered and confused they retreated. But, the stalwart Annabelle Hawking refused to surrender. She rallied the forces long after most had lost faith. The Rebels won the day, and Annabelle won the unflinching support of her people.

Today the Rebels enjoyed another victory. The small shanty town of Redstone, a critical location nestled amid canyon walls, ideal for both defense and launching future attacks on the oppressive socialist regime. Annabelle fought for capitalism and opposed the Marais Empire’s policies, primary the redistribution of wealth and equal rights for men. The Serpent Rebels were small in number, but fierce and well equip, backed by the affluent, unanimous donors, and private corporations.

They roved the country of Maraon in a massive convey, always marching closer to the capitol, burning and pillaging those in their wake. The pride of their armada, and Annabelle’s flagship, was a magnificent, fortified tank called the Anac