Imperial

Prologue

The loud cries and explosions could be easily heard in the streets of Leeds. In fact most of northern England was filled with rebellions who wouldn't put up with being the citizen of a foreign power. The south, however, was more loyal to their Roman masters mainly because London was created by the Romans themselves.

The Roman soldiers were put up with a fairly strong rebelling force. The Roman soldiers were equipped with a strong riot shield, tear gas, thick armour and weapon-wise, they had a baton. Rebellions like this were common and because of the strict laws, guns had been restricted so the rebellions weren't too much of a threat. The Roman soldiers would, most of the time, crush the rebellion - if not, soon reinforcements would come in and finish them off.

The soldiers were easily defending their bodies with their shields from the rocks being hurled at them. Due to the darkness of the night, they had to be on watch for any unseen rebels but they were all crowded up together. Besides, the fires created through the fighting provided a sufficient source of light.

Insults were being yelled at the soldiers who were successfully closing in on the rebel forces. The rebels would occasionally charge at them in small groups but would get knocked out, sometimes managing to knock a few soldiers to the floor. But this little riot was being dealt with fairly easily.

The Romans were marching forward until a cry of, "For my country!" could be heard. Following that, a smoke was thrown in the middle of the soldiers. Smoke began to erupt from it, affecting the soldiers' vision.

Then there was a lot of shouting and the rebels charged at the soldiers. Both were affected by the smoke but the rebels knew where the soldiers were better than they did know where the rebels were. The soldiers were being piled on and, for many, were eventually being knocked to the floor. Some managed to resist and pulled out their batons and began to fight. The rebels were beginning to receive batons and shields in the face but most carried on fighting. Ones on horses started charging in and knocking down soldiers carelessly. 

Eventually, after a few minutes passed, the little battle was finally over with both sides missing roughly the same amount of men. The rebels actually surprised themselves, having taken out so many of their enemy. But they were no longer feeling victorious. A heavily-equipped Roman firing squad marched into the scene, mowing down as many fleeing rebels they could see with their powerful LMGs.  The rebels were running as fast as they could to flee the battle scene but it was useless.

Eventually some stopped running and raised their hands up whilst others kept running (they eventually got shot). Now all that remained was the several who were on their knees with their hands either up or on their heads. The firing squad, taking their time, marched over to them. One of them - evidently the commander - stopped and the others followed. He started to stare at them for a good few seconds.

"Long live the glorious Roman empire", he said calmly. Then the rest of the firing squad opened fire.