The Crimson Raven Dun Eidyn - Heroes Square 1250 hours Andras Ross was a a cadet officer in his last year at the Ceretic Guletic Military Academy. He had like many of the Caledonians, red hair, green eyes and was of average height. He was now in the Heroes Square holding a republican flag a white-green-black flag while singing with the others, the republican anthem. He was one of the many who had a grandparent in the Communist Party of Caledonia, the only legal party of the one year old People's Republic of Caledonia. He saw, like many others, the republic as one of the sane moments in Caledonian history of the 20th century. The Republic, with Kadikistani aid gave them a new life. Though many of the projects were ended by 1960, when the republic was already disbanded, but they were funded by Kadikistani money that the country pumped into southern Caledonia to keep it's standard of living high so that the people won't join the northern rebellion. It worked. Many of the southern Caledonians felt detached from the 1957 war, or how the National Syndicalists dubbed it, the Liberation War and felt that the communist republic had much more pros than cons, especially when in the aftermath, it was only Caitish functionaries that came from the north to rule the south. Andras was here as a revolutionary. Even though General Corentin Ruellan, the Colonel-in-Chief of the Academy told the students to stay away from all much movements, the lesser officers, many of whom supported the demonstrators, have told the students that they will close their eyes if they will go to participate, they must go in civilian clothes and with no document on them that would prove that they are students from the Academy. Thus, Andras and many of the cadets went and joined the protests along with many students and workers alike. It was the first time in Caledonia's history since the proclamation of the Internal Settlement, that workers and students marched alongside. There were more than 100,000 people present in the Square. Andras stood holding a republican flag that he received from another man, as the Revolutionary Socialist Party were distributing flags and banners. Together with him was Santo Drest, a smaller, blonde man, in his early twenties too, also a cadet at the academy and a bast friend for Andras. He was holding a red flag. Looking around Andras could see that the whole demonstration was a red block, with republican flags here and there. Even so, he looked at the flag he carried and waved it a little, in the small space he had for himself in that huge crowd. He felt proud looking at the traditional symbols the of the green band of the flag imagining for a moment what his grandfather would have felt in 1957 when he saw that flag wave above the Dun Eydin Castle. The demonstrators have heard speeches from veterans of the 1957 war, Andras was lost in thought when Santo pushed him to pay attention to a Gunnishman that was talking about how he came to Caledonia as a volunteer to fight for the republic when he was only 16 in the hopes that a Caledonian republic would pave the way for revolutions in Gunnland and Elben. "We are the peat bog soldiers, marching with our spades, in the moor..." the people were singing socialist songs when loud noises and screams started to be heard. The people started dispersing. Andras looked around confused. Santo was still close to him. "It's better if we leave. It we are separated, we'll meet as fast at possible at The Defiant Monk," said Andras. The two threw the flags down as it would impede their mobility. After the initial screams and agitation, the police attacked. This time chaos spread all over the Square. Andras and Santo were going towards the Artur Seznec Boulevard, at it's end being the academy, but in the whole chaos, their advance was very slow. Many of the demonstrators have run, but the Revolutionary Socialist Party came prepared. Many of it's cadres teared the flags and used the flagpoles to fightback. The Square turned quickly into a huge battle ground when the police attacked with cavalry. It was such a mounted policeman galloping between the people fighting that nearly hit Andras, should Santo have not pushed him back, as he observed him coming. Everything happened extremely quickly. After the mounted police continued it's gallop, a man in a blue jacked came behind it and saw the two cadets. He was carrying a baseball bat. The man paused a little to look at them and then frowned. "You fucking communists!" he yelled and he approached. Andras was still in shock when he saw Santo approaching the man with his hands raised up, but still in guard, trying to talk to him. The man attacked and hit him with the bat. Even if he tried to defend himself, Santo fell and the man jumped on him. Andras, panicking and started filling with rage came and disarmed the man, before hitting him with his own bat. As the man fled, Andras took Santo and tried to get out of the Square. After a few meters, as they were approaching the waterfront apartments, Andras felt a hand on his shoulder. He saw the red armband and then recognised him as the man that distributed the flags and banners in his zone. "It is not safe here, come," said the man as he helped Andras drag Santo in the courtyard of one of the apartments. "It's better that we stay here for a bit before things calm down," he said. "Are you okay?" he asked Santo. "My arm hurts as fuck, but I don't think it is broken," he said. "Can you see something with your left eye?" the man asked. "A little. It looks bad?" Santo asked. Andras only now observed that before he managed to beat that man in blue jacket, he managed to hit Santo at least once in the face too. "Well, it's swollen and it would probably blacken, but there shouldn't be any problems. I am Goron Edern, by the way, commissioner in the Revolutionary Socialist Party. That was some pretty ninja stuff you did back there," he said looking at Andras. "I'm Andras Ross, and this is Santo Drest. We are... Cadets at the Ceretic Guletic," he said with a small pause. "Cadets? Ah, there is no need to worry, there were many of you in the square. And the RSP has a great deal of respect for the Guletic bunch, as they were even in 1957 great supporters of us. You are between friends here... and I feel that we need more as we are as close to the situation immediately before the internal settlement as ever. In the following weeks, the fate of Caledonia will be decided," Goron paused a little. "If you ever get a leave again, as looking at him," he pointed at Santo, "the officers will ask some questions and they might penalise you for all this, but should you ever get a leave in the city again, ask for me at the Drunken Lugh Pub in the Northern District. I'll buy you two a pint." He smiled and left them without saying anything.