I write an Isekai about communist revolution until an anime is made out of it

A Disturbance

By the time I'd processed the shrouded body lying before me, Honse was already gorging the nearest trough of water. I was mere microseconds from articulating "Hey" at the animal before snagging on the realization that I was trying to question a horse.

After a few seconds of gawking at the soldiers running every which way around me to snatch weapons and armor, and take position at the camp's edge, the stream of cryptic orders bellowing from behind tents jolted my attention. I'd nearly returned to the figure sprawled on the ground before Hadlon entered my sight, sword sheath in one hand, rifle in the other. He barked an order I barely understood to the handful of soldiers who'd begun to gather around me, and dashed off without a second glance. That left the still-bleeding body before me, and five soldiers who now looked to me for direction.

With nowhere else to go, I knelt over the body and pulled back its hood to reveal a pair of cat ears, above a couple normal Elgean ears, amidst straight grey hair extending to the shoulders below a face which was tagged somewhere in the vaults of my memory.

Holy Allah's fingernail it's Vay!

haha-haha I told you she was a catgirl after all!

The gremlin dwelling in my head who blew the horn to celebrate this cheap moral victory over myself scurried away upon hearing "What's the matter, Offworlder? Uh, is this someone you know?" from over my shoulder.

"She's, ah, something like that." Was all I could spatter out before the paralyzing awkwardness of touching a cute catgirl engulfed me, leaving the soldiers to pull back her cloak, revealing that same light armor from before, pierced by the broken tip of an arrow right in that spot where characters will usually pull up their shirts dramatically to reveal a gunshot in act 3. They left the arrowhead in its place as they lifted her up and off to the medical tent, while I meekly tagged along.  Vay disappeared behind the tent, and suddenly I was lost, with no clear direction and a surge of scathing awareness of what I'd just done, for the next few minutes.

Then Feo Allerman, a lieutenant of Hadlon's and a character I definitely would've introduced in the last chapter, were this a prepared story and not just haphazard "discovery writing", appeared and asked after Honse. The man's clean-cut face ly above a stocky form, and he was younger than Hadlon, but had an older body, along with an average height I wouldn't have bothered mentioning were it not for his titanic commanding officer. He graced me with an explanation of what was going on; few social norms can stand in matters of life and death. A few riders under the "butcher's banner" had begun lingering at the treeline seconds after Honse arrived at the camp, and under Hadlon's orders, Feo was preparing a detachment of horsemen to ride them down. He'd need every horse on-hand for that, the specific one that could retrace her steps most of all. He left view no sooner than the first soldiers returning to camp from their positions at its edges entered it, relieving me from another onslaught of my own thoughts.

The next few hours were a blur, initially distinguishable from the hours before by the increasingly disturbing rumors of what now stood against us, in place of the usual rambling about Earth. I'd never lingered in camp for that long before, so I jumped at the opportunity to take someone's place standing guard at the camp's outskirts and recharge my drained social battery, only to be mentally bombarded by questions and accusations regarding Vay, still lying in the medical tent.

Enter another wave of relief, in the form of Feo returning with his detachment of horsemen, Honse, and somebody new on the back of Feo's own mount. The newcomer wore a suit of black plate armor, without a helmet to cover his jarring face. He wasn't merely bald; he had not a hair on his face - eyebrows, eyelashes, stubble, nothing. His most striking feature, though, was some unfamiliar symbol branded onto the side of his head. After dismounting, he marched beside Feo towards Hadlon's command tent, unarmed and unbound aside from the aura of disgust bearing down from the soldiers around him with such intensity that I felt uneasy over where to position my own hands. The bustling camp stopped what they were doing to glare at our "visitor",  letting the air grow thick with hatred and perhaps a little fear as the camp fell silent, save for the jingling of his armor. The second he disappeared into the tent, the camp began chugging back to life, or at least pretending to; I could physically feel the crowd's attention converging onto and crashing against that dangling flap through which the newcomer had gone, and found myself caught in the social riptide.