BattlePasture 2142by HazardFactsChaptersMeeting Rainbow DashAuthor's NoteMeeting Twilight SparkleMeeting RarityMeeting FluttershyMeeting Pinkie PieBeginning the TournamentMeeting AppleJackMeeting Rainbow Dash“Hey there, kid.” A cocky and shrill voice says from behind. The voice alone makes you shudder and consider dropping out of the tournament all together. You turn your head around and see, surprisingly, nothing. “Hey, eyes up here, featherbrain!” You look up to see a light blue colored horse with wings staring down at you. Her eyes are pink and she has her arms… err, forelegs crossed. “What’s up?” Ugh! That voice! You contemplate pulling out your sidearm and earning yourself a kick from the game for some team killing. You shoulder this idea and instead you turn fully around in order to properly great your new squad mate. You imitate her by folding your own arms and staring straight into the blacks of her eyes. You’re not sure what you hope to accomplish through this, but it seems like a good idea at the time so you go with it. She comes down to your level and brings her face closer to yours. It’s kind of weird, her eyes are dark pink and they give off a sense anger. At any time this could break into a fight between knives. Upon that thought, you wonder how your squad would hold knives… let alone weapons in general. She then shifts back a cracks a smirk. “You’re good.” She says, unfolding her forelegs and extending one of them. “I’m Rainbow Dash,” she confesses, “who’re you?” As soon as you extent your hand to embrace in a shake she withdraws her hoof from reach. “Ah, ah, that’s not how we’re gonna do things here.” She waves her hoof as if she were waving a finger in disapproval. You withdraw your hand as well and ball it into a fist. You see her extending her hoof again and your fists meets it halfway. “I’m Banks,” you begin, “your new boss.” As you finish Dash’s smile widens and she grounds herself while snapping off a crisp salute. “C’mon Dash, let’s head over to the ship yard, rest of the squad should meet us there. “Sure thing, boss.” She says, giving you a wink. You might like actually come to like this one. … Nah. Author's NoteA quick thing to be aware of, then I'll get out of your manes. This story is going to be told six different ways, a different way for each of the mane6. I'll start out with all of the meetings first, then focus on individual stories and post them all together. Hopefully that makes it easier to find your favorite thing that Rainbow Dash did. (Like taking down a giant mech by herself maybe?) Anyways, all of the ponies have different roles, as Battlefield does have a history of being a class based game, so. Here we go every pony. (by the way, if you're wondering why some of the Mane6 aren't the class you think they should be, Team Fortress2, enough said) Meeting Twilight Sparkle“Good afternoon,” she says, “my name is Twilight Sparkle. It’s a pleasure to meet you.” You turn around and see a lavender unicorn with a goth hairstyle looking at you. Her armor is light and on her hip is a Purple star, a bit darker than the rest of her coat, surrounded by white sparkles. She stares at you with large purple eyes that make you want to join the PAC side right then and there. If their team roster wasn’t full, you probably would. She is carrying Morretti SR4 Sniper Rifle around her neck; as well as a few RDX Demo Packs on her side. She sits down and raises her left foreleg close to her face, activating her command menu. Next thing you know a helmet appears on her head, fully equipped with a 3 sectioned light gray visor. Great, at least you wouldn’t have those giant eyes staring at you anymore. That is a huge plus. You can see her breath filtering through her helmet; at least she can still breathe in there… unfortunately. “Umm, sir?” She says, her voice reminding you of a fancy and finely tuned student. The voice isn’t that bad, but the face and colors. You know that if it weren’t for the past you would be fine, maybe even delighted, to have her as a part of your team. But no; this horse, this… pony… is an unwelcomed part of this entire game as far as you’re concerned. “Sir?” She asks again, wondering why you haven’t spoken even once since she’s greeted you. You tilt your head and your expression changes, finally acknowledging her comment. “My name is Twilight Sparkle,” she repeats while standing up one more, “what’s your name?” You’re not sure, but you have a feeling that a wide over innocent grin is going on behind that visor. Folding your arms you look down at the candy colored horse and respond, “I’m Sergeant Banks, squad leader.” “Oh how exciting!” She says happily, standing on her hind legs and imitating what seems to be clapping with her forelegs. You don’t get it, but you don’t care enough to question it. Heck there are already frigging horses in Battlefield, they may as well be able to clap too. “I was wondering when I would find you. This is Foxtrot Squad am I right?” You nod and unfold your arms. “This is it.” You say flatly, just about ready to request a transfer to your own personal squad if only to escape this childish enthusiasm that you’re certain the rest of your squad is tainted with. “Good, I look forward to discussing tactics with you, Sergeant.” Okay, that comment changed your opinion of this player by just a bit. It’s changed even more when she begins going on and on about said tactics and how they can be used in certain specific situations. As unneeded as this information might be, and as nerdy it is, you now have a different view of your new squad mate. At least now you know that she’s in this to win it. You’ve heard enough and pull out your command menu and look for the rest of your squad, they’ve been deployed all around the base. It would be a pain in the tail to try and gather them all up one by one. Instead you set a MGP (mutual gathering point) on the map where the rest of the EU team seems to be. If their movements are any indication, they’re training for the next few matches to come. Good, now you can see just how good, or bad, Twilight and the rest of your squad are. RDX Demo Packs http://bf2142.free-gfx.com/bf2142_weapons/bf2142_eu_weapons/weapons_Morretti%20SR4/w_MorrettiSR4_03.png Morretti SR4 Sniper Rifle Meeting Rarity"Hello, Darling". You hear an upper class voice greet you from behind. You turn around to see a white coated pony in the standard gray armor that you wear yourself. Her head is covered by a helmet with a silver visor covering her eyes. She smiles as she speaks. She's dropped her massive backpack by her side and is holding a Bianchi fa-8 that looks like it's been… bedazzled? Yep, she has several diamonds studded along it. A ruby in the shape of a heart seems to be placed on her forehead. Her weapon shines like her armor, clearly polished. Her helmet covers her muzzle with a faceplate but leaves her light blue eyes exposed. On her hip are three azure diamonds. Her purple hair comes out of her helmet, ending in a roller pin curl on each side. "You're the Sergeant I presume? She asks, her mouth curving down more, the smile leaving her face. Clearly she was expecting something different. Maybe a bit more… gallant. Like some kind of knight in shining armor. But you're not that, far from it, and you make that clear with a simple "uhuh". "Oh," she says. "A bit judgmental today, are we?" You say, cutting off anything she may have been about to say, good or bad. She shrinks back a bit. "Well c'mon, noob, we gotta meet all the others. As you begin to walk off you set up an MGP on the mini map and realize that your new acquaintance isn't following you. Her head is hung low with her diamond studded LMG cradled in her arms. You let out a clearly audible sigh and urge her to follow. "You comin' or what!" Startled she picks her head up, it's odd for you to see small beads of tears forming at the corners of her eyes. You facepalm and subsequently motion for her to follow. She jogs up to you and soon you are both jogging side by side to the MGP. "By the way," you begin "I didn't get your name, did I?" You tilt your head to get a better look at her. She tilts her head slightly and shifts her eyes in your direction before answering. "I-It's Rari-t-t-ty." Her voice is ragged and filled with breath-spaced gaps. You look ahead and feel the chill of dread wash through your very nerves at the thought of having to drag this inexperienced detriment around with you in your squad. You can only hope the other's aren't like her. Author's Note This chapter took months to write. Meeting Fluttershy"Um... Hello?" a timid and hollow voice comes from behind you. Your worst fears about to be confirmed, you turn around. You now face a yellow pony, assault class, flowing pink hair covering the right side of her face with a a slight pink shave on the left side. A SCAR 11 held clumsily in her arms with a medical pack on her back, and a defibrillator on her right hip, P33 holstered on her left. Her knees are knocking together and she stares at you with a scared expression fixed in her light blue eyes. You're not keeping your facial expression in check so you assume whatever face your making must be scaring her. You open your mouth in order to initiate a greeting, but before any actual words escape your mouth and explosion tears into a building about a dozen meters above you. You instinctively place your hand on your head and duck slightly, looking up at the smoke cloud left in its wake. You look back at your pony squad mate only to see her cowering and whimpering on the ground, hands on her head. The text box in the bottom left of your HUD buzzes with a message from whoever misfired that explosive round. In all caps it read -SORRY- Forget levels, this is a new dimension of pathetic. Even so, you take a knee and lean in close. Hey, what did you say your name was? "hmrshh" she utters what might as well be a foreign language for all you know. You decide to try again. "Okay, listen. I can't learn your name unless you speak up... Looking at me would probably help too." With that she takes her hands off of her head and looks up at you, still whimpering with her eyes wide and glossed over with tears.. "I'm Flutter-rshy." she stutters squeakily, but intelligibly this time. You stand up and take out your PDA, seeing heavy friendly activity around the vehicle yard, probably everyone on your team, save for a few white dots scattered around the ice covered city. "Must be the others." Your obvious doubt in the rest of your squad's capability resonating in your voice. You set an MGP on the map by the boot camp-escue movement of friendly white blips. You stash you PDA in your hip pouch and look back down at... Whatsherface, with her face once more shoved in the pavement and her forelegs over her head. Feeling sorry for the poor sap, you pick up her rifle and call her out, "Hey, Fluttershy?" She looks up at you, more tears noticeable than before. Jeez, she was scared to death. Why was she here? "Your friends are waiting on us. I think we should get going." You shoulder your own weapon and kneel down closer to her, offering your hand. After what seemed like an eternity of her staring at you and then your hand and back again at you, she takes the offer. You pull her up gingerly, now used to her character, and hand her her rifle. She takes the weapon clumsily as if it were five times her size, fiddling with it until she finds a comfortable way of holding it. "Come on, Shy, let's go." You order, pulling back out your rifle. "Oh! Okay..." she says drearily, realizing she has no choice but to follow you. You begin off running but after several trips and stumbles from Fluttershy, usually resulting in you picking up your supplies, you decide to walk to the vehicle yard. Gonna be a long road. One heck of a long road indeed. You get the crummy feeling that you're going to be the only useful player in your squad, and that you alone will have to pull its weight. Meeting Pinkie Pie"Hiya!" a shrill voice behind you threatens to not only shatter your earpiece but your eardrums as well. You turn around and see a pink pony, poofed up hair a shade darker than her fur bulging from her helmet. She's wearing the light armor variant of the engineer class, a anti- vehicle rocket launcher in her hands with extra pods on her hips. She's right in your face, her breath both visible and hitting you directly. Her breath smells like tart candy. The rocket launcher she's carrying doesn't ease your mind at all. You'e a bit surprised at suddenly coming face to face with this... pony... thing. And as such you jump back a bit. She just closes the distance again. Her eyes are huge and light blue, piercing into your very soul. You shoulder your rifle and pull out your PDA; pushing her back with your forearm so that you can see it better. Is this one of your squad mates? The big guy upstairs must really like you, because sure enough, right under the squad tab, there is her picture. Under your squad name. Along with five other ponies. Oh yeah. He really likes you. You put your PDA away and sure enough, the pony moves right back up in your grill. Nose to ski mask, she's still breathing on you. Clearly she doesn't know the meaning of personal space (plot device). Then she starts talking again. Such torture could be used in POW camp. She moves back and starts talking... and talking... and talking... gosh dang she can talk! WARNING: PINKIE PIE SPEAKING: WARNING "Hi I'm Pinkie Pie and you must be the guy I'm supposed to meet and go on a huge adventure with! My friends are all over the place and we should totally go find them and get this party started! *gasp* It'll totally be like an adventure! You and me, going to find our friends that are lost in the city! Oooooooh! Oooh oooh oooh! We could bring cupcakes! Oh I should totally make some cupkakes!" By now she's bouncing with her hands just below her chin, "Oh I looooooooove cupcakes! Have you ever had a cupcake? Sugar Cube Corner has the best cupcakes in all Equestria! By the way, I'm Pinkie Pie and-" REJOICE! PINKIE PIE HAS BEEN SHUT UP! REJOICE![color/] The pink menace is finally shut up by your hands being placed on her mouth. "mmphmmmm mph mph mph mph mph mmmmmmphhhh mphhhhhhh mpppphhhhmmmmhhppphmmmmmpppphh!" Well... shut up enough. "Okay," you say exasperated, "I'm gonna let go, and you're not gonna say a word. Okay?" She nods and you remove your gloved hands. Not even a full second later she's running her mouth again. Gonna be a long tournament. A long tournament indeed. Your arms drop to your sides in defeat. There's no stopping her. You pull back out your PDA and set an MGP near the rest of the EU team for the rest of your squad to meet at. They show up, or not, doesn't matter to you at this point. Screw them. After putting your PDA back again you turn around to walk away but are stopped by something latching onto you. Of course it's the pink one. "Where ya goin?" She asks. A huge Cheshire Cat grin on her face. You simply push her away and start moving again. She immediately latches back on. You try again, "Hey!" And again "Hey!" And again "Don't-" and again "-leave-" and yet again "-me-" huh, I think we're beginning to see a patte- "-here!" You give in, "fine!" You say, irritated beyond belief, "I won't leave you. Just let go of me!" "YAY!" She shouts excitedly, "We're gonna be the bestest best friends ever! I can't wait to introduce you to all my other friends!" Her grip tightens. You sigh and begin dragging the motormouth pink pony along. So this is what a leach feels like... Uhuh. A long tournament indeed. Beginning the TournamentPrologue You hear a pinging noise as you finally make it into the server. You meet up with the European Union administrator. “Darn it man, sorry I’m late, I had to install some of the new textures for the map.” “Oh, no problem,” he says reassuringly “luckily for you we still have one last empty squad. Seeing as you’re the first one here-“ “I automatically get rights to be a squad leader.” You cut off the admin and finish his sentence for him. “Yep.” He simply replies, reaching for an item in his inventory. He pulls out a data pad and holds it out for you to receive. You grab the pad and automatically unlock it as the admin begins to speak again. “You’re kinda late but even so, we still have six confirmed registered players left to join. They should be here any second.” “Cool.” You say as you look through the spawn menu, attempting to find your squad. You are relieved, at least now you won’t have to be a one-man-show in the next few games. You find the squad tabs and see that all other squads are indeed filled; Alpha, Bravo, Charlie, Delta, and Echo. You find Foxtrot squad, the squad with one member; you. You change the squad name to varsity and exit the menu. The admin is now armed with a SCAR 11 in mid-reload animation. The data pad now in your inventory beeps once, then again, then four more times almost together. “I think it’s for you, Sargent.” He says as he pulls out a combat drone and sets to activating it. You pull the data pad back out to the spawn menu, you bypass this and activate the squad menu. If you could you would have dropped the pad. “What the heck is this?!” you ask, not believing what you’ve seen. “Some kind of joke?” “What’s wrong?” he asks, “you have a strong squad, much better than-” “Who the heck are these guys?” you cut him off again, pretty much ticked about the roster. “What,” he begins and then realizes your beef, “ah, I see where you’re coming from.” “What kind of kiddy Care Bears bubblegum bull carp is this?” you yell into your mic. You then here a voice of greeting behind you that makes you cringe. You turn around… Meeting AppleJack“Well howdy.” The voice says as you turn around to confirm your fear. Now, in front of you, stands an orange colored pony, blond hair, white freckles, and a cowboy hat. You can tell by her armor that her role is recon. “Name’s AppleJack, what do ya call yerself?” She holds out her hoof as if she expects you to shake it. Her armor is mostly white with a bit of orange on the shoulder pads. On her armor covering her hip is a picture of three red apples. You look towards the admin who is now walking around the corner of a building. ‘Of course he does…’ you think to yourself as you look back at the pony, her hoof still outstretched, her face portraying one of impatience. This one has an air of confidence and command about her that automatically gives you an underlying feeling of respect. You kneel down to her level and take her hoof in your hand and give it a hardy respectful shake. You stand back up and go back to your data tablet. Before this match begins, you’ll need to choose a good load out, one that will stick. This way at least, you wont have to choose a better load out every time you die. That is, assuming that you do die; which you probably will, that’s just how the game works. You choose the default assault weapons, an SCAR 11 and a magnum, you also go with a defibrillator, just in case your new squad needs some revives, which at this point, you assume that this will become a common factor. You close the menu and see AppleJack, sitting on her haunches, loading a few rounds into a clip of her Zeller-H sniper rifle rifle. Once done, she shoulders the rifle and stands up. “Well then,” you say, unsure whether or not to trust the aim of this new player to remain true, “I guess we should get ready to start the round. C’mon, let’s go meet up with the others.” “Sounds mighty fine to me.” She say’s as you head toward the vehicle yard and she follows. defibrillator SCAR11 Zeller-H
Meeting Rainbow Dash“Hey there, kid.” A cocky and shrill voice says from behind. The voice alone makes you shudder and consider dropping out of the tournament all together. You turn your head around and see, surprisingly, nothing. “Hey, eyes up here, featherbrain!” You look up to see a light blue colored horse with wings staring down at you. Her eyes are pink and she has her arms… err, forelegs crossed. “What’s up?” Ugh! That voice! You contemplate pulling out your sidearm and earning yourself a kick from the game for some team killing. You shoulder this idea and instead you turn fully around in order to properly great your new squad mate. You imitate her by folding your own arms and staring straight into the blacks of her eyes. You’re not sure what you hope to accomplish through this, but it seems like a good idea at the time so you go with it. She comes down to your level and brings her face closer to yours. It’s kind of weird, her eyes are dark pink and they give off a sense anger. At any time this could break into a fight between knives. Upon that thought, you wonder how your squad would hold knives… let alone weapons in general. She then shifts back a cracks a smirk. “You’re good.” She says, unfolding her forelegs and extending one of them. “I’m Rainbow Dash,” she confesses, “who’re you?” As soon as you extent your hand to embrace in a shake she withdraws her hoof from reach. “Ah, ah, that’s not how we’re gonna do things here.” She waves her hoof as if she were waving a finger in disapproval. You withdraw your hand as well and ball it into a fist. You see her extending her hoof again and your fists meets it halfway. “I’m Banks,” you begin, “your new boss.” As you finish Dash’s smile widens and she grounds herself while snapping off a crisp salute. “C’mon Dash, let’s head over to the ship yard, rest of the squad should meet us there. “Sure thing, boss.” She says, giving you a wink. You might like actually come to like this one. … Nah.
Author's NoteA quick thing to be aware of, then I'll get out of your manes. This story is going to be told six different ways, a different way for each of the mane6. I'll start out with all of the meetings first, then focus on individual stories and post them all together. Hopefully that makes it easier to find your favorite thing that Rainbow Dash did. (Like taking down a giant mech by herself maybe?) Anyways, all of the ponies have different roles, as Battlefield does have a history of being a class based game, so. Here we go every pony. (by the way, if you're wondering why some of the Mane6 aren't the class you think they should be, Team Fortress2, enough said)
Meeting Twilight Sparkle“Good afternoon,” she says, “my name is Twilight Sparkle. It’s a pleasure to meet you.” You turn around and see a lavender unicorn with a goth hairstyle looking at you. Her armor is light and on her hip is a Purple star, a bit darker than the rest of her coat, surrounded by white sparkles. She stares at you with large purple eyes that make you want to join the PAC side right then and there. If their team roster wasn’t full, you probably would. She is carrying Morretti SR4 Sniper Rifle around her neck; as well as a few RDX Demo Packs on her side. She sits down and raises her left foreleg close to her face, activating her command menu. Next thing you know a helmet appears on her head, fully equipped with a 3 sectioned light gray visor. Great, at least you wouldn’t have those giant eyes staring at you anymore. That is a huge plus. You can see her breath filtering through her helmet; at least she can still breathe in there… unfortunately. “Umm, sir?” She says, her voice reminding you of a fancy and finely tuned student. The voice isn’t that bad, but the face and colors. You know that if it weren’t for the past you would be fine, maybe even delighted, to have her as a part of your team. But no; this horse, this… pony… is an unwelcomed part of this entire game as far as you’re concerned. “Sir?” She asks again, wondering why you haven’t spoken even once since she’s greeted you. You tilt your head and your expression changes, finally acknowledging her comment. “My name is Twilight Sparkle,” she repeats while standing up one more, “what’s your name?” You’re not sure, but you have a feeling that a wide over innocent grin is going on behind that visor. Folding your arms you look down at the candy colored horse and respond, “I’m Sergeant Banks, squad leader.” “Oh how exciting!” She says happily, standing on her hind legs and imitating what seems to be clapping with her forelegs. You don’t get it, but you don’t care enough to question it. Heck there are already frigging horses in Battlefield, they may as well be able to clap too. “I was wondering when I would find you. This is Foxtrot Squad am I right?” You nod and unfold your arms. “This is it.” You say flatly, just about ready to request a transfer to your own personal squad if only to escape this childish enthusiasm that you’re certain the rest of your squad is tainted with. “Good, I look forward to discussing tactics with you, Sergeant.” Okay, that comment changed your opinion of this player by just a bit. It’s changed even more when she begins going on and on about said tactics and how they can be used in certain specific situations. As unneeded as this information might be, and as nerdy it is, you now have a different view of your new squad mate. At least now you know that she’s in this to win it. You’ve heard enough and pull out your command menu and look for the rest of your squad, they’ve been deployed all around the base. It would be a pain in the tail to try and gather them all up one by one. Instead you set a MGP (mutual gathering point) on the map where the rest of the EU team seems to be. If their movements are any indication, they’re training for the next few matches to come. Good, now you can see just how good, or bad, Twilight and the rest of your squad are. RDX Demo Packs http://bf2142.free-gfx.com/bf2142_weapons/bf2142_eu_weapons/weapons_Morretti%20SR4/w_MorrettiSR4_03.png Morretti SR4 Sniper Rifle
Meeting Rarity"Hello, Darling". You hear an upper class voice greet you from behind. You turn around to see a white coated pony in the standard gray armor that you wear yourself. Her head is covered by a helmet with a silver visor covering her eyes. She smiles as she speaks. She's dropped her massive backpack by her side and is holding a Bianchi fa-8 that looks like it's been… bedazzled? Yep, she has several diamonds studded along it. A ruby in the shape of a heart seems to be placed on her forehead. Her weapon shines like her armor, clearly polished. Her helmet covers her muzzle with a faceplate but leaves her light blue eyes exposed. On her hip are three azure diamonds. Her purple hair comes out of her helmet, ending in a roller pin curl on each side. "You're the Sergeant I presume? She asks, her mouth curving down more, the smile leaving her face. Clearly she was expecting something different. Maybe a bit more… gallant. Like some kind of knight in shining armor. But you're not that, far from it, and you make that clear with a simple "uhuh". "Oh," she says. "A bit judgmental today, are we?" You say, cutting off anything she may have been about to say, good or bad. She shrinks back a bit. "Well c'mon, noob, we gotta meet all the others. As you begin to walk off you set up an MGP on the mini map and realize that your new acquaintance isn't following you. Her head is hung low with her diamond studded LMG cradled in her arms. You let out a clearly audible sigh and urge her to follow. "You comin' or what!" Startled she picks her head up, it's odd for you to see small beads of tears forming at the corners of her eyes. You facepalm and subsequently motion for her to follow. She jogs up to you and soon you are both jogging side by side to the MGP. "By the way," you begin "I didn't get your name, did I?" You tilt your head to get a better look at her. She tilts her head slightly and shifts her eyes in your direction before answering. "I-It's Rari-t-t-ty." Her voice is ragged and filled with breath-spaced gaps. You look ahead and feel the chill of dread wash through your very nerves at the thought of having to drag this inexperienced detriment around with you in your squad. You can only hope the other's aren't like her. Author's Note This chapter took months to write.
Meeting Fluttershy"Um... Hello?" a timid and hollow voice comes from behind you. Your worst fears about to be confirmed, you turn around. You now face a yellow pony, assault class, flowing pink hair covering the right side of her face with a a slight pink shave on the left side. A SCAR 11 held clumsily in her arms with a medical pack on her back, and a defibrillator on her right hip, P33 holstered on her left. Her knees are knocking together and she stares at you with a scared expression fixed in her light blue eyes. You're not keeping your facial expression in check so you assume whatever face your making must be scaring her. You open your mouth in order to initiate a greeting, but before any actual words escape your mouth and explosion tears into a building about a dozen meters above you. You instinctively place your hand on your head and duck slightly, looking up at the smoke cloud left in its wake. You look back at your pony squad mate only to see her cowering and whimpering on the ground, hands on her head. The text box in the bottom left of your HUD buzzes with a message from whoever misfired that explosive round. In all caps it read -SORRY- Forget levels, this is a new dimension of pathetic. Even so, you take a knee and lean in close. Hey, what did you say your name was? "hmrshh" she utters what might as well be a foreign language for all you know. You decide to try again. "Okay, listen. I can't learn your name unless you speak up... Looking at me would probably help too." With that she takes her hands off of her head and looks up at you, still whimpering with her eyes wide and glossed over with tears.. "I'm Flutter-rshy." she stutters squeakily, but intelligibly this time. You stand up and take out your PDA, seeing heavy friendly activity around the vehicle yard, probably everyone on your team, save for a few white dots scattered around the ice covered city. "Must be the others." Your obvious doubt in the rest of your squad's capability resonating in your voice. You set an MGP on the map by the boot camp-escue movement of friendly white blips. You stash you PDA in your hip pouch and look back down at... Whatsherface, with her face once more shoved in the pavement and her forelegs over her head. Feeling sorry for the poor sap, you pick up her rifle and call her out, "Hey, Fluttershy?" She looks up at you, more tears noticeable than before. Jeez, she was scared to death. Why was she here? "Your friends are waiting on us. I think we should get going." You shoulder your own weapon and kneel down closer to her, offering your hand. After what seemed like an eternity of her staring at you and then your hand and back again at you, she takes the offer. You pull her up gingerly, now used to her character, and hand her her rifle. She takes the weapon clumsily as if it were five times her size, fiddling with it until she finds a comfortable way of holding it. "Come on, Shy, let's go." You order, pulling back out your rifle. "Oh! Okay..." she says drearily, realizing she has no choice but to follow you. You begin off running but after several trips and stumbles from Fluttershy, usually resulting in you picking up your supplies, you decide to walk to the vehicle yard. Gonna be a long road. One heck of a long road indeed. You get the crummy feeling that you're going to be the only useful player in your squad, and that you alone will have to pull its weight.
Meeting Pinkie Pie"Hiya!" a shrill voice behind you threatens to not only shatter your earpiece but your eardrums as well. You turn around and see a pink pony, poofed up hair a shade darker than her fur bulging from her helmet. She's wearing the light armor variant of the engineer class, a anti- vehicle rocket launcher in her hands with extra pods on her hips. She's right in your face, her breath both visible and hitting you directly. Her breath smells like tart candy. The rocket launcher she's carrying doesn't ease your mind at all. You'e a bit surprised at suddenly coming face to face with this... pony... thing. And as such you jump back a bit. She just closes the distance again. Her eyes are huge and light blue, piercing into your very soul. You shoulder your rifle and pull out your PDA; pushing her back with your forearm so that you can see it better. Is this one of your squad mates? The big guy upstairs must really like you, because sure enough, right under the squad tab, there is her picture. Under your squad name. Along with five other ponies. Oh yeah. He really likes you. You put your PDA away and sure enough, the pony moves right back up in your grill. Nose to ski mask, she's still breathing on you. Clearly she doesn't know the meaning of personal space (plot device). Then she starts talking again. Such torture could be used in POW camp. She moves back and starts talking... and talking... and talking... gosh dang she can talk! WARNING: PINKIE PIE SPEAKING: WARNING "Hi I'm Pinkie Pie and you must be the guy I'm supposed to meet and go on a huge adventure with! My friends are all over the place and we should totally go find them and get this party started! *gasp* It'll totally be like an adventure! You and me, going to find our friends that are lost in the city! Oooooooh! Oooh oooh oooh! We could bring cupcakes! Oh I should totally make some cupkakes!" By now she's bouncing with her hands just below her chin, "Oh I looooooooove cupcakes! Have you ever had a cupcake? Sugar Cube Corner has the best cupcakes in all Equestria! By the way, I'm Pinkie Pie and-" REJOICE! PINKIE PIE HAS BEEN SHUT UP! REJOICE![color/] The pink menace is finally shut up by your hands being placed on her mouth. "mmphmmmm mph mph mph mph mph mmmmmmphhhh mphhhhhhh mpppphhhhmmmmhhppphmmmmmpppphh!" Well... shut up enough. "Okay," you say exasperated, "I'm gonna let go, and you're not gonna say a word. Okay?" She nods and you remove your gloved hands. Not even a full second later she's running her mouth again. Gonna be a long tournament. A long tournament indeed. Your arms drop to your sides in defeat. There's no stopping her. You pull back out your PDA and set an MGP near the rest of the EU team for the rest of your squad to meet at. They show up, or not, doesn't matter to you at this point. Screw them. After putting your PDA back again you turn around to walk away but are stopped by something latching onto you. Of course it's the pink one. "Where ya goin?" She asks. A huge Cheshire Cat grin on her face. You simply push her away and start moving again. She immediately latches back on. You try again, "Hey!" And again "Hey!" And again "Don't-" and again "-leave-" and yet again "-me-" huh, I think we're beginning to see a patte- "-here!" You give in, "fine!" You say, irritated beyond belief, "I won't leave you. Just let go of me!" "YAY!" She shouts excitedly, "We're gonna be the bestest best friends ever! I can't wait to introduce you to all my other friends!" Her grip tightens. You sigh and begin dragging the motormouth pink pony along. So this is what a leach feels like... Uhuh. A long tournament indeed.
Beginning the TournamentPrologue You hear a pinging noise as you finally make it into the server. You meet up with the European Union administrator. “Darn it man, sorry I’m late, I had to install some of the new textures for the map.” “Oh, no problem,” he says reassuringly “luckily for you we still have one last empty squad. Seeing as you’re the first one here-“ “I automatically get rights to be a squad leader.” You cut off the admin and finish his sentence for him. “Yep.” He simply replies, reaching for an item in his inventory. He pulls out a data pad and holds it out for you to receive. You grab the pad and automatically unlock it as the admin begins to speak again. “You’re kinda late but even so, we still have six confirmed registered players left to join. They should be here any second.” “Cool.” You say as you look through the spawn menu, attempting to find your squad. You are relieved, at least now you won’t have to be a one-man-show in the next few games. You find the squad tabs and see that all other squads are indeed filled; Alpha, Bravo, Charlie, Delta, and Echo. You find Foxtrot squad, the squad with one member; you. You change the squad name to varsity and exit the menu. The admin is now armed with a SCAR 11 in mid-reload animation. The data pad now in your inventory beeps once, then again, then four more times almost together. “I think it’s for you, Sargent.” He says as he pulls out a combat drone and sets to activating it. You pull the data pad back out to the spawn menu, you bypass this and activate the squad menu. If you could you would have dropped the pad. “What the heck is this?!” you ask, not believing what you’ve seen. “Some kind of joke?” “What’s wrong?” he asks, “you have a strong squad, much better than-” “Who the heck are these guys?” you cut him off again, pretty much ticked about the roster. “What,” he begins and then realizes your beef, “ah, I see where you’re coming from.” “What kind of kiddy Care Bears bubblegum bull carp is this?” you yell into your mic. You then here a voice of greeting behind you that makes you cringe. You turn around…
Meeting AppleJack“Well howdy.” The voice says as you turn around to confirm your fear. Now, in front of you, stands an orange colored pony, blond hair, white freckles, and a cowboy hat. You can tell by her armor that her role is recon. “Name’s AppleJack, what do ya call yerself?” She holds out her hoof as if she expects you to shake it. Her armor is mostly white with a bit of orange on the shoulder pads. On her armor covering her hip is a picture of three red apples. You look towards the admin who is now walking around the corner of a building. ‘Of course he does…’ you think to yourself as you look back at the pony, her hoof still outstretched, her face portraying one of impatience. This one has an air of confidence and command about her that automatically gives you an underlying feeling of respect. You kneel down to her level and take her hoof in your hand and give it a hardy respectful shake. You stand back up and go back to your data tablet. Before this match begins, you’ll need to choose a good load out, one that will stick. This way at least, you wont have to choose a better load out every time you die. That is, assuming that you do die; which you probably will, that’s just how the game works. You choose the default assault weapons, an SCAR 11 and a magnum, you also go with a defibrillator, just in case your new squad needs some revives, which at this point, you assume that this will become a common factor. You close the menu and see AppleJack, sitting on her haunches, loading a few rounds into a clip of her Zeller-H sniper rifle rifle. Once done, she shoulders the rifle and stands up. “Well then,” you say, unsure whether or not to trust the aim of this new player to remain true, “I guess we should get ready to start the round. C’mon, let’s go meet up with the others.” “Sounds mighty fine to me.” She say’s as you head toward the vehicle yard and she follows. defibrillator SCAR11 Zeller-H
