-All Types of Rain-

by The Grey Pegasus

Rating: teen
Tags: Adventure
Length: 863

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Published 1970-01-01 00:00:00 UTC
Last updated 2014-08-22 07:36:23 UTC

The Equestrian Daily Press, Page 2

"A Special Operative's View of the War," interview with an operative of the 1st Royal Scout Division, continued from front page.

They say history can repeat itself. Many think it doesn't actually happen. But sometimes it does. Similarities in motives. Similarities in actions. Just in a different context.

The earth is eons old. They know this. They've read the scars. Studied them. But this time, a scar reopened. And it's reopening the same way along the same lines cut there the first time. And now there's blood again.

Do any of the Princesses know something the rest of us don't? Do they know why this happened? If they do, they aren't telling. Maybe the time isn't right. Maybe no one is ready. Maybe they already have it under control.

Maybe that's why we're following orders.

We follow them with approval. We follow them with protest. We follow them with vigor. We follow them with hesitation. We follow them with pride. We follow them with resent. We follow them into the jungles. We follow them into the cities.

Just like how they were following orders.

We know not how nor why, but the works of their hands have been passed down to our hooves.

They say history can repeat itself. But it was never supposed to happen like this.

Friday...

A story of fields...

"All these folk workin' the fields... By Celestia, this kinda reminds me of home."

"Yup, walking around in the fields under the heat laden down by the heavy weight of work equipment... probably just like home. And definitely the long expanses of apple trees for me to sleep in as far as the eye can see."

"Yeah, Dash? Just try and sleep in a tree later. I dare ya."

... forests...

"Hey Twi, so, Everfree or this... place?"

"Rainbow, that's like asking whether you'd rather be in your own basement or someone else's basement."

"So would you rather be in your own basement with probably highly dangerous chemicals and science stuff but you know about it or... like, Pinkie's basement?"

"... Why Pinkie's basement?"

"Heh, because it's probably full of a million surprises that sometimes I'm not sure I'd like to find out!"

"Well, gee, a mystical, creepy forest with monsters and strange magic, or this jungle where I'm restrained and the dangers are basically normal beings with highly dangerous tools."

"Exactly."

"To describe this place so bluntly... I think it gives me more chills than the Everfree."

"'Least it isn't the heebie-jeebie chills."

"No, it's just plain fear-of-death chills."

... foxholes...

"Twilight, please tell me you have a spell to make these dreaded sleeping conditions a little more bearable."

"I would, Rarity, but casting a sleeping spell is likely to make me exert enough energy that I'd drop from exhaustion while leaving you awake very unsatisfied. On the other hoof, that actually sounds like a good idea..."

"N-never mind! I... I think carrying all this weight for an entire day is starting to get to me... good night, Twilight. Just here... in my cozy, barely-twin-sized bullet-resistant dirt ditch bed... really welcoming my beauty sleep..."

"Mpphmmff, good, now shut up and sleep already."

... friendships...

"I'm Redwood Heartbuck. That's Crystal Chroma. And over there's Coal Embers."

"Okay! Well, I'm- "

"And you're Princess- or, former Princess- Twilight Sparkle, and the Council of Six. Pleasure to meet you and be with you. Sincerely."

"I expect we'll be real good friends soon."

"I hope so as well. Welcome to the squad."

... and firearms.

"This here's the M14 rifle. Who's the sharpshooter? Or shooters?"

"That'll be Rares and me."

"Unicorn, yes, earth pony, no. Here. Take it."

"Wha-what?"

"I... alright then. It's a bit on the heavy side. But... for what it is, it does have a... an elegant wood finished, all things considered, being a weapon notwithstanding. A pleasing aesthetic overall. Clean lines."

"And it's accurate over 700 yards and is able to punch through jungle brush before still being able to punch through two targets. So as long as you can kill 'zelles with it, I don't care what you think of it. Now, next, because these guns are why you're here..."

ALL TYPES OF RAIN

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No to you because this-... This is the M60 machine gun. And since you're the strong pony, so I'm told and so I can see, you're carrying it."

"... Well I ain't complainin' no more. I think I like it already!"

"And that means your partner is Heartbuck right there. He'll carry ammo and spot you targets and help you out."

"I... uh, okay. Gotta make new friends anyways."

"Probably means you might share a foxhole with him- "

"Uh- "

"Hey, hey, we don't have to, right?"

"Don't think there's any rules sayin' it..."

"Well fine. You'll at least be next to each other through fields, forests, and firefights. So you better make good friends with each other."

"I can live with that. Got a couple of months ahead of us."

"If, you know, neither of us die."

"... Takin' our friendship off to a good start already, Heartbuck."