Harmony's Defeat: Restoration

Initializing...
Target Host: Courage Tyler
Identification: Cobra Alpha Two Niner
Operation: N/A
Location: ESS Dark Moon
Mission Time: N/A
Transmission Begin...

“Courage! I think she’s coming through...”
Luna’s eyes opened timidly. I quickly got up out of bed and approached Luna’s bedside.
“Luna? Are you okay?”
“C- Courage? F- Fluttershy? Where am I?” Luna asked, her voice sounding weak and confused.
“You’re in the infirmary. You’re safe now” I assured her with a smile.
She nodded back slowly but with relief. She then looked at my busted arm with concern. My arm was in a cast and a wrap ran round my neck to hold my arm straight against my chest.
“Is your arm okay?” she asked.
“He is fine. Everyone is fine. I managed to patch them all up but they need a few days off to recover” stated Fluttershy, her voice sounding confident but at the same time caring.
“Okay, thank you Fluttershy” smiled Luna. “Courage, I dare say that I will be in bed for a while. I want you to take charge of my ship for now”
“Me Luna? I’m not even a pony and you trust me with your ship?” I said with confusion.
“Of course I trust you. You saved my life. And I can’t think of a more qualified replacement for me...” We both smiled at each other before she continued. “Speak to Twilight and analyse the data you sent; plan our next course of action and make the necessary preparations”
I stood up straight and saluted with my good arm, “Of course Princess! I’ll get right on it”
Luna grinned joyfully and then turned to Fluttershy, “Is Courage fit for duty?”
“Yes. Just as long as he is careful with his arm...”
“Don’t worry Fluttershy. I promise not to jump off speeding planes this time” I said with a chuckle.
“Okay good because you seem to do that a lot” smiled Fluttershy.
“I’ll get back to work then. Look after her Fluttershy” I said as I started to walk out the infirmary.
They both smiled at me as I left.

Things were a bit hectic right now. Nearly everyone was hurt from the last mission. Only Twilight’s team was unharmed. Russell and Liam had it worse with that Alpha thing kicking their asses. What was that thing? A robot or a guy in a suit. And it was so skilled with fighting. I was guessing it was a guy in a suit. A robot would have chosen the most efficient way to kill us but it chucked its laser rifles aside to fight hand to hand instead of just gunning us down. But it’s moves and walk were so rehearsed, so perfect; no man could have such perfect movement. It’s hard to say for sure. I just hoped that we would never see it again. I also haven’t heard anything from Gavriil since he left for his mission. I hoped he was okay. Gavril had a thing for not dying. I just hoped he wasn’t in any trouble.

Previous Transmission Recovered...
Connecting...
Initializing...
Target Host: Gavriil Gularin
Identification: Huskey Bravo One Four
Operation: Bunker Down
Location: Volokolamsk, Russia
Mission Time: 01:13:24
Transmission Begin...

“Good Bye Gavriil...”
This was it. I was finally going to die. I served mother Russia proud and I know that my actions have helped her get this far. I had a feeling that Russia would continue to live on. Her people are strong and proud, the americans will never truly understand honour and glory, and that is why they will never beat us. Never will they truly become people... but forever they remain savage monsters bent on domination.

The pistol clicked again as the Bravo prepared to fire. I was just waiting for the loud bang to follow.
“Stop!!”
I jumped as a loud deep dark voice echoed from behind us. Everyone turned sharply to the door, even the Bravo, and out from the dark corridor walked two dark figures. They were not human... From the darkness emerged two heavily armed dragon warriors: Fully sealed metal armour, laser rifles on their backs and both wielding a blood red energy sword.
“The humans are to be left alone... Leave now and you will be spared...” ordered one of them.
“Who do you think you are?!” demanded Jettison.
“That is not your concern...” replied the dragon warrior. His voice sounded very experienced. “...You will submit to my commands orders or you will die.
“Who exactly is your command? Discord is gone. Remember?” taunted Jettison.
“Who I take orders from is not your concern... Leave here or die...”
“I’m afraid I can’t do that... This equipment is mine and I’m not leaving without it...” frowned the President.
“This stuff is of property to the Russian leadership and it’s military. It does not belong to you” stated the dragon warrior with a tone of authority.
“You see this hand? It is mine... You see these tanks? They are mine!” implied Jettison insistingly and aggressively.
“That isn’t even a valid argument...” said the dragon warrior in bold confusion.
“Bravo! I’ve had enough... Take them down...”
“Yes sir” replied to super soldier with a completely human tone. It was a voice of experience and strength. A true soldiers voice.
The soldier lifted his foot off my wrist and walked towards the dragon soldiers. My team just stared at him as he walked away from us.
“Hay, doesn’t blood red mean ‘Elite’?” asked Crokov.
“This should be interesting...” expected Demetri, trying to get up off his sore back.

The dragon warriors threw back their arms as they activated their energy swords. Blood red energy blades shot out of the handles and the dragon warriors walked towards the super soldier.
“Surrender now or you will be taken by force” commanded the dragon warrior.
“I like force...” replied the super soldier.
The dragon warriors stopped and took an attack stance, “Then you shall have it”
The other dragon warrior charged in and slashed with his sword. The super soldier lent to the side to dodge, punched down the dragon warrior’s arm and then punched him in the back to knock him away. The dragon warriors were now either side of him. They both moved to slash at once. The super soldier ducked under them and the swords crossed each other with force. Before the dragon warriors could react, the soldier kicked away the first and then stood up to punch the second twice in the stomach. The dragon warrior he punched attacked back with a slash but the soldier spun round and knocked him forward into the other dragon warrior. Both the dragon warriors stumbled for a few moments but soon turned back to the soldier and charged.

I turned my attention away from the fight and stood up, holding my AK, and I turned to the president. The president was focused on watching the fight but soon he shook his head towards me after noticing my AK being pointed at him.
“W- What are you doing?!” he asked.
“What’s wrong Jettison? Things not going as planned?” I chuckled, giving an evil grin.
“Well I wouldn’t say not as planned...More of... not running on time...”
“Not running on time?” I lowered my weapon in thought as I tried to figure out what he meant.
I then caught something in the corner of my eye heading towards me. I turned my head for a look but I was punched in the face as I did. I stumbled and spun around, holding my face. When I looked up I saw a super soldier, this one being marked Echo.
“Another one?” I complained.
Jettison backed away to give his soldier room. The soldier threw a punch at me and I tried to dodge and counter with a punch of my own. He grabbed and twisted my arm, kneeing me in the stomach afterwards. I tried to punch again but he ducked under it, elbowed me in the armpit and then moved further behind me to elbow me in the back. I fell to my hands and knees in pain. Those guys could really hit hard if they wanted too. I quickly turned onto my back, the soldier drawing his knife and approaching me. I got up and drew my own knife, readying to fight.
“Okay you big galoot, come get it!”
He swung at me with his knife, I kicked his arm to the side and jumped forward to attack. He lent to the side to dodge and punched me in the side of the head. I swung round to slash his stomach but he beat down my arm and kicked me back. I tried to stab again but he knocked my knife from my hands and smacked me again. I looked up and he was swinging at me with his knife, right for my shoulder. I raised my arms to defend myself.
Suddenly I was side shoved by one of the dragon warriors and he blocked the knife with his sword. He then tilted his head slightly as if to talk to the other elite.
“Protect the humans!!” he ordered.
He then kicked back the Echo and engaged him in combat. I turned to look at the Bravo. The other elite was still trying to fight him. The Bravo soon noticed Crokov getting up on his feet. He kicked the dragon warrior away and moved to attack Crokov.
“Crokov watch out!” I called out.
Crokov was unaware and didn’t hear me. I quickly picked up my knife and threw it at the Bravo in an attempt to save Crokov. The Bravo turned to me as my knife flew towards him. He lent his head back and caught the knife just before it hit him. He then took hold of the blade and swung his arm back to throw it back at me. Before he could finish he got tackled by the dragon warrior again. The Bravo kicked him off and got up. I then ducked as the first dragon warrior flew over my head from behind. The echo moved to attack me again. He swung at me and I jumped back. I had no weapon to fight him with. He swung at me, all I could do was dodge and defend myself. I grabbed his arm a he swung and then tried to kick him in the knee. He just used his other arm to knock me away. He moved to attack again but Demetri came to the side and kicked him. Echo tried to swing at Demetri with his knife but Crokov came to help also, sliding in and tripping him up. Echo jumped up again, swinging his legs into Demetri who tried to attack from above his head, landed on his feet, punching away Crokov as he did, and then moved to attack me. He tried to punch me and stab me straight afterwards but I dodged his punch and grabbed his knife hand to block. Demetri then kicked him in the side and Crokov punched him in the back. He swung a punch at me but I just let go of his hand and dodged his punch. Demetri and Crokov both then kicked him away, causing him to stumble forward.

We all ran up close to the Echo and the Bravo, the dragon warriors taking position beside my team. Moskvin was now back up on his feet and by our side.
“It’s six against two! We can do this Comrades!” I encouraged.
“Agreed. Move together and coordinate our attacks!” agreed a dragon warrior in his deep dark voice.
We started to move in on the soldiers, Moskvin hesitating a little as he questioned one big factor.
“Is it not weird that we are fighting with the dragon warriors and not against them?” he asked.
The dragon warriors attacked first, swinging their swords at the soldiers aggressively. We moved in as back up. The soldiers dodged the dragon warrior attacks and began to fight back. I focused on fighting Echo. The dragon warrior tried to slash Echo’s stomach but he jumped back and pulled out his pistol. I quickly jumped forward and kicked the Echo before he could shoot the dragon warrior. The Echo missed his shot and the dragon warrior swung at him again. He jumped, ducked and then elbowed the sword handle from the dragon warrior. The dragon warrior’s sword flew to the side but we both continued our attack. The dragon warrior them a punch, the Echo aiming and shooting his claw as it swung up. His claw was forced back by the bullet and so the dragon warrior tried again with his other claw. His punch came from the side but Echo jammed his pistol into the warriors fist and fired, forcing his claw away. The Echo then swung his leg round to kick the dragon warrior away. The dragon warrior came back with another punch but the Echo just jammed his pistol into his throat and fired. The Echo then grabbed the dragon warrior and threw him to the floor. He stood on his chest and aimed to shoot him again but I quickly tackled him, forcing him to the floor and causing him to drop the pistol. He grabbed a knife that laid nearby and tried to stab me. I quickly jumped to grab and trap his wrist, stopping him from swinging at me. I grabbed his pistol and aimed at him but he pulled his legs up and pushed me away with a kick to the stomach. I quickly stood up and aimed the pistol at him. Before I could shoot, he launched the knife at me and it flew straight into my hand. I immediately dropped the pistol and held my hand in pain, the knife sticking through my palm, the wound gushing blood everywhere.
“Ahh!” I blurted out in pain. I looked up from my hand as the Echo approached me, He grabbed the knife at the grip and ripped the blade from my hand before punching me down and kicking me away with a hard kick the the stomach. I looked over my shoulder, the Bravo was just beating the others up with little effort. I look back to the Echo as he approached me, holding his knife high to stab me.
Bang!
A massive yellow light flew into the Echo and launched him into the wall by the vault door, which was almost 50 feet away from me, and exploded violently. I looked in the direction of where the light came from. A tank was driving out from the army of tanks and it was now aiming for the other soldier. It started to fire its machine gun at Bravo, not using the main gun as to not hit the others who were close to the Bravo. The Bravo looked up in shock and started to run to the side to get away. The Bravo tried to run for cover in the isles of tanks but the friendly tank fired the main gun at him before he could, causing a huge explosion at his feet and blowing him forcefully into the front end of a parked tank. The Echo got back up, his armour badly damaged from the explosion, and started to run at the tank. The tank tried to turn back but Echo threw a few pieces of semtex. The semtex became stuck to the tank's main gun, the hatch swinging open as Moskvin tried to get out before the tank exploded. The tank Exploded and Moskvin was blown away, crashing to the ground far to the side and passing out. The Echo was then tackled by a dragon warrior.

Something caught my eye and I looked to the vault door. A squad of American marines were evacuating the president.
“Oh no you don’t!” I called out as I jumped for the pistol.
I grabbed the pistol and started to open fire on the president. The president flinched at the gun fire and ran out the vault, the American marines started to return fire to cover his escape. Demetri walked up beside me, firing an AK back at the Americans.
“We can’t let him get away!” I yelled in anger.
Demetri held one hand down to offer a helping hand, still holding his AK handguard with the other. I grabbed his hand and pulled myself up.
“I agree...” he said, handing me his SR-2M machine pistol sidearm.
I took the weapon and we both moved for the vault door. The American squad had retreated but we did take down two of them. I looked back into the vault as I walked out, the dragon warriors and Crokov were fighting the soldiers.
“Don’t worry about them Gavriil. They can handle themselves. Now C’mon!”
I turned back to Demetri and we approached the ladder.
“We have to get him Gavriil. This could be our only chance...”

I climbed out of the hatch cautiously, holding up my weapon and scanning the room to make sure no one shot my head off. It seemed clear so I climbed up from the hatch and stood up. Demetri climbed out after me.
“Alright! Lets get moving!”
We both moved up to the door, put our backs to the wall and peered round the corner. At the warehouse’s main door, we saw the president and the last of the American squad exiting the building.
“There he is comrade!” I shouted.
We both pulled out of cover and walked into the warehouse, firing away at the president. The American soldiers returned fire but our surprise attack made them ineffective. The president managed to avoid our fire and escaped the building.
“Come on!” I ordered as I began to pick up the pace.
Me and Demetri quickly moved for the door and took cover by some crates. Taking fire from some random directions outside, we could see the president making his way for an osprey gunship.
“We can’t let him get away!”
“Move it!” I ordered as I stood up from cover and returned fire on the enemy.
We began to move out of cover and made our way across the grounds to intercept the president. Moving between the tents and trucks for cover. We ran out from between the last of the tents and walked onto the landing zone of the osprey. I looked over to the gunship as it began to lift off. The president hung out of the doorway.
“Better luck next time... ‘Comrade’...” he gloated, followed by an outburst of laughter.
I raised my weapon and took a few shots at him in anger but it was completely ineffective against the closing door. The osprey took off and left us behind, leaving us with a base full of American troopers.
“Damn it!!” I raged, thumping the air.
“Forget it comrade! We have to go!” insisted Demetri.

We turned around and watched as American soldiers advanced on our position, firing at us. I got down behind a crate with Demetri. Demetri used the crate as cover as he returned fire on the enemy while I sat down and lent against it, reaching for my radio.
“Command, this is Fury One, One. The Relief site has been compromised. Repeat. The site is compromised. The American’s have control of the bunker. Do you copy?!”
“This is command, reinforcements are still 12 minutes ou-”
“Negative! Negative! We don’t have that much time! The American’s will send back up before then! Our forces cannot compete with theirs! Requesting an artillery strike on the site, Full Spread!”
Command remained silent for a few moments. Demetri was still trying to hold back the enemy advance.
“Alright, we are authorising an artillery strike. Five minutes”
“Roger that command! Fury out!”
Demetri ducked down and began to reload again.
“What’s the news Gavriil?” He asked.
“Five minutes until artillery strike! We have to get out of here!”
Demetri got up and looked over the crates for a moment.
“How?! There are too many of them! We’ll never escape the blast zone in time!”
The rest of the team, including the dragon warriors, came up behind us, taking cover behind many crates as they returned fire. One of the dragon warriors approached me and took cover. I watched as he crouched behind our crate and fired on the enemy. He didn’t take any notice of me.
“I don’t know why you’re here or why you’re helping us but in less than five minutes my artillery will destroy this place. We do not want to be here when they do”
He ceased fire and turned his head to me.
“Then we must leave this place. How do we get out of here?”
“We’ll have to get out through the main gate. I dare say the Americans will have back up so our chances of escape are looking unlikely”
He looked at me for a few seconds, unable to see his face through the metal armour. It completely covered his head except for two small black areas where his eyes should be.
After a few seconds he nodded, “Lead the way”
I nodded in return and stood up, beginning to fire at the enemy with my machine pistol. We all began to advance against the enemy, making our way for the main gate. The American soldiers were well trained which made it hard to advance through their lines.
We got close to the main gate, taking cover behind trucks and crates as we moved in for it. I took cover behind some sandbags and reloaded.
“We have two minutes!” I called out as I slipped in a new clip.
I stood up again to fire, readying to make our final advance. But as I looked up multiple Abrams tanks came crashing through the fence gate at high speed and stopped immediately to fire at us.
“That’ll be the enemy reinforcements!” pointed out Demetri.
“What do we do now?!” panicked Crokov.
An Abrams took a shot at the guard tower nearby and collapsed it. We all got down to take cover from the shrapnel caused by the explosion.
“Is this the end?!” asked Crokov in Despair.
I peered over my cover to look at the Abrams. They were all slowly turning for us, readying to blow us away in one barrage. Suddenly they all started to take heavy machine gun fire and one exploded, blowing the turret off the husk. A chopper flew over our heads and came back around as it continued to fire at the tanks. The tanks tried to take it down with their main guns but they missed continuously.
“Not yet Crokov” I replied finally, smiling as I stood up from my cover.

Transmission Cut...
Mission Time: 01:26:37
Diagnosis: Host Migration in Progress...
Migrating...

Host Found...
Connecting to New Host...
Initializing...
Target Host: Pinkie Pie
Identification: Parti Twitch Four Two
Operation: Russian Rescue
Location: Volokolamsk, Russia
Mission Time: 00:42:30
Transmission Begin...

“We’re inbound to the target zone! Get on the guns! The LZ looks a little hot!” warned Exodia.
Exodia... What a weird name. I spent the whole trip thinking “Who would call a pony Exodia?” but then I thought “Well, she isn’t a pony. Maybe it’s normal for humans to have weird names”. Then I started to think, “Maybe it is ponies that have weird names and that humans are the ones with normal names”. Maybe we’re all weird and there is no such thing as normal! What if there is no such thing as normal?! Well that wouldn’t be so bad because being weird is what makes everypony special in their own w-
“Pinkie?! Pinkie?! What are you doing?! We need to man the guns!”
“Oh hai Rarity! I was just thinking about names and what makes a name normal!” I replied cheerfully because you know that you being cheery is always the best thing.
“Well can you focus please? I don’t want to get shot down again...” she complained as she mounted the door gun.
“Ooo! I crashed once! It was fun! Scary but fun at the same time! Scary fun! Like a rollercoaster!”
“I know Pinkie... We were all in the same crash. And I got really dirty from it” she complained again.
“Okay Rarity! I’ll get on the gun!” I grinned before bouncing towards the gun.
Rarity sighed.
“Alright Exodia! Take us in” Rarity told Exodia.

We began to fly over the place where we were going to save some people. People... Another weird word I can not get used to... Anyway! I grabbed the gun and aimed towards a small group of big thingy what-do-you-call-‘ems.
“Enemy tanks! Light ‘em up!”
Oh yeah! Tanks! I aimed towards them and fired the minigun! Weird because it’s called ‘Mini’ gun but it’s actually really big! I am starting to believe that humans ARE weird with naming things... So I fired at the tanks as we flew over them, destroying one as we passed. The rest started to fire back at us.
“Yay! I got one!” I cheered.
We came back around and I continued to fire at the tanks with the not-so-minigun. Rarity stopped firing (I didn’t realise she started in the first place. Are you actually proof reading this Mr?) and she started talking.
“Gavriil? This is Rarity. Courage thought you could use some help”
I started to hear Gavriil respond through our earpieces.
“Great timing Rarity! We only have 40 seconds, however, before an artillery strike takes out this place!”
“Alright, Exodia! Take us down in the cleary in front of the tanks”
“In front of the tanks?!” replied Exodia with lots of worry.
“Yes! We don’t have time to land anywhere else! Blades! Get the rocket launcher ready”, Rarity was bossing everypony around again.
Blades crouched next to me and opened the main door. (Again, I didn’t realise Blades was even here. Seriously Mr Writer? Are you paying attention?). Rarity opened the door beside her as we landed quickly on the ground. I fired on the tanks and Blades fired a rocket into the closest one. I managed to destroy a third tank but a few still remained. We were also taking fire from some humans that were by the tanks. A tank fired and it hit the ground in front of me, causing the helicopter to bounce back a little.
“Hay! That wasn’t very nice!” I pouted. “Hurry Rarity!”
I looked back to see some humans and dragon things climbing into the chopper.
“Alright! They’re in! Go!” yelled Rarity.
“On it!” replied Exodia.

Switching Host...
Target Host: Gavriil Gularin
Identification: Huskey Bravo One Four
Transmission Begin...

“Alright! They’re in! Go!” yelled Rarity.
“On it!” replied Exodia.
We began to take off quickly, the helicopter taking heavy fire from all directions. My team returned fire as we took off, Pinkie Pie still firing the minigun at the tanks.
“Sir! The artillery fire is incoming!” warned Crokov. “What do we do?! We’re still way within the area of effect!”
“You better hold on back there!” suggested Exodia.
Rarity quickly shut the doors with her magical powers and wrapped a hoof around the handles of the minigun. Pinkie Pie did the same but with both forehooves. I quickly moved to the cockpit.
“What do you plan to do?!” I asked.
“I’m gonna dodge the shells!” she replied, not sounding very confident.
I quickly grabbed the door frame either side of me as the helicopter violently lurched to the side. The helicopter then threw itself forward, the motion throwing me into the cockpit. I stumbled forward and grabbed the dashboard to secure myself again. I looked up through the glass to see a whole barrage of artillery shells raining down from the sky above us.
“Oh sweet mother Russia...” I said in despair, my mouth gaping in awe.

Switching Host...
Target Host: Rose Trisha
Identification: White Exodia Four Eighteen
Transmission Begin...

“Alright! Hold on tight!” I yelled.
I observed my dashboard closely, analysing the approach vectors of every shell and planning my every move carefully. Each shell was travelling at different speeds and I didn’t have time to work out all the equations. Everything after this was going to be based on random guesses and reaction time.
“Fuck!” I outburst in anger as I pulled on the flight stick, shells raining down from the sky all around us.
My chopper pulled sideways dodging a shell. I quickly pulled it back in the opposite direction to dodge the next shell. I looked back at the dashboard for a split second and then started to move the flight stick again. I pushed my tail out to the left to dodge another shell and quickly pulled it back in to dodge the next. A quick snap back to the dashboard later and I was pulling back on the flight stick to slow the chopper down for a second, a shell passing straight past the front of my chopper, scraping and sparking against the nose as it passed. I pushed forward again for a second before pulling back to the side to dodge more shells. I leveled us again and looked back to the dashboard for another moment. More shells were coming from above the tail so I tilted the tail to dodge another and then swung my chopper to the side to dodge another few shells. Another shell come from above the tail but I could not react in time to dodge. My chopper took a hit to the tail and the back end dunked down from the force. That hit threw off my game and we were hit by another shell straight afterwards, the main hull being the target this time.
We started to spin out of control, a large chunk of hull had been ripped from the tail and from the main structure on the left side. The power circuits to the tail rotor had been taken out and the rotor had stopped spinning.
“What is happening?!” screamed Rarity.
I tried to re-route power to the tail rotor by flipping the switches to the backup power routes but they were unresponsive.
“Damn it! Fucking thing! C’mon!”
I tried to flip the switches again and I even tried to re-route power from the other systems but nothing was working.
“Do something!” shouted Gavriil.
“Urgh! I’m trying!”
I bashed the dashboard hard out of frustration and suddenly a green light came on to tell me that the tail rotor was working again.
“Wow...” I said quietly with cheerful surprise.
I took hold of the flight stick again and tried to pull up as we spun towards the ground. I fought against the spin and slowly took control, still crashing for the ground. After a few more seconds I took control and pulled up, the chopper scraping against many tree tops as I returned us to the sky.

Once we were airborne again, I sat back and relaxed for a moment.
“Phew, that was close!”
Rarity soon trotted into the cockpit and started to speak.
“Contact Courage. Let him know we are okay” she asked.
I pushed a few buttons and opened up a channel with Luna’s ship.We waited for a few seconds for a response. A holo screen popped up from the dashboard as he answered our call.
“Ah! Gavriil. You’re alive. That is good” said Courage with please.
Liam was dancing in the background with a pickle on his nose, “You’re shit Exodia! I’m squidward! I’m squidward! I’m squidward squidward squidward!”
Gavriil approached the screen with a frown.
“I’m alive but we have a problem. The Americans are planning an attack on Moscow...”
“I’m squidward! I’m squidwa-” shouted Liam before being interrupted by Spike.
“No! You’re actually supposed to sound like him...” stated Spike.
“Oh yeah....” replied Liam... “I’m squidward! I’m squidward! I’m squidward squidward squidward!”
“Moscow eh? This can’t be good. Not only is that the only civilisation that hasn’t gone crazy but it also makes up 25% of the human population. We can’t let them take it...” said Courage with concern.
“Of course not... Can you help us?” asked Gavriil.
Courage nodded slowly but surely, “Of course but I’ll need some time. Me and my team need a few days to recover...” he said before slowly turning back to Liam who was dancing like a fucking retard, frowning.
“Don’t worry comrade, I have put off the American’s plans so hopefully you should have enough time to prepare”
“Alright that’s good. I’ll prepare Luna’s ship. A spaceship will surely give us an overwhelming advantage...”
“Alright comrade...”
“Rarity! I want you to go back to Moscow with Gavriil and help in anyway you can... Two unicorns will be a great help with the preparation of the defences and a pilot as skilled as Exodia could help you hold back the American forces with tactical air strikes...”
Rarity saluted Courage, “Yes Sir”
“Courage, I need your help over here. I’m having trouble with one of the ports...” said a voice in the background of Courage’s transmission.
Courage looked off screen for a moment and nodded to someone before continuing.
“Anyway, I must go. Good luck in Moscow... Courage out”
“You’re fucking shit Exodia!! Fuck you hoe!! I fu-”
The transmission cut halfway through Liam’s sentence. I hate that guy.

Transmission End...
Mission Time: 00:50:07
Mission Success...
Mission Debrief:
Gavriil’s team was successfully recovered and returned to Moscow.
Even though the Russians failed to reclaim their military hardware,
the Russian Artillery strike was able to prevent the hardware’s
capture by the Americans. Rarity, Pinkie, Blades and Exodia will
now make their way back to Moscow with the Spetsnaz and aid with
the defence efforts in preparation of a possible American attack.