Badass Story About these Marines who get sent to Equestria [Temporary Name]

~Part 2~“FLASHBANG!”

My ears were ringing. I could see nothing. The ringing was broken by a low pitched sound, like a bass drop in a Skrillex song, followed by more ringing. The bright white I was constantly seeing faded, and I could see again. We were lying in a field as if we had just fallen from the sky. I stood up, and, although i was extremely dizzy, I managed shouldered my rifle. When everyone else’s dizziness wore off, we walked to a nearby tree to shield us from the sun and figure out what to do first. We all pulled out our packets and began to read. The introduction was friendly: “If you are reading this, then you have successfully traveled to another dimension!” Once we were done with the first page, we all did what it specifically asked us to do.

Ed’s first objective was to find a vantage point and take note of distances and landmarks in the surrounding area. The scientists’ jobs were to take note of everything they could. My first objective was to set up a safe perimeter around the area based on Ed’s observations. As I began looking around, Ed yelled down to me from the tree.

“There’s an orchard of some sort about 1.5 klicks west of here. I think I see a flag about a klick beyond that.”

“My instructions say to head towards any civilization once the scientists are done collecting any data, so lets head over there in, say 5 mikes.”

“Check. On your go.”

We used what we had learned in SOG training to ensure that everything we did, we did exactly as intended. After the scientists finished gathering their data, we moved off. I took point, Ed watched our backs, and the two scientists stayed in between. We had no idea what kind of weapons training they’d had, so we ensured that they kept their guns with safety on, concealed in their holsters. After about 20 minutes, we reached the town. We were still about 150 yards away, however, so we could tell no great details.

As we began walking into the town, we noticed that the indigenous population were of a horse-like species. We were dumbfounded by this, thus letting our guard down. Huge mistake. Just as we began to lower our weapons in confusion, we were surrounded by them. About 9 of them surrounded us, armed with spears and swords (which seemed to hover in front of them), and protected by gold armor, similar to Spartan armor. One of them stepped forward. “Drop your weapons! Your kind is a threat to our way of living! If you do not go back to the place from which you came, we will be forced to engage you!”

We hesitated. We had no idea who these were, if they were important or not, or what our RoE’s were. We stood there, looking at eachother. I know for sure that they were ready to attack, but I can’t say that we were ready to defend. Suddenly, we all heard a cracking noise just as one of their skulls was split, blood splattering into the air.

FLASHBANG! I heard from a distance. Ed and I were trained against these, so we quickly covered our eyes with the inside of our elbows. After the bang, we saw 2 other humans running in, taking down the guards as quick as a flash. One of them yelled at us to get back and pointed at an open doorway. Ed and I grabbed the scientists, who, along with the guards, didn’t cover their eyes, and were therefore temporarily blinded by the flashbang. When we were in the building, we heard the shooting stop, and the other humans came running back in the room, slamming the door shut behind them.

“You guys good?” One asked us.

“Yeah. Thanks for that.” Ed replied.

“No problem,” the other began to speak, “The Royal Guard can be a Royal pain in the ass. These ‘ponies,’ as they call themselves, think that humans are here to ruin their way of life. They never even gave us reasoning, they just started killing us. We started out with 6 guys, now its just us 3. I’m Martin, this is John,” The other soldier wove as he took a large gulp from a water bottle, “and the sniper who took out at least 4 of the guards in Mark.”

We introduced ourselves. These 3 humans we encountered were, what was left of, the first expedition. They told us that the building we were in was compromised, and that we had to leave. We got out through the back and followed Martin to a new building. “We move from building to building. It keeps the guards confused for now, but soon, they’ll be on to us.”

Another pony walked through the door in the back of the new building. “You guys need to keep it down. The guards are going to find you in no time if you kill an entire patrol every other day.” She said. The pony’s name was Rainbow Dash. She agreed to help Martin, John, and Mark when everything started going south for them. It turned out that, 2 months before, there was a large explosion in another city, and it was blamed on humans. It killed 35 ponies, and completely decimated 4 buildings. The day after that explosion, the guards showed up at the human’s doorstep and killed the first one to open the door. 2 more were in the room, and they were killed, too. Martin & John were in the next room relaxing, but they heard screams, so were able to fend off the guards. Mark came to their rescue with a single M67. it was the day after that incident that Rainbow Dash, a friend of them, decided to stick with them and be their eye in the sky, literally and figuratively. She reported anything that could mean harm to the humans and kept watch whenever she could. When she couldn’t, Mark is a Navy SEAL sniper, highly trained, and could stay awake for 2 days straight with one cup of coffee. Rainbow Dash became an imperative ally for the remaining humans.

We stayed in this building for the night, but in the morning, there was a knock on the door. Luckily, Rainbow Dash had come in early to help with anything we needed help with. She opened the door to find 3 royal guards asking about the incident. They asked if they could search the building. Rainbow let them in, but not before tapping a beat on the wall that told the others about the guards. John, Ed, Martin, and I were sitting in the next room, each with a cup of coffee in our hands. Hearing the tapping, John and Martin sat up.

“SHIT.” They both said simultaneously. We all grabbed our guns, flipped the couch we were lounging on and took cover behind it. I knew guns would be too loud, giving us away to the guards that were sure to be roaming the streets after yesterday’s incident, so I told everyone of my plan. I pulled out my 8 inch SOG knife and hid next to the entranceway. Martin did the same on the opposite side of the entrance. The first guard entered. Martin reached around its neck with his elbow, pulling the pony guard to the side before jamming his blade into the guard’s throat. The other guard came to investigate, and before it could see anything, I spun around the corner and used my arm to force his head towards the floor, revealing a weak spot between his helmet and backplate, where I planted by knife, severing his spinal cord.

We dragged the bodies around the corner and hid them under blankets. Martin spoke into a radio “Bravo hideout is compromised. We gotta get the hell out of here.”

I could hear a response: “Got it. I’m coming down. I got the HVI’s.” It was Mark, upstairs with the scientists.

John kicked open the back door. We went into the alley behind the house, clearing every corner before moving up. When we reached a major street, we were able to get a good look at everything. “How’s it look Romeo Delta?” Martin spoke into his radio. He then passed me and Ed similar radios. They were the ones the other humans were carrying when they were killed. “We got one for each of you. HVI’s will have to go without.” We installed the radios to our packs just in time to hear the response from ‘Romeo Delta.’

“Not good. At least 25 guards on the street. I don’t know how you will get by.” She said.

“Pop smoke!” John yelled to Mark, who took out a smoke grenade, pulled the pin, and tossed it into the street. “Flash out!” John threw another flashbang so as to stun other guards who might be able to see us as we went into and out of the smoke. “GO, GO, GO!” We filed out of the alley and sprinted into the smoke. Guards were yelling left and right to go to the smoke. But once again, John was prepared. He dropped remote detonation charges across the path we had just run. When we were all safe in the alley across the street, he detonated them. “PUNCHING!” He yelled to us as he hit the top of the clacker with his wrist. The street illuminated in large balls of fire excreting from the charges’ locations.

We ran through the alleys, following Martin’s every step. “Guard, nearing the end of your alley!” Someone said over the radio. A guard knew our plan, so he ran to the end to meet us with a spear. The guard burst from around the corner, spear hurling towards Martin. He held up his M4 and locked the spear in the carry handle on top and spun his rifle, tossing it to the ground, effectively breaking the guard’s magical grip on the spear. With his right hand, he unsheathed a knife he kept under his arm and swung it at full force towards the guards throat. Seeing this, the guard reacted quite quickly, grabbing the knife with a magical aura, and broke Martin’s grip on it. Just as the guard thrust the blade at Martin at full force, I drew my 1911 and shot. The first bullet, miraculously, struck and broke the knife, doing only minor harm to Martin’s flesh. The second pierced the guard’s eye, sending a crimson mist in all directions. Martin stood up, dusted off his vest, nodded to me in thanks, and shouldered his weapon.

We ran straight out of the alley and headed towards a forest. We kept running until we were a good 70 feet into the forest. It was dense and dark inside, perfect for hiding from the guards. This is where we settled down for the time being. Mark and Ed took up positions in trees so they could watch the entrance of the forest, which was barely visible. The rest of us rested.

“The ponies shun this ‘Everfree Forest.’ They say shit about it being haunted or something. Makes it the perfect place to hide out until things calm down.” John said, sounding very confident.

“We could probably stay in here for days. Birds fly above. Easy targets, really. There is a stream that flows not far from here, and it’s a perfect water source.” Martin added.

I looked over at the scientists. “You guys still got that brief case?”

“Shit. It’s upstairs in the last place we stayed at.” Jerry said.

“Fuck. Think we can retrieve it?” I asked John and Martin.

“Not us, hell no. Rainbow might be able to. Wait until dark. We’ll lend her a pair of NVG's. She can slip in, grab it, and fly that shit over here.” John proposed, “What’s in there, anyway?”

“Our way home.” After I said that, Martin sat up, excited.

“And it works?” He asked.

“They said they tested it, so I assumed it works.” I added.

“Lets get that briefcase.” John was excited, now, too. He was rubbing his hands together as if devising some evil plot. He got on the radio, “Hear that Rainbow? You gotta get that briefcase, tonight.”

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