Chapter One: Just Another Raid.
Deep in space a lone pirate ship disguise as U.T.S. patrol ship and its crew are in warp jump to a colony planet called “Hoofeast 7” after the colony and a planet crasher ship went of the radar. Their orders were to investigate, but they were really going there to raid the ship and maybe even the colony. But they wouldn’t even imagine what they will find when they reached their destination.
“Hey Flash.” A voice called out while Flash Sentry, an engineer that was sleeping on the bridge. “Hey Flash!” Flash finally woke up after being shouted at by corporal Octimus.
“Jeez finally, I thought you would never wake up.” Octimus said. “Come on we’re almost there.”
Flash put his helmet on and sat in his designated seat. Then the captain of the ship came, a female Griffin named Gilda came to the bridge and said. “Alright everyone we’re here.” The ship exited warp jump to come to a dead planet with meteor debris surrounding the planet.
“So that’s Hoofeast 7, I still don’t know why prospectors colonize that Celestria for sake planet.” A blue mare with a white mane said while looking out of the bridge window.
“It’s a gold mine for resources oh ‘Great & Powerful Trixie.” Gilda said.
“Yeah, the captains’ right it holds; Coalium, Stalium, and Hoofinite.” Corporal Sentinel said to the blue mare.
“And that’s why we’re here.” Gilda said.
Then the crew saw the planet crasher ship that they were to investigate/raid.
“Wow that’s the U.T.S. Fillymora!” Octimus shouted. “The biggest planet crasher out there.”
“Wait a minute isn’t Flash’s fillyfriend stationed on the Fillymora.” Sentinel said putting hoof to his chin. “What’s her name, uummm oh Sunset Shimmer right?” Flash nodded.
“Don’t worry Flash we won’t hurt her or anyone except for security.” Trixie said. “Well unless something bad did happened.”
“Oh come on Trixie this is just another raid.” Octimus said. “It’s most likely a malfunctioning in their deep space communication system.”
“Alright corporal, take us in.” Gilda said.
“Roger that captain.” Sentinel said.
There ship maneuvered through the debris without getting hit. The ship was now getting closer to the planet crasher but then suddenly the Fillymora’s rocket defense turrets began shooting at them, the patrol ship took a few hits on the left side.
“What the buck!” Gilda yelled.
“Engaging maneuvers!” Sentinel said while flying, trying to avoid incoming rockets. “Launching dummy drones!” The patrol ship then launched small dummy drones (the DDs look similar to a grey cross eyed Pegasus we all know) for most of the Fillymora’s turrets to target them instead.
“That got to give us a breather.” Octimus said.
“Don’t speak so soon.” Trixie said seeing heat seeking missiles coming right at them.
“Oh horse apples!” Sentinel cursed seeing the HSMs. “Activating flares.” The patrol ship now shot out flares for the HSMs to follow the flares.
“Dam most of the dummies are destroyed!” Octimus said.
“Launching more dummies!” Sentinel said.
The same routine lasted for five minutes. And in that time the patrol ship was hit by 8 rockets and 3 missiles.
“Status report corporal!” Gilda shouted at Sentinel.
“The ship has taken 72% of damage, engines 2 and 5 are heavily damage, kinetic shields are at 26%.” Sentinel said. “And we’re running out of defenses.”
Things were looking bad for the crew of the patrol ship and the captain tried to think of options. She only had one option.
“We need to land on Hoofeast 7!” Gilda said. After hearing her they all looked at her (besides Sentinel) giving her a look of ‘WHAT’. “I know what you’re thinking but it’s the only option, Corporal.”
“Yes captain.” Sentinel said.
“When we enter the atmosphere I want you to launch all dummy drones and flares.” Gilda said. “And try to do an emergency landing by the colony’s space elevator.”
“What! Those missiles are still going to target us after the flares dies!” Trixie said.
“Octimus take control of the top rocket turret.” Gilda said. “Shoot down any missiles that are coming at us.”
“Oh yeah!” Octimus shouted then pulled up the targeting camera for the turret.
“Captain!” A crew member spoke in a com from the gravity control systems.
“What is it?” Gilda said.
“It’s the gravity system; they’re going to overAaahhh-.” The crew stallion was cut off after being killed by a blast.
“Dammit everyone buckle in!” Gilda yelled while she is buckling her seatbelt including, Flash, Octimus, and Sentinel. Then the gravity systems overloaded causing everyone that weren’t fast enough were now being tossed around the bridge hitting the walls, sealing, and any objects that were in their way. Then electrical wires came out of the walls swinging everywhere electrocuting any one that got hit. Flash saw one member being electrocuted to death that his eye balls exploded.
“Dammit I can’t control the turret from this panel!” Octimus said. “The only other panel that can control the turret is Flash’s.”
“Sentry, take control of the turret!” Gilda said. “Octimus give him a quick rundown!” Octimus nodded.
Flash took control and pulled up the screen seeing scours of missiles heading towards them.
“Alright Flash you just need to aim the turret at the missiles then shoot them by pressing the red triggers.” Octimus said. “It’s like riding a scooter.”
Flash then fired the turret destroying dozens of missiles in just a few seconds.
“Ah… not bad for a rookie.” Octimus complimented.
“Status report with those missiles!” Gilda asked.
“Flash is wiping out dozens.” Octimus said. “But there still a buck loads more coming right at us!” Then a missile hit the only turret the patrol ship had.
“There goes our turret.” Trixie said.
“Well at least there’s just one missile left.” Octimus said before it hit the ship.
“Ah buck!” Sentinel yelled. “That ONE missile just hit engine 5!”
“What do you mean?” Gilda said.
“We can’t do an emergency landing captain.” Sentinel said. “We’ll going to crash!”
That’s when the crew saw that their ship is going to hit the space elevator building. “Put up the bridge shield!” Gilda yelled. Then a metal shield covered the bridge. Before the ship hit the building, Gilda said one last thing.
“HOLD ON!”
