In an apartment within a private security base somewhere smack dab in the middle of the dangerous settlements of saddle Arabia
The room is vacant but evidence of occupation remain A cigarette left in an ash tray was still flowing a faint stream of smoke on a coffee table placed in front of a turned off television. Plastic ramen noodle cups,soda & beer cans littered the floor, kitchen counter and table tops of the small home.
Sounds of daily traffic, the racket of other security contractors both on and off duty loitering (simply waiting for something to happen) within and around the compound. Mechanics repairing armored vehicle's that were damaged in fast paced fire fights so fast the ambushes cease as fast as they start and the pop corn like pops of gunfire well heard through out the day.
There is a dark orange lighting in the cramped,stuffy home as the sun began to set.
The deceivingly surreal atmosphere of safety and silence in the home is broken with the crescendo of laughter and chatter. The entrance door bursts open and six individuals walk in- making themselves at home after a long day of transporting kitchen supplies to a foreign military base stationed in the city.
"You think when you till them to back off the first time they'd do it but nooo-"
Of the six the one who talked proceeded walking into one of the 3 bed rooms tucked in the back of a mini-hall way, continues on in a joking manner while removing his gear in privacy. another rushes discretly into the the only restroom of the humble abode located at the very end of the hallway while the other five settle in, placing their weapons at there preselected locations. Their daily routine was simple, wake up at 5:30, eat break fast and suit up for their jobs, out the door and get briefed on assignment at 6:00 either patrolling the area or assisting the occupying military with what ever they deemed necessary lunch at the local pizza hut then call it a night when ever the jobs finished.
"-Then the fucker had the audacity to stand his ground in the middle of the damn street!" looking barely out of his early 20's the young man walked out the hallway now dressed in a white shirt and grey sweat pants. standing in place at the entrance of the hallway, in front of him his co workers were settling in. For example: to his left the exit then the couch which now had 2 persons still in their work gear( their name patches sewn on their Tactical vests read "Keegan,Wingless" and "Joel,Tank killer") enjoying an alcoholic beverage and just simply relaxing on it. In front of the two co-workers was the coffee table which now had a light machine gun placed on it.
"I don't know jay, I say his actions was justified, not everyday you see a bunch of guys with guns driving around in armored cars behind your backyard near your kids...what would you do if you were him?" said wingless.
right after that moment the youngest one who beelined to the restroom sat in the middle of the couch, a goofy grin spread across his face. The youngest and only pegacillian in the group, his light brown wings protected by the bullet proof vest he was working on removing.
"Fuck you keegan you knew what I meant."
Casual as ever the one who was just insulted turned on the t.v before returning to his conversation with Jay.
"Just because we have weapons and armored cars doesn't mean we should expect civi's to bend over backwards for us, we have to stay on our toes because some residents aren't afraid to start a fight.."
"What ever I gotta use the Shitter so don't expect it open anytime soon mates."
Grabbing the latest issue of game informer Jay made his way to the restroom.
Shaking his head of minor disapproval wingless returned his attention back to the television screen, the news was on.
"Hey ash did you set it up?"
"It has a timer, i made sure to cut off time from the count down since he had those mojito's for lunch."
"Smart man, Fucker deserves what's coming after his "replacing lube with icy hot prank"
"eyup"
Despite the evidence the drakonian authoritys deny the existense of the controversal prisoner of war torture camps thus creating more tension between the Terrans and the drakonians war is a fearful possibility down the road ..
On other news There has been hot debate over the decision made by the Equistrian Diarchy, her royal majesty the solar princess Celestia made a public statement to her subjects.Stating that she has hired the assistance of a Private Military Company
to lend a helping hand on the security of her kingdom. Our senior analyst Explains.
And you would think a thousand years would makes her seem less attractive heh {notices that he's on} *cough, Cough*
Uhhmm Thank you linda , The fact that foreign contractors are conducting security operations for a kingdom that is pivotal to the worlds day and night cycles leaves surprisingly few-
A burly man with chestnut brown hair but with a greying beard snuck up from behind the couch with an opened cartoon of some kind of fruit substance reeling his hand to preform a back hand on one of the three unsuspecting television viewers.
*Smack * "Ow! What the fuck Will?!
"How many times to I have to tell you Joel to Stop drinking the fucking fruit punch from the damn carton? I mean what part of that don't you understand?"
Retaliating by rubbing the back of his head Joel casually spoke to piss off his assaulter.
"I'm sorry..After doing it for so long I thought you'd get the message that I choose to do it because I don't care."
*SMACK*
"Agh...real mature Will, reeall mature, when I get off this floor I'll-"
Ash nonchalantly interjected before Joel could finish his sentence.
"Just get back on the couch and watch the news, you know damn well we can't afford to replace the shit you fucktards destroyed the last time you beat the living hell out of each other"
With what ever pride Joel had left he reluctantly sat back on the couch attempting to shoot a glare and mouth off "another day"
But to no avail for he already disappeared to the kitchen.
"I'll rewind it for you."
"Thanks wingless."
-individuals seriously concerned, to know that the protectors of the equestrian people are motivated to do their job not for any kind of justifiable motivation other than a pay check.
Not to mention the dozens of royal solar guards laid off and out of a job in the metropolis of Mainhattan then the city's of Fillydelphia, Detrot, Clouds Dale, Applelossa ect ect. Excluding the royal palace guards of the capital city canterlot and the lunar precinct's of equestria they are safe...them lucky bat people. *cough,cough( looks like he feels this is the last time he will ever be on t.v ever again)*
While the details remain unknown for now it is obvious that the private military/security contractors will not replace but will actually co-operate with Celestia's and Luna's guards and take over local law enforcement through out the land.
Celestial her self has explained that this was a necessary action along with not forming a military and instead hire an internationally sponsored private military/ security firm.
While hardcore conservatives especially her royal majesty Princess Luna blatantly voices their averseness of the situation whom the majority of the lunar courts disinclination toward the subject was ultimately disregarded.
The leader of the detail was in the kitchen cooking the nights dinner quietly listening to the televised news before feeling his phone vibrate. Being in his early fifties you'd think he would've retire by then considering the risk of his line of work. (Don't worry you'll get the chance to meet the rest of the characters properly later in the story, )
Setting the heat of the stove on low he took out his phone to answer the call.
"Hello?"
*back to tv.*.
-other than the pro's being that merc-*coughs* Private Military/security contractors it saves the kingdom time, money in the long run, the possibility of equestrian lives being lost-
A thunder like explosion shakes the apartment briefly before wingless gave Ash instructions for sweet revenge.
"Hold the door shut!"
The duo was their 2 seconds flat, wingless rushed so much that he spilled his beer all over him self.
Between the gagging, words were near impossible to comprehend. The effort of Jays frantic attempts to escape were becoming fainter and fainter before a gruff authoritative pierced between ash's evil laughter.from the hall way entrance.
"For celestia's damn sake get the poor sod out of there he's suffered enough."
"Your the boss."
They both said simultaneously releasing Jay from his fowl smelling prison. Like a cat getting rid of a fir ball jay was half in his birthday suit gagging until regurgitating (I will spear you(the reader) the details ).
"What in the fuck is the matter with you two?!" Was all jay could work up to say as he laid on the floor in the fetal position wrethering in pain as the non-lethal riot stink gas went through his system.
"April fools?"
"April fools?"
Keegan and ash slightly surprised/ annoyed with each other that they thought up the same excuse and said it at the exact same time and pronunciation.
The detail leader obtains every ones attention,back tracking to the living room turning the t.v off.
-most of all they are expendable.
"Just got a phone call from the higher ups, we've been chosen as well as other details for a.."unique" job. Our contracts have been revised so pack up your personal belongings we're being relocated. Transports waiting and we have to leave leave in 9 mikes(minutes) so hurry up.
BOOOM
"Looks like that suicidal boom squad actually-"
"Shut the fuck up ash."
