(Commander Taylors office)

Taylors office was a simple army green office with a solid oak desk, a recliner chair behind the desk and two oak chairs in front of the desk, filing cabinets on one side of the room and a clock to top it off next to the door.
(Taylor's point of view)

I oversaw everything that was being packed for Wesker and Jim. Medical supplies, food, ammunition, the chopper and Wesker's request , Kevin accepted. The chopper was an USMC UC-1N but instead of the original mounted machine guns they were replaced with 30 cal chain guns. I also had a special present for Wesker : half an armored division with 4 M1 Abrams tanks and the other half is a squad of marines. I was surprised that these men volunteered to do this even though they didn't have to.
As the tanks were being loaded up into the C-130s along with the gear, Kevin arrived at the base, exiting the chopper that he was currently in and headed towards Commander Taylor. Kevin was about 6 foot tall wearing blue jeans and a army green t shirt, and combat boots with a knife in one of the boots. Kevin Adam Stringer, reporting in, went to the armory and getting the gear that he would need. Kevin asked for the M110 sniper rifle (scope is 12x) and a M4a1 assault rifle decked out with custom grip red dot scope with a attachable hybrid AQOG quick connect. The quartermaster gave him the guns that he asked for, Kevin already had his 2 .45 service pistols in his holsters already to go.
(Kevin)
As I headed towards Commander Taylor, I noticed that he was holding a suit that resembled a wing suit for gliding but this suit had two shotguns mounted. Taylor explained to me that I was going to get dropped first so get a perimeter set up so the supplies would be safe until Wesker and Jim could get there. I thought it would be simple, but in the back of my mind I hoped that Wesker would be there as I landed. I was also a little worried about these shotguns that were mounted on both sides of my arms. So I had one round in each gun and they fired at the same time..... ok...

Taylor told me to get into the first C-130 and I went in I saw a half a squad or marines, one navy seal whose name was Chris Huvar ( 6 foot 2 skinny, dressed in full gear but except the helmet instead he had just a plain hat which sat next to him) , I sat by him even though he didn't speak very much. All I got out of him was that the other 2 planes had two tanks (including tank crew) and supplies and ammunition for the two survivors, but strangely enough there were two green jeeps in this C-130 guess so that they could drive and evade the enemy quickly.) I laid my head against the cold metal frame of the plane and dosed off.

(Commander Taylor)

I watched as the planes took off one by one and the USMC UH-1N behind them following to the drop off point. Well there they go, I hope they can bring us some answers on where these dam blasted griffins are coming from.
As I watched the gray planes could be barely seen and I headed back inside the base to my office and took a few phone calls and filled out paperwork.

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(15 minutes till drop off location)
(Kevin)

Chris woke me up by scarring the shit out of me when he tapped my shoulder with his gun and it went click. "Please Chris, I know you're a badass mother fucker but please don't give me a heart attack," said Kevin breathing heavily as Chris laughed a little. I was able to calm down after a few minutes and the pilot announced that it was time for Kevin to get ready to drop in one minute.

The back of the plane started to open as I made my way towards the opening door. The pilot announced drop in 5....4....3...2...1...0... NOW and Kevin jumped and opened up his suit and dove into a steep descending to pick up speed and leveled out. (By this time the planes were dropping their payload and the marines and Chris jumped and eventually parachuted all the way down.) As everything started descending towards the open field next to the forest , the griffins started to appear over the horizon and Kevin saw still circling around the cargo still high up in the air protecting them, just as one of the griffins got close enough , Kevin got behind the griffin and with his hand he pulled the lever that shot the rigged gun. As the gun fired the griffin was soon engulfed in flames and fell to the ground, "Shit that was my only shot and it was one of those DRAGON BREATHS," now I need to land ..... not very easy since his parachute deployed over 3/4s as he was going down at a fast rate until he was able to get little control and landed into the hay field and hit the ground hard.

(Wesker )

I saw the planes drop off the equipment and the men in the field. "Jim let's take your truck and get over there and go get our support before the griffins do." Jim nodded, Wesker climbed in the back as Jim drove towards the field, were the men were, looks like we beat most of the griffins over here as the marines and Kevin had taken almost 15 griffins down and three of them were burning, but none of the griffins had any armor. "So the commander nor the captain was not here hmmm".

I walked over to the marines who were standing around reloading their magazines for their weapons. "Hey guys, I'm Wesker and this is Jim," Jim nodded and the marines listened.

"Hey umm what's with the tanks... I thought we were just getting marines?" Replied Jim.

"Nope" said one of the marine's whose name was Scott Bruhn. Scott carried an M60e4 and his side arm was an 1911, "they are going to be protection for the base that we are about to set up, all we are here for is to keep Taylor informed on the situation and protect this spot". "My fellow marines are here to help with the tanks, but I'm with you guys since you guys need a gunner with a big ammo belt".

"So those guys are here just to protect this base you guys are setting up, is this correct?" "Shit, this makes all our plans a lot harder now"..... I knew Jim was steaming in his head as he was turning red in the head. But since we now had a gunner in the group I felt safer in the event of an ambush, thought Wesker. "Also where is the chopper, that is supposed to be here?"

"I'm sorry," replied Scott, " but the chopper will be here later today, I assure you that." "We need to get all these supply crates to the base is going to be." Wesker nodded in agreement.

Scott, Jim, and I went through the field moving the crates of supplies that had gone off course while the marines started to set up tents for the base and the tank crew positioned the tanks around the base so that if they were ambushed they had protection on all sides. Within four hours over 3/4s of the base had been fully set up. Crates were everywhere now lining the tent walls but it was neater than before. The radio room was about the size of a closet once all the electronics were put together. In another tent this green tent had four small metal bunk beds and a rug that had covered the entire ground under the tent. (Truly amazing how they can pack all this into small but long crates.)
While Kevin, Scott covered Jim and Wesker as they tied electrical wires to a nearby house to get power to the base and shut the unused breakers off. They were all still surprised that this area still had power, but for how much longer? They were going to save the generators for later when the power finally went out. Once the home base had power they moved the two jeeps and the Jim's truck to the front of the base.

Chris greeted them at the entrance, "Wesker, Taylor told me to give these too you," hands Wesker a 10 gauge shotgun with a .50 cal ammo box filled with red shotgun shells with N stamped on them.

"Umm, thank you Chris, what kind of shells are these?" I looked at Chris confused.

"Those are shells are called Dragons Breath, be extremely careful when using these, shoot in front of you and make sure your at least 15 feet away from the enemy when using these, otherwise you'll find out for yourself." He walks back in the base camp, main operational tent and goes to a lab top.

Hmm, "I'll save these for later". Putting the ammo and gun in the truck, then climbing into the truck, followed by his team and they took off into town. (Wesker)

"Wesker, we are going to need food and fresh water, are there any places where we can get these supplies in town, " asked Scott?
They had supplies to last till the next drop off but they were thinking it would be a better idea to have extra supplies on hand just in case something were to happen. Wesker nodded in agreement and the men took off towards the partially destroyed town.

(Inside the City Limits)

(Griffins, Captain Gilda)
As the humans entered the town they were greeted with an unexpected surprise, about twenty of my best griffins stood there side by side all holding a square shield and a spear. We stood fearless as the humans approached us.
I stepped out of the shadows as the humans in their magic carrier stopped and they pulled out their stick looking objects and waited. This standoff couldn't last forever, even though we outnumbered them almost four to one.

"I am Gilda, Captain of the griffins, which of you killed my fellow soldiers and killed my second in command, Captain Ogle?" She hissed at them at the men looked at themselves. "I grow impatient of waiting." Her yellow talons were tapping the hard pavement road. We had to wait for about five minutes till one of them came out with a wooden stick. "This should be easy my griffins, he carries a wooden stick," laughs.

"Hey Scott", Wesker said silently, "please pass me my 10 gauge shotgun and load those new ammo into it and I take a few extra shells." I looked around looking for possible places to get to if everything turned to shit. Scott handed me the gun and some extra shells. I stepped out of the Army colored Jeep and took a few steps towards the enemy, my friends knew not to shoot unless I told them to. (All I had on me was the shotgun, and my .357 Mag, what could go wrong and besides I had an idea.)

As I got closer to the griffins, I watched them snarl. When I was about halfway between my friends and the griffins, when one of the griffins in the line jumped in front of me. "You're not scarring me, what's your name griffin?"

"The names Shatter Wing," he replied. He was dark brown, his head was white, his orange talons were a blood soaked color. "Prepare to meet your maker as our army kills off your species and claims this world as our own." Flapping my wings, I flew up into the sky and started to descend towards the man who was called Wesker.

I saw that the griffin named Shatter Wing was attacking so I raised the shotgun and waited as the griffin grew close enough and I pulled trigger and to my surprise I was pushed over from the blast of the gun and I saw that the griffin went straight down and it was on fire. .... "Oh wow Dragons breath rounds, I thought Chris was messing with me." .... Evil grin appears. Yells " THIS IS MY BOOM STICK, DO NOT TOUCH BOOM STICK , FOR BOOM STICK WILL MAKE YOU LIKE YOUR FRIEND OVER THERE..... DEAD!!!!!!!" My friends were laughing at me as I said that. Too bad the griffins scattered in fear as their friend was still on fire.
Jim drove the Jeep up and picked up Wesker and as he got into the Jeep, the griffins were regrouping and they were all flying towards them wooden spears on one hand and the shields in the other hand. "Drive Jim Drive," yelled the men. They shot only when the griffins were close enough for the shotgun ammunition to be effective, Scott, in the mean time had his M60e4 on top of the cab firing at the griffins and bullet casings were flying everywhere, he was doing good until Jim had to make a sharp turn, causing Scott to lose his balance falling back into the back of the Jeep.

"Ouch," replied Scott.

"Sorry Scott but I can't hit these dead bodies or we have the possibility of flipping or blowing a tire, and I don't know about you guys but I don't want to be out here now changing a tire and being defenseless while changing it", saying Jim nervously.

The men drove down the abandoned road now waiting for the griffins to start attacking or ambush them. But surprisingly they never did, find anymore.

(Gilda) (Back at the Griffin HQ)

"Grrrrrrrr, what in the hell was that magical thing that took out Shatter Wing." I wondered, I've seen no presence of magic until now and my troops are shook up but we have to progress no matter the cost. I saw that big beast had dropped those four men; supplies and more beast with men standing on them waiting. I dug my talons deep into soil in the town center garden. The coolness of the soil felt good on my talons. Talking to herself out loud, "as long as we can hold the town center my troops can still enter through the portal through their town statue. But now seeing that these humans do indeed have some magic properties and some beasts that they can control this might slow down our progress." "You, Private Sharp Claws, go tell those DAM PONY PRINCESSES, back in Equestria, that we are having some problems over here and that they have the option to send the main army already, or hold off for a bit and get their armies prepared for this gory glorious war." Sharp Claws finished writing the letter, and Gilda left her alone.
Sharp Claws went and showed the two guards who were guarding the portal the Gilda's seal and the guards moved letting her pass. Gilda was in their homemade base which was a parking garage that was particularly destroyed on one side leaving only two ways in, through the front and the top floor. Their base was just mostly a huge fire in the middle of the floor being fueled by wood that was scavenged throughout the city, there were also huge hammocks that some griffins were sleeping in. Lastly in the basement section there, they held the their dead comrades with a black cloth that covered each one of them until they were able to be taken back to their homeland back in Equestria.

(Wesker) and the other three

"Ok Jim, I think we are ok for the time being, I haven't seen any griffin resistance in the past few minutes." Jim nodded and started to slow down to a stop in front of the HEB. "Hey why don't we grab some meat if it's still any good and have a Bar Be Que?" Everyone agreed and we all got out and grabbed some carts, we still carried our guns inside.
(Inside HEB)
Once everyone got inside they all split up with their list of what they each needed to get and surprisingly the store's generator was still running. The store was almost a complete mess, almost everything was on the floor, at least there were no dead bodies. With all the lights out but a few florescent fixtures with one bulb on, (emergency fixtures are battery equipped and one bulb will stay on till the battery dies completely.) Even that light was not the greatest at this time but light was light and we weren't going to complain.
I went to the meat department with my two carts and started piling all the steaks, ribs, and other various meats that they had on the shelves into one cart. The other cart I filled with bread and many different Bar Be Que sauces and moved them to the front of the store.
Kevin went with his two carts and filled one cart full of beer and liquor and the other cart full of Pepsi and Mt. Dew as well as Cokes and Dp. (Kevin knew that Wesker didn't drink alcohol so he did this out of a nice jester.)
Scott filled one cart full of Cigarettes and the other full of various chips and dips.
Jim, he grabbed 2 pits and a ton of charcoal and loaded them in the back of the Jeep.
As everyone went to the front they soon realized that they could not take everything with them in one trip, but within a few minutes Scott had an idea that was stupid, but it might just work. He grabbed the rope from the back of the Jeep and he tied all the carts together then tying it to the jeep.

"Go slowly," said Scott, "I don't want to lose any of this now."

"Ok Scott," replied Jim eagerly wanting to get back to the new camp fast.
While it only took Scott an hour and about fifty foot of rope, to align and tie the carts to the back of the jeep to make it look like a makeshift trailer with the food and drinks still in them. By the time they were ready to leave, the sun was already heading down , it was almost 7:30 P.M. As Jim drove the jeep slowly back to the camp, Wesker and Kevin cleared the roads of the debris, and putting what was left of the human remains to the side of the street nice and neat, same for the limbs and building material that surrounded the area. It was about 9 P.M. when they finally got back to the camp which was really dangerous since they couldn't see the griffins like they could during the day.
When they got to the camp, the marines stationed at the base helped them unload everything and started the pits and went back to their posts. Wesker was on one of the pits putting steaks on and cut a shotgun shell and poured the gunpowder onto the steak and flipped it into the fire, The fire rose up and engulfed the steak, Wesker called it, NUKING the steak. (It did taste pretty good once you added steak sauce to it.) Jim and Kevin were setting up the tables with the food and drinks in a huge bucket filled with ice. The camp smelled like gun powered steaks and cigarettes since most of the men smoked. With happy men eating and drinking sodas, the men had to take shifts so that the guys in the tanks could eat, since there always needed to be on the lookout for the enemy.

As Jim, Kevin and the rest finished cleaning up from the huge dinner, a spotlight in the sky was appearing and also gunfire with it. "Everyone attention unidentified object is firing in the distance," yelled Wesker. Men ran with their guns ready as the approaching object was so close that it was clearly identified as the chopper that Commander Taylor promised.
The chopper stopped firing just as a makeshift landing pad was made from the glow sticks which the marines had just put out. The chopper landed on top of the glow sticks and the pilot started to shut off the chopper. There was something wrong, there were only two people, not three on the chopper one was the pilot and one gunner, but there was two guns, one on each side and there was no way he could be able to shoot both guns at the same time, plus accurately.

Wesker walked up to the gunner once the propellers stopped moving. "Where is your other gunner?"

"That flying beast thing got him." Tossing Wesker the pistol he had which all six shots of the revolver was already used. After receiving his gun back he and the pilot went into the base where they were able to get some of the left over steaks and what was left over from dinner.
Wesker went to one of the lab tops and one of the marines helped him get a hold of Commander Taylor, by leaving him a email,
Commander Taylor,
Thanks for the chopper, we all appreciate it, it's sad that I have to report that one of the gunners didn't make it, apparently one of the griffins got a hold of him and took him by the head killing him instantly.
We ran into about 20 griffins when we were closing in, trying to get into the center of town... It appears that they are trying not to come over in that direction, so tomorrow morning me and the crew are going to walk over there stealthy since the Jeeps make too much noise.

Wesker Out.

Author's Note

Well everybody reinforcements have arrived, Gilda is extremely pissed because she had to send the messenger to the Commanding pony princess.
What is the motive behind the mass slaughtering of humans by the griffins for?
What does the Equestria ponies have in this?

If you find any spelling errors please let me know about them.
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Thanks for reading and hope to have the next chapter done soon.