Supreme Commander: Equestrian front.

Bio-hazard

Ross sat in the dark of the ACU his wrist watch chimed as it hit midnight and reset to "0:00"

Ross slowly took a sit from his canteen the cold water numbing his lip's. He was changing he knew it. "Cold...Killer... Evil .... Murderer... Murderer... that was one of the common ones... the way he had been described by prisoner's taken from the battle filed."

Ross looked up at the star spangled sky thorough the hatch. He was't going to sleep...not to night.

Luna walked through the gardens of the castle. Some of the strange iridescent flower's that opened at night glowed dully in the flower bed's.

As she walked her eye was drawn to a strange shape standing near one of the fish pond's. "Who's there! Identify your self!"

"Leftenant-Commissar David Ross. Of 68th." Ross turned his gas-mask lenses reflecting the glowing plant's.

"O David you startled me." Luna let out a sigh of relief and dispelled the magic in her horn "What are you doing hear at this hour?"
Her curiosity was aroused.

"My apology's Luna." Ross bowed his head. "I was out hear...contemplating."

"If I may ask what where you contemplating?" Luna walked up to Ross and she come level with his head she cold see a twinkle in the black depth. "Me...this world... It's changing me I never take my mask off unless I'm sleeping, use to hardly smile I...I was cold... Now...I smile and go around with out my mask I have a few friend's already."

Luna was confuse "And that's not a good thing?"

Ross looked at the flower's "Yes and...no...yes I'm becoming a more feeling person, happier and all that and no what if there is a side affect of this sudden change? Like I have a cancer in my brain or something?"

Luna closed here eye's and her horn glowed as she recited a spell in her head. She could not find any thing obvious.

"From what I can find there is nothing wrong with you... but if you want you can always talk to me confidently..." She gently stepped up to Ross and slid his gas-mask up reviling...even in the early light of dawn.... his ghostly white face. "...that need's to stay off as much as possible. Please. For me."

Ross gave a small and soft smile. "Yes...Luna."

Ross looked at her the sun just over her shoulder starting to glow from it's possession behind the horizon.

Luna smiled as a blush formed over her check's "Ross your staring am I that pretty?"

Ross gave her another smile "Sorry Daughter o-... Luna"

Celestia looked at the report infrount of her "Has this been verified?" The scout caption nodded. "I saw this my self."

Celestia sat there on the throne. "Summon Lieutenant Ross. Immediately!"

Ross was in the Briefing room demonstrating the new rifle to the members S.O.H.U.

Ross held the rifle up.

"This is the Martini-Henry Mk IV. Note there is no safety. It uses as drop block mechanism and is operated as such."

Ross pulled the handle down and showed block dropping into the rifle and reviling the end of the chamber.

"With these weapons you should be able to hit a target at eight hundred yard's."

The pony's looked at each other's a look of awe on each faces. Crossbow's where fortunate if they hit there target at 150 yard's at the most and then they where luck if they hurt anything.

Ross pulled two Order chest plats out from under the desk, one was shot at point blank with a cross bow and the other was shot with a Martini at 500 yard's.

"Note the cross bow bolt entered the armor and stoped roughly a inch..." Ross held the armor up with the bullet hole.

"...and the Martini rifle at five hundred yard's... clean through.

The door banged open and Ross found a scout caption.

In a crop of tree's near Canterlot was where the S.O.H.U was lead after Ross had given Big Mac and Applejack a crash corse on there new charge.

The bunker was seat in the bottom of a hollow in the wood's. The old leves formed a brown and crunching carpet.

Ross looked at the heavy door with the strange sign on it "Any idea?" Moonlight asked looking at the door as well

"Maybe..." Ross turned to his team "Non of you are to follow me even if something happens got that?"

"YES SIR!" they all responded Ross gestated Moonlight over and keeled down his trench coat splaying round him.

Moonlight looked at the door "What do you think is in there?" Ross looked over his shoulder to the hand picked team.

Macintosh was sat closes the frame that held the two mini-gun's set on ever side of his body pointing up into the sky "Private Macantos come hear please." "Eeyup."

He slowly stood and walked over "Right this doesn't go out side this small talk OK? I think this is a teasing facility but it's what may be inside that worry's me..." The two pony's looked at each other. "... Macantos you and you sister are to cover the door after I enter Moonlight you sort the team out I need to get ready. "Yes Sir" "Eeyep...Sir" "Forget the sir Mac."

Ross pulled on his gloves then fasten them to the sleeve's.

Then siting down on the dirt he tightened the putty's to the point it almost hurt and he was sure there was a seale.

Ross then pulled on the gas mask and made there was a seal where the gas-mask meat the collier of his coat.

Next his webbing followed. The stick grenades fixed into there holder's, bayonet in it's sheath, shovel on his back and the attached pouch's some swollen from the ammo held with in other's with vital kit.

"Ready Ross?" Moonlight asked as Ross snapped his shot gun closed "Yes Sargent" Ross's muffled voice replied and moved towards the door." How are you getting in?" Moonlight asked watching Ross as he press at the top of the door then the bottom with his foot "Like this" he planted the muzzle of the shot gun where he judged the lock was and fired.

The door swung in and every pony cringed as a horrific smell meet there noses. There was a deep echoing of the gun's retort and the door slamming into the wall Ross opened the shot gun and swap'd out the spent cartridge

"Mac If anything try's to get out that an't me send it to oblivion" Mac bit down on the prime button on the controls in front of his mouth and the two gun's spun up to full speed in a instant then fell still "Eeyep."

Ross turn'd to the dark door way as he entered the pitch black he pulled two devices out of a pouch of the webbing and twisted them into his eye leases of the gas-mask.

As Ross went deeper into the bunker the devices activated and the corridor was revival'd in the sickly green of night-vision.

A few step's in Ross sank a bit. Looked down to find there was a few inches of something on the floor. "O Jesus what is this..."
Ross continued into the darkness now a slight squelch of whatever under foot as he walked on.

Soon there was a flight of step's and Ross descended into another corridor this one was much wider with door's spaced every few feet along the corridor.

His attention was cough by a gurney in the middle of this corridor with something covered "You better be dead." Ross muttered as he slowly creep'd toward's the gurney. As he reached it Ross pulled the bayonet from his webbing and with the point slowly pulled the dirty and stained sheet back.

The pink and long main was dirty and tatter'd. More of the sheet was pulled down. The shaven and plucked Pegasus was revival Ross was discussed by what had been done.

Parts a been hacked off and replaced the face was a mash of flesh and metal the cheek's had been sliced off reviling all the teeth and the jaw had been seat in a deathly grin.

One eye had burst and the thick goo had drooled down onto the metal table the body was thin and emaciated he could see every bone. Ross gently prodded it with the point of the bayonet hoping not to get a response. All he got was a hiss of escaping gas from the bloated corp's. Sick fuckers what did they do to you... Ross pulled the sheet back over the body. "Celestia and Luna take you."

Ross slipped the bayonet onto the muzzle of the shotgun and proceeded with gun raised and safety off.

There was a scattering noise as he slowly walked off it sounded like it was coming from ahead along with a dripping sound other than that the place was silent.

All the door's where barely open but it was enough to see each held a form of mutilation. The last door was wide open Ross didn't pay it any attention not wanting to see it's content's.

He was directly opposite it when he saw there was a pony silhouetted in it he didn't think he thrust the shotgun into it berrying the bayonet deep into it's neck with a fleshy sound and a hiss of gas.

Ross looked into it face. It's milky eye's stared back as it smiled the smile it was given looking down Ross found it's leg's had been replaced with mechanical devices that held it upright. Ross looked back up to fined it's head had moved slightly he unsure If it was the body reacting to the blade that might of nudging a bone or something.

With a sharp jerk Ross pulled the blade free of the things neck.

There was a clatter of something ahead and Ross trained his shot gun onto it. Nothing. Taking a deep breath Ross keep advancing along the corridor.

He finely came to the last door on that corridor. He didn't want to open it. Ross for once of the few times so far in his life.

Scared of doing something.

But Ross forced his body work. He pushed the door with the tip of the bayonet.

*Squick* Ross slowly pushed the door open to find a operation theater there was a large pile of discarded biological material.

Limes, organs... Ross swallowed the vomit that try'd to force it's way up his throat ...

Fetus's there where fetus's! Cut from there mother's?! "What did they hope to achieve from this genocide?" Ross asked aloud. He closed the door not wanting so see what other atrocity's in the pile.

There was another flight of stair and as Ross descended he noticed his night vision was starting to weaken. The light from the now open door no longer being picked by the devices. Ross ratcheted up and turned on the small infrared torch on the left eye a large cone of infrared lit his way as he walked down the step's.

At the bottom was a room full of what look to be cryo pod's.

Ice was forming on them and even trough his trench coat Ross felt the temperature had fallen considerably. A thick steam started to rise from the bag on his chest as he walked deeper into the pod's.

A few row's in a pod to his left was smashed. One of the pony monstrosity's was half way out. This one had a blade instead of it's left for-leg.

Ross looked down to find the source of the dripping noise. A drop fell from the thing's teeth and hit the floor with slight hiss and a puff of smoke Acid? Ross thought as he prodded it with the bayonet once again receiving the hiss from the bloated body.

"If these are all full and where still alive I'd be dead with in two minutes."

Ross continued to walk on with the crunch of the now frozen sludge under foot.

There was a door at the end of the pod's this one was more of a bulk head with a large wheel in the middle of the door Ross sling the shot gun onto his shoulder and took a firm grip of the wheel. Ross try'd to turn it but only received a slight movement and a squeak of metal on metal. "Come on..." Ross try'd again and there was a slamming noise as the wheel gave in more and Ross received a half turn with more scraping and and squealing. "Come the fuck on!" Ross gave it another tug and it spun lose with a squeal and a cloud of rusty dust.

Ross pulled the shotgun off his shoulder and walked through the door.

*Crunch crunch crunch...screeeep.....crunch crunch crunch....screeeep* Ross spun round shotgun tucked into his shoulder. The was a whine as Ross's night vision goggles strained to penetrate the dark. Nothing.

Ross lowed his shotgun after a few second'. " My mind is playing trick's on me."

Ross turned to the door and entered.

Ross looked round he was surrounded by tower's of what looked like server's and other detritus of research. A large monitor and computer station Ross slowly walked up to it the slit mum of active electrical power had it's way to his ear's " Still powered?"

Ross looked at the key's on the board while they were definitely human but they where of Order style. Slight change where made to them.

Ross pressed what looked like the power button. The monitor burst into life "Intialising Network Connection." Ross smiled into his mask not believing his luck the smile quickly turned into a grimes of horror and Ross was forced to swallow the second load of vomit that tried to maker it's way up his throat.

The silent video showed a pony obviously screaming in agony and Ross could see a surgeon with a blood and gore stained chainsaw rip her gut's out. Ross realized that it was the Pegasus he passed in the first hall.

Ross held what looked like a delete button and the video vanished and what looked like a ongoing text communication.

"Are the 5th, 1st, 166th, 10th, 8th, 203rd, 1,023th ,12th, 77th, 700th, 56th ,13th ,55th, 76th, 98th, 200th cohort's ready?"
.... "Yes Battle Master they are making there way to the rally point near the capital of the witches."

"Good...you have brought honer to the position the Order has given you."

"Than-"

"UNKNOWN USER STATE YOU ID?"

"Aww shit!" Ross said

" "Aww shit!" IS NOT VALID USER NAME ACTIVATING SECURITY"

Ross turned shot gun held level at his wast. The dead eyes where watching him.

The Pony's looked up as echoing bang's and shouting made there way up through the door all leaved there weapon's at the door.

Ross pulled the trigger and the powerfully recoil sent shock waves up his arm's the nearest head exploded and another took it's place. Ross slashed with the bayonet Black and maggot infested organs spilled from it. Ross pulled the trigger and there was no recoiled that time. Ross charged towards the door bayonet practically shining in the dark. Ross berrying the blade in past the muzzle of the gun with a tug'd upward's Ross sent the monstrosity over his head and he ran on. he could felt the weight of body's pressing in on him and he some how knew he could not fight them all he had to get out that instant. Ross ran shouldering and stabbing what he could. They where dragging and striking him, his coat and webbing taking every thing they could but some blow's got through and he could feel them stinging and burning.

On flight of stare's later Ross threw a stick grenade over his shoulder and it exploded with a wet bang he felt goer spray his back as he ran.

He screamed at his leg's to go faster The loud crunch of the frozen slug meat his ear's and a defining banning from the cryo pod's. Ross ran harder the crunch of hundred's of hoof's behind him made his adrenalin kick into over drive and his legs muscles kicked into over drive.

The next flight of stairs fell beneath him and he saw the one the gurney was on it's feet. It was inbetween the door and him. It was walking at him grinning. Ross slid on the slime... it spraying up onto him and with a powerful adrenalin fuel'd kick wiped it's leg's out. He felt one jump on him and bit down"Fucking hard!" Ross thought as he belted to the door. "FIRE! He bellowed as he threw himself into the dirt outside the door.

Ross felt the weight on his back lifted to and the very air being ripped apart a few centimeter's above his back. Ross didn't know how long he was laying there but felt more and more gore cover him. Then it stoped. Ross lay face down still. then he was lifted up.

Applejack picked up Ross from the floor. "Ya'll right."

Ross looked down at his stained and gore covered uniform.

Then his attention was court by the bite that had de-shaped and slightly disolved the pauldron. "Y...ye I...Im good." Mac walked up a smile plastered across his face smoke still rising from the cooling mini-gun's. "Ya'll smell like all nation!"

"Yes thank you for that." The three looked down at the one with the mechanical leg's that was apparently on his back "Well th-" It stood with out warning it jaw extended wide ready to bite down on Ross's arm.

A hoof met the side of it's head and it fell. Applejack looked back.

Ross didn't mess about about he picked his saber up and in a one armed over the head swing severed it's neck from it's body "Bucking stay dead." Ross said sliding the saber in to the scabbard.

"Let's...go home." Moonlight said panting her smoking rifle across her back.