in the air, on the sea, on the battlefield 3.

As the 12 friends set out towards the checkpoint flag, they all of a sudden heard a loud buzzing above their heads. the medic was relieved at the sight of this giant silver machine. "oh, thank god! transport choppers!"  Rainbow dash was quite curious. "i saw one of those by that big tower further away when we first arrived here! what are they for exactly?" the sniper decided to be the teacher for now, to let the medic relax his vocal chords a little. "oh, they're used for transporting soldiers above the battlefield. but it can be used as an offensive weapon if you have two guys occupying the gunner seats with two more engineers repairing it. but, unfortunately, most of the time, we have idiots flying those things."  as they all set about boarding the chopper, the pilot gave a suspicious look. "they are not glitches. they are with us." the sniper said. the pilot then pulled back on the control yokes and the helicopter lifted off into the sky. as they were heading towards the gas station under Russian control, they started hearing multiple beeps and alarms. "damn it! we are being locked on!"  "by what?" the sniper asked. "by who?" the engineer blurted. all of a sudden, a loud whoosh was heard as a flying triangle dove under the chopper, just missing it by an inch. "fucking jets!!!" the pilot screamed.  the pilot hit the flares, but the 2nd missile clipped the tail. as the chopper descended a little to the ground, they could see a dozen enemies on the ground. "LIGHT EM UP!!!!" the medic screamed. 2,000 rounds of lead immediately shot out at the enemies running about,  picking them off like flies. the pilot was able to get back in the air after 5 seconds, but was forced to bank the chopper to the hard right to narrowly avoid one of the two jets. unfortunately, pinkie was thrown clear out o the chopper. but, luckily, she landed right on the canopy of the other jet. the pilot inside yelped at seeing a  pink pony on top of his jet. "hi!" she said before giggling.  the pilot immediately barrel-rolled to shake her off, and when he thought she was gone, she appeared out of nowhere in the cockpit with him. "ooo! what do all these buttons do?" she started fiddling round with the guns, the missiles, the rocket pods, and flares, and finally, at the one button that made the pilot freeze up. "oh no!" he squeaked just before pinkie hit the eject button. the pilot was thrown clear out, but pinkie was still able to remain inside, and was more than happy to keep her new toy.  the other jet was still harassing the chopper, and eventually, the duel had taken them all the way to the USMC base. the choppers health was at 10 percent, and with no other options left, the medic told everyone to bail out. as the marines parachuted to the ground, applejack and rarity were helped down by twilight and rainbow dash. the jet could not maneuver quickly enough to avoid the empty falling chopper, and collided with it in an epic mid-air explosion. "YEEAAHHHH!!!! TAKE THAT JET!" the noob screamed. "alright, how many tickets do both teams have left?" engineer asked. "uh, we have approximately 231 tickets left. the enemy has about 199-no. 198 tickets left. we have most of the flags, so they are draining fast. one last attack ought ah  do it." "we can finally go home!" twilight beamed.