Tales by Balefirelight (a Fallout: Equestria Group Collab)

Objective

by Unspokenpaper

"Objective marker dropped, Hill number 236. Coordinates to follow: Whiskey Foxtrot 19968523. Good copy? Over," crackled the radio. Battalion had changed the objective... Again.

"Roger, good copy Command, grid coordinate Whiskey Foxtrot 19968523, Charliehorse is oscar mike, over," The Captain said into the hoof mic.

"Roger Charliehorse, Command out." The mic went dead.

He sighed, then stood up from the chair in the combat out post (COP) headquarters. The tent was made from thick burlap and decorated with maps and status reports from the four platoons under the Captain's command.

He moved for the flap that led out of the tent. With practiced ease, he pushed it open with his hoof and was instantly greeted by the familiar wave of hot air that was the battle field. Distant cannons thumped with muffled flashes behind the zebra lines some three or four miles away. The shells arched through the grey Hoofington skies, and pounded into the almost barren hills around him. The earth shook with a terrible shudder. In the distance hundreds of Steel Rangers were visible, fighting for every inch of ground in close combat with the Zebra filth.

"GRIFFY!" Shouted the Captain, a weathered pegasus in combat barding looked up. The rank of First Sergeant stenciled onto his helmet, "Three minutes, mobilize the troops," Shouted the Captain.

Two and a half minutes later, the company stood in formation beside the walls of the COP. A hundred and twenty of Charliehorse companies best trained combat killers; all armed to the teeth with everything a pegasus light infantry company needed to crush Zebra's

The Captain stood at the head of the formation, his aggressive demeanor certainly setting everypony on edge, and getting them amped for the battle.

"CHARLIEHORSE!" He shouted.

"AHOOO! AHOOO! AHOOO!" They shouted back in unison.

"We've got a new objective. We are going behind enemy lines!... Means more zebs to kill. You go in there hard and fast! Kill anything with more than one stripe, YOU GET ME CHARLIEHORSE!" The Captain shouted.

"WE GET YOU SIR!"

"On my mark," He said, then turned to his RTO, "Tell command Charliehorse is SP'ing to the objective,"

He nodded and hailed command, relaying the message. Moments after he finished, the earth shuddered once more as artillery batteries began to saturate the air. Massive 155 millimeter shells plummeted onto the zebra lines, suppressing their position. Fire blossomed in massive columns and soaked the objective with a baptism of fire. Now or never, right?

The Captain brandished his saber and pointed towards the objective, "ALLONS-Y!"

The company took to the sky. Battle cries echoed across the land, seeming quell the violence over the rest of the battlefield. A hundred and twenty pegasi took to the sky that moment. And they won back the Objective on that day.