The commons of the large airship, full of Pegasi, Unicorns, Earth Ponies, and Griffins bustled with chatter and creaking machinery. "Have you ever wondered how many ponies got infected in the outbreak, Dribble?" Gilda asked the stallion with a pure sky blue coat, green eyes, and goggles he never seems to wear covering his forehead.
"Would you stop calling me that?" His deep, rough voice always make nails on a chalkboard sound like Beethoven. "It's Driphoof. And no, I don't wonder how many ponies got infected. I just do my goddamn job. Hunt those demonic bastards..."
"You're such a buzzkill..." A third voice interrupted.
"We're not here to have fun, dipshit."
"Hey, I like nicknames as much as you do, Driphoof." She continued. "It's Thisle, Dripshit." She flicked her smooth blonde hair out of her deep brown eyes.
"We never get any action... It's so boring here." Gilda whined. "When are we going to lan..." She was cut off by a sudden crash as everything in the airship shook, mostly her chair which is now on the floor along with her. "Well, I guess we landed... But I highly doubt our group will get ca..." She was cut off a second time by the blaring speakers.
"GROUP 164-B PLEASE REPORT TO THE DEPORTATION BAY TO EXTERMINATE THE FOLLOWING SPECIES..." A different voice finished the statement. "Demons."
The original voice came back. "IN THE FOLLOWING AREA..."
"Ponyvill."
Gilda, Driphoof, and Thisle all stared, eyes wide open and mouths slightly agape. "We're Group 164-B, aren't we...?"
"There's your excitement, Gilda. Thanks for jinxing it." Thisle snarled at her.
"Shut up, dork."
"At least it's Ponyvill. I've been there, full of idiots that I'll enjoy killing."
The group trotted over to the far end of the commons and into the deportation bay for further instructions. The door behind them locked with a 'Click' and the west wall of the square, black, metallic room opened, revealing another wall filled with various weapons and armor. "YOU HAVE 5 MINUTES TO ARRANGE YOUR ARMOR AND WEAPONS. CHOOSE WISELY." A loud voice roared from the intercom. Thisle chose the iron plated armor and a laser rifle, Gilda chose the Chain mail armor and an M16, and they all grabbed radios to communicate.
Driphoof scoffed. "I don't need any armor or any of your shitty peaces of metal you call 'Weapons'. I have my knife."
"You'll regret those words." Gilda smirked at him.
The East wall flung outwards into the baron wastelands, the houses where rotten with degraded, termite filled wood. Some of them didn't even exist or reach a foot off the ground. The small, peaceful town was now turned into a horrible, demon filled hellhole. "I'll get to a house that... Well... Exists to snipe." Thisle informed and trotted off with the rifle on his back.
"I'll Scout. Driphoof. Clear the houses. I know you can, I've seen you in CQC training." Gilda laughed slightly, then walked down the rotten street they landed on. Driphoof waited until she was out of sight, then tuned the radio to another channel.
"Dribble to Bird's Eye. I've landed, and gained their trust..."
The radio turned from static to a deep, mysterious voice. "Good. Bird's Eye out."
"Phht. 'There's you're Excitement!' They said. 'Thanks for jinxing it!' They said..." Gilda scouted through Main Street. "Nothing's even here!" She sat down, leaning on a wall that was barely standing. "It's as boring here as it is in the airship..." A loud roaring sound emitted from the other side of the 4 foot wall as a small, maybe 2 feet with a dog-like posture, black demon with blood-red eyes jumped over the wall, as well as Gilda, landing in front of her, totally clueless of her presence. "Oh look! It's so cute!" It turned to look at her, growled, and lunged at her, claws ready for tearing apart flesh. She quickly rolled to the left, landing in a action-ready position as the demon bash it's head into the cement wall, making it fall over slowly. It quickly got up and lunged at her again as she flew over it, throwing her knife accurately into it's head. "I didn't want to kill something as cute as you, Devil." She then walked up to it, put her left claw on it's head, and her right wiggled her knife out of it's now-agape skull. "Well, that was boring..." Gilda scoffed and continued walking.
The whole time, Thisle was watching through his scope. "That was awesome as hell!" She commented on Gilda's performance. "Maybe I should've shot the demon for her..."
Suddenly, a claw grabbed her mouth, rendering her mute as a Griffin-like shape bashed her head in with a bottle, knocking her out.
"Goddamn useless sniper. What the hell, man? I was like, owning that demon's ass, but that dosn't mean you can't shoot it for me you asshole!" Gilda talked to herself and rolled her eyes. "Where am I? Probably should have grabbed a map... I'm on the corner of Main Street and Barkly." She pulled out her radio. "Thisle, come in Thisle, I need a update on my position."
"Your little friend is with us now." A male-like voice with what seemed to be a voice filter stated, followed by a 'BAM!', then static.
"Great, now I have to go save Thisle's ass..." She grunted. "Where the hell could he have gone...? That dipshit... Guess we're starting with house one." She opened the rotten door, after banging on the wall, it slips off it's hinges and falls onto the floor with a *thud* accompanied by dust flying upwards and into her face. The darkness omitting from the basement consumed most of the room, making the room barely visible. The only visible things where a desk with a broken glass cover, a moldy, unfrosted cake, and a banner reading '60th Anniversary of Sugarcube Corner!'.
This perplexed her, as the Sugarcube Corner she remembers was nothing like this.
