Survival of the Fittest

"You sound... Familiar..." I said. "I have heard your voice before, Princess... Wait... Holy shit... You're the one we heard before we came here!"

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"Yes, it was I you heard. You are here, and you are safe. That is all that matters." Celestia began. "You have been brought here for a reason. I will explain later, but for now, you two must rest. Flash Flood will show you to your rooms." She explained, nodding to an earth pony guard.

"Ok, now that everything is all said and done, where do we put our HUMVEE?" Greg asked Shining Armor.

"Follow me."

We drove at a slow pace, and eventually reached a small building, similar to an aircraft hangar. He nodded to the guards, who then slowly pulled open the large rusty iron gates. Shining Armor motioned us to drive inside, and drove to an empty part of the hangar. I pulled myself up from the gunners' hatch, and jumped down to the stone floor. I then stretched, and popped multiple joints, emitting a satisfied moan.

"Before we go," I said. "Can we have a cart for our stuff? We should probably take it, just in case something happens." Greg nodded in agreement.

"Fine," Shining groaned. "You! Get these guys a laundry cart! Move it, soldier!" The guard he shouted at snapped a salute, and dashed off to fulfill our request.

"And one more thing," Said Greg. "Is our car gonna be kept under close watch? Anyone could just steal it. How, I do not know, but it is still possible. Also, I don't want it to be tampered with." Shining reassured us, saying it will have both Solar and Lunar guards posted by it, whatever the fuck that means.

"Flash Flood will be waiting at the castle entrance, just up this path. Keep to it, and you'll reach him."

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We eventually found the castle gates, with a brown furred, black maned and gold-clad earth pony tapping his hoof against the cobblestone. He was looking all around, probably searching for any sign of us. I slipped on my gas mask, and told Greg to the same, in an effort to look as intimidating as possible. His eyes then met our glass covered ones, and he visibly tensed up.

"H-hello," He stammered. " I-I will be your escort today. If you would follow me, I will lead you to your quarters. They are near Princess Luna's part of the castle, due to them practically being the only open rooms. The others are being used as storage. Mind you, there will be more Lunar Guards posted near you than us Solar guards. I think the Lunar guards are pretty scary, but you'll probably fit in, due to those unnerving masks of yours." He finished his little explanation, and motioned us to follow him.

"Are you done rambling now?" I asked, slightly annoyed.

"Y-yeah... Sorry..." He apologized, smiling sheepishly.

"Lead on." Greg said, his voice muffled by his mask.

"Wait," I interrupted. "What about our stuff? We still need to get it from the car."

Both Flash and Greg facepalmed/facehooved and  we began the trek back to the garage. Upon arrival, we found our HUMVEE, in all its' glory, with a wooden push cart next to it. We started to load our stuff into the cart, but found that some of the stuff wouldn't fit. We carried the rest, and trudged to our rooms, straining from the effort of carrying so many weapons. Not to mention ammo, which was an additional 45 pounds. How we could even lift it all, was a mystery.

"Hey! Flash! Why don't you carry some of this shit?!" I angrily asked.

"I was told to escort you, not be your pack-pony!" He snapped back at us.

"Whatever," Greg said. "Asshole..."

We reached our rooms, but nearly passed out from exhaustion. We laid there, panting like dogs, with multiple weapons strewn about near us. I took off my gasmask, which was now slick with sweat. I took a long drink from my canteen, spilling a lot of its' contents in the process. Greg followed suit, stuffing his mask away in its' bag, and resting against the wall. Flash seemed rather amused by this, earning a glare from me that could cause a Navy SEAL to tremble.

"I see you two are having fun," Flash said. "Dinner's in about an hour and a half. The princesses want you to attend. You've been invited to their private dining room, along with the captain and the Element bearers. You two are pretty lucky!" With that, he trotted back to his post, leaving us there to recover from the long jog. Walking with multiple weapons on your back plus ammo boxes is very tiring, mind you.

"Ok," I said, now having enough strength to stand. "Now, we decide who gets what out of our arsenal. I call the fifty cal!" I said, pointing to a large sniper rifle. We sorted out the guns, Greg mostly claiming assault rifles and shotguns. I mostly took battle rifles and submachine guns. Greg claimed an M-4A1, 870MCS shotgun, MP7, M9, G17C and a knife. On the other hand, I took a Barrett M95 .50, M14, G3A3, PP-2000, G18, AKS-74u, and a few smoke grenades. We also found some Kevlar armor pieces, which we strapped over our clothing, in addition to a helmet for each of us. There were also some miscellaneous items such as a sharpie marker, masking tape, medical supplies, MRE's, and a pack of cigarettes. Using the sharpie and tape, we made labels to put on the back of our helmets. The 'labels' were just pieces of tape that had our names written on them.

"We really hit the jackpot with that car didn't we?"

"Yep. I'm glad we did. But, if that was a US army vehicle, then why are there guns that aren't standard US issue? And why were there so many? Surely it should have been raided by the time we got there."

"I have no clue."

We lugged our equipment into our rooms, placed it into the closet, and began to strip off our armor. I explored my new room, and found it to have the basic necessities. It included a closet, bathroom, a bed, a table, a nightstand, and a small book on top of the nightstand. I picked up the book, and was hesitant to open it.

"Oh god," I said, to no-one in particular. "That isn't the ponies' version of a bible, is it? Like the ones the had in hotels?" I was relieved to see it contained blank pages; it was a journal. I also found a quill and inkpot near it.

I guess I can write a short entry for today... After all, I do have some time to kill.