Celestia and Luna turned their head toward their nation from the balcony. Celestia's majestic sun shined upon the peaceful town of Ponyville, to the reflective glass on skyscrapers in Manehattan. To the low valleys of the mighty Ghastley Gorge. All seemed perfect, until that fateful afternoon. The gates of Canterlaut were breached. The two 5-ton wooden doors blew open with bone shattering power, as civilians galloped and screamed with fear, the royal guards responded. According to written procedure, all guards were to contain the threat using minimal force. However, due to the deployment of hostile smoke grenades, visibility was poor. As Shining Armor watched from one of balconies overseeing the courtyard, his fellow troops being slaughtered left and right by a haze of gunfire. He quickly realized that security of the princesses was his only priority. He rushed to the armory to grab his bullet resistant vest and levitated an assault rifle. The captain, trying to remain calm, galloped to the bedrooms of the princesses to have them immediately sent to the safe room. As he ordered his men to armor up, the three extremist stallions entered the main hall looking for more survivors. The security team from sector six, armed with snipers engaged the three suspects, as Shining Armor's team strapped on the last of their gear. He activated a magic beacon for armed backup to arrive. The captain just then received a call on the radio,
"This is Oxide 6-4, we have relocated the princesses to the safe room and locked the last blast door and are waiting for further orders, Over."
Shining Armor relived with a sigh then replied,
"Affirmative, I have just placed a magic beacon for any active Equestrian military unit in the area to respond."
Armor turned his head toward his troops and nodded . The frightened stallions in his unit nodded back with trembling in their legs and hooves. Shining, opened the doors leading outside to the hall. Frighted civilian mares and stallions, rushed into the security room for a safe haven. Shining, looking through his ballistic visor on his helmet, turned his head left, toward the threat. He called to his team, armed with their service revolvers and ballistic shields, they moved in the phalanx position and moved into the courtyard. Shining, calling to any survivors spotted the three terrorist stallions very injured and unable to fight.
"We were shot, by no pony!"
One of the extremist yelled.
"How does nothing kill you?"
The other screamed.
Shining and his troops very confused, looked around the area and garden for the pony that shot the extremists.
"Whatever it was, its gone now."
Shining broke the silence.
"You sure bout that mate?"
A mysterious voice boomed from behind.
Shining turned around, but no pony was there.
"Identify yourself!"
Shining yelled in fear. A green stallion turned off his camo suit to reveal a well equipped soldier.
"Calm your tits, geez"
The green stallion replied.
"ZAP" PMC assault force"
The green stallion confirmed.
"Got your distress signal, one of the mares from command, sensed your magic beacon, bitched to us about how crucial we get to you and more bullshit you don't even want to know."
The mysterious stallion blabbered
"So, you are basically a mercenary?"
Shining questioned
"I'm part of a private military, not here for politics, just profits."
The mercenary replied and removes a small flask full of whiskey and takes a sip and asks,
"Want any?"
Shining declines the offer and gives the flask back.
"Are there more of your buddies here?"
Shining curiously inquires.
"My buds are still in camo, but are treating casualties as we speak."
The mercenary replied while pulling out a Sweet Apple Acres cigar, lights it and takes a couple puffs. He gets up and says,
"Well, I gotta go check on my buddies, but here is my company's business card."
The two stallions exchange hoof shakes and a calling card.
"Wait!, before you go, I didn't get your name."
Shining inquired.
"The name of your new friend is God"
The mercenary winks at Shining and turns invisible once again.
"His name is God? Who the hell does this pony think he is?"
Shining Armor looks in confusion as his troops start treating casualties.
Shining Armor ignores the name of the soldier as he makes his way to the safe room to inform the princesses about the situation. He walks through three security checks by armed mare and stallion MPs (Military Police). He hears the same voice of the most outrageous and confusing pony he had encountered 10 minutes ago. That familiar voice is speaking to Princess Celestia and Luna.
"Your Highness, we at ZAP corporations would happily agree to do provide security services as auxiliary forces under seven month contracts.
God spoke with care.
"The hell are you doing here?"
Shining barked.
"Hello friend, I'm just assuring the princesses that we would be happy to offer our services to guard this palace. After all, we have 120 deployments all over the continent."
God remarked.
"My CEO is on the way, and he is faithful that "ZAP corporations is battle ready", and will assist any of the royal guard should backup be needed."
God continued.
"Can I give you a nick name?"
Shining Armor requested.
"Sure"
The mercenary replied.
"How about Mighty?"
Shining suggested.
"Whatever you want."
The Merc accepted very calmly.
"Alright Mighty, if you want us to consider your recommendations, can you show us what you can do for VIPs?"
Shining challenged.
"Sure!"
The merc replied and smiled.
Mighty pulled out his combat knife with his muzzle and slit 2 holes in his uniform to reveal his wings. He took off and hovered over a civilian mare to pretend as if they were a VIP. He covered her head as his team shot plastic rounds at him to simulate gunfire. Mighty took out a deployable shield generator and tossed it on the ground as the shield deployed. Next, he reached for 2 flash bangs and slipped out the pins and used his two hind legs to Buck kick them outside the shield to blind the enemies.
(Large explosive "Bang!" goes off 18 times.)
He pulls out his pistol to shoot his team mates with red paint rounds hitting all the targets with dead accuracy.
