Ponies of War

They awoke in bright, empty room with only a table, and a whole bunch of security ponies. Whoever was sitting across from them on a comfy-looking rolling chair seemed to be your average cartoonish general; a big pony with a little white beard, short grey hair, a stern expression, and a general's military outfit. They were strapped tightly to iron chairs, Please don't be electric chairs Balam pleaded in his mind.

No more than half a second later, the were assaulted with a man's voice.

"Who in this Equestria are you?" Asked who seemed to be the Commander.. After a few seconds of silence, the man at the other side of the wooden table spoke up. "I said," He said calmly, "WHO IN THIS FUCKING PLACE WE CALL EQUESTRIA ARE YOU?!? ARE YOU ONE IF THOSE- THOSE SPIES?!? BECAUSE OTHERWISE THE LAST WORDS YOU SPOKE WILL BE THE LAST WORDS YOU EVER SPEA-"

"Ok, OK!! We'll talk!!" Yelled a desperate Balam.

"Dude, whadda fuacka are ya doin?" Whispered Jonah to his friend.

"I have no idea?" He whispered back.

"Who are you? Where are you from?" Stated the Commander.

"I'm not sure who I am, but I know that I'm not from here." Half-lied Balam.

"He's not kidding. Although I do remember my name, though, it's Blastshot. Where we come from is... Complicated..."

"Hmm, interesting, why I might have zem 'ere, agreed, Commander? You know, for, ahem, scientific purposes?" Proposed a male unicorn with a German accent who had just arrived.

"No, Sir, we are not certain that these are changing spies." Replied the Commander. "So no offensive procedures will be taken. Now, I've noticed your cutie marks. They seem to be, let's see, an M1903 Springfield Sniper Rifle, and for your buddy, Blastshot, he has an M1A1 Thompson." He commented. "Guards, take these boys out to the firing range. Let's see what they've got."

They unlocked the chains and grabbed them out of the room. No more than a few minutes later, they were in a big, open field with targets set up all over the place. On a wooden table in front of them, one of the guards put down a heavenly, fully functional bolt-action M1903 Springfield sniper. Then they also put down a beautiful M1A1 Thompson onto the table.

"Now, we are going to find out how good with guns you actually are. Hey, you, Mr. I-Forgot-My-Name" He pointed at Balam. "Pick it up, then I want you to shoot that target over there." He pointed at the Springfield and then at the farthest target from their position. He grabbed the gun and quickscoped the furthest target. Blastshot had his mouth hanging open in awe, and so did the Commander.

"Okay, Blastshot! See if you can get through that obstacle course in under a minute, and shoot all of the targets at the same time." Blastshot picked up the M1A1 and ran to what he assumed to be the obstacle course.

"This one, sir?" Blastshot asked the Commander. He nodded for him to proceed. A little nervous, he ran into it, shooting all the targets while avoiding the darts representing bullets. He got through it in a little over 50 seconds with all targets shot up to bits. The Commander seemed to be impressed.

"Where are you from?" Asked the Commander.

"We told you, we just woke up in the Everfree Forest! We have no idea how we go here to begin with!" Begged Blastshot.

"Hang on, what year is it right now?" Asked Balam.

"It's 1943." Retorted the Commander.

"Where are we?" Asked Blastshot.

"That don't matter. What matters is that we need two more recruits, and you two seemed to fit the bill."

Gulp. Thought Balam.

"You'll be transported to headquarters in Ponyville. There you'll meet Rainbow Dash; she's the Pegasus who found you in the most unknown regions of the Everfree Forest. You guys can fly, right?" Assumed the Commander. They shook their heads to say "no".

"Then we'll put you in flight school. You'll learn stealth tactics while flying, then you'll get suited up for battle."