Chapter 1 : The Day We Failed
Everyone was miserable.
We were in an stolen Enclave raptor, flying to a raider base, when one of the engines broke down for seemingly no reason. We landed, and got ambushed.
Of course our supplies were plentiful in weaponry, so we fought back and won, but not without loss.
There used to be two dozen of us and a perfectly functional raptor, but now, there were six with a flying piece of shit.
Ah, but my manners. I am Beam Splitter, a dark yellow unicorn who specialises in weaponry, especially the energy variety. We are currently in what is known as the 'Steampunk' era.
'Fuck'
'What?' I asked to the Ex-Enclave mare who spoke. 'I'm listening to the radio with an earbud, things aren't looking good. The Lightbringer is fighting too, we don't have much of a chance though.'
'Why is that?'
She snorted 'just turn your radio on through your armor will you?'
Oh yeah, that. Our armor was fitted with lots of things, including a radio. Instead of pulling out an earbud, I just turned it on for everyone to hear.
Instantly, the only sounds I could hear were gunshots and yelling. There were only a few words I could make out. 'Medic!... Grenade!.... Duck now!'
I wished I turned it off right then and there because the next words chilled me to the bone.
'The Lightbringer is down! I repeat! The Lightbringer is down!'
Chapter 2 : Is That Shit On The Fan?
'This is a fucking joke right?' I yelled into the mic.
'I wish KZZdy, listen, the KZZZZ are fucking shit up KZZZt now and we need KZZistance.'
'I understand, we'll get there as fast as possible.' I made my way to the captains seat and told the captain, 'change o plans buddy, time to get to the front lines. The lightbringers down and supposedly dead.'
He seemed hesitant at first but quickly turned at the last part. I looked through the dirt and blood stained window and saw the flashes of gun muzzles and grenades ahead.
Soon enough, we land-crashed into the wet soil. Did I mention it was raining? Everyone quickly picked up their weapons and rushed ahead to the barricade.
But what really caught my eye was the body of a grey and brown mare lying on the ground with a hole in her face.
'Oh shit!' I yelled as a bullet whizzed past my ear, almost dooming me to the same fate.
Deciding against running, I got closer to the body of the Lightbringer to check her status.
'No pulse...' I muttered silently.
'C'mon, heads up!' A nearby soldier yelled as a moment later he fell to the ground with a hole in his chest.
Great, just what I wanted, a fucking war for me to fight in. I quickly looked over the sand bags I was hiding behind and pulled out my beam splatter.
The Beam Splatter is what you would call my pride and joy, it has the grip of a laser rifle, a random crank on the boxy side and a bulbous tank of pure hatred energy.
I don't actually know what it fires...
I made this when I had decided to try and build weapons from scratch, but it didn't work out too well in the testing field.
Mk 1 straight up exploded in the testers face, which stopped existing moments later.
Mk 2 just fired orbs that instantly fell in the ground and bore into it.
And about twenty tries later (1 year to my calculations) I made the Beam Splatter.
I had run out of subjects to test it and so I had to try myself, I had wound it up (yes it is basically a giant wind up toy that kills ponies) and cringed as I pulled the trigger with my magic.
And seconds later, I wasn't dead! Also the target had completely vanished from sight as a trench sizzled in its place.
And it still had the same unbelievable power today, as I let 'er loose and destroyed an enemy's ramshackle sniper tower and killed all inside it.
Most enemy troops just stared at where it used to be, giving us a chance to retaliate the bombing they performed on us.
They fought hard, but they couldn't fight the greatest beasts of them all. Anger, Fear and Sorrow had stepped on the battlefield and gave us strength.
In the end all the enemy had surrendered or perished to our guns and various melee weaponry. We all filed back into our various transportation if we had any after the celebration and toast to the fallen.
I shuffled slowly into the raptor, along with the few original ponies who started on it and some prisoners. And then the head of my squadron in the HHD walked up to me and gave me the news that I got a promotion.
I was already tired, and this put a huge weight on my shoulders. This meant that I had to run my own squadron due to the size of the promotion.
We took off and landed hours later in the HHD base hidden in an abandoned vault. Raiders had somehow managed to steal the door so we had to put extra guards on duty.
I went to my bunker in the soldier barracks and flopped down, tired. Then a hoof poked me and a voice said, 'You're supposed to be in the higher up barracks, what are you doing here?'
Oh crud.
This was gonna take a while to settle in to.
