-The Boys Are Back in Town-

Siegefire couldn't believe it. Everything he thought he knew was a lie. As he awakened from the multiple layers of dreams he'd been having he remembered that he wasn't a real pony and that he wasn't in the military (at least not the human military) but not... it was far... far... far.......... worse.

He was in the marines! The 97th pony marine regimental combat team fighting unit platoon. Dispatched to Yakyakistan with the intention of bringing freedom and love to these boorish and rather smelly and shaggy cows. Shaking his head he couldn't believe he'd had such a fever dream. Skin bags that worshiped ponies and had their own military? Worse, he was in the army in that dream! Then all the crazies shifts, the different parts where he was a girl, or a cereal killer.

Being a diplomatic ambassador for Yakyakistan wasn't easy. He thought he'd make friends with some of the locals, but after they'd cleared the LZ with their M60s and Hellfire rockets, the locals still hadn't come out of their huts to negotiate. They were very rude and Siegefire didn't like that one bit. Still he had a job to do. As an elite spartan marine of the 96th fighting core unit of the Canterlot Burgundian Brigade.

"Sergeant Siegefire!" said the rainbow mare known only as the illustrious Corporal The Rainbow Dash. Each color of her mane represented the number of countries she'd invaded, it was as if by magic, she gained one when sufficient freedom had been brought to the natives that just didn't understand what was good for them, but luckily had some caring friends in neighboring states.

Turning around I sighed and groaned and murmured "Rainbow-san what is it? Can't you see, I am waiting for. The negotiations. To start." I pointed to the hut in front of me, where the Chieftain or his descendant probably was cowering. We'd already said in the mega-pone that we would spare the children if he came out. Obviously this was a lie, but we were willing to leave a few for target practice if we had the time.

You see adults don't make good targets. The yaks are bulky and smell weird, very easy to aquire as targets. But smaller, more nimble calves. That's where the real skill is at. My aim was the thing of legand of course. One time I shot a can on the other side of Equestria with M-95 Sniper rifle with 16x modded scope. The camoflange was that of desert storm with a hint of mulberry. It carried a .50 caliber bullet with a hollow-point tip. Making sure whatever it hit, made it turn into a pink mist.

I gave them another 5 minutes,23 seconds and 6.7 miliseconds to leave the brown hut and explain why they hadn't surrendered yet when Private AJ trotted up towards (because she was a pony).

She gave a firm salute and in an Alabaminian voice she said "Hay dere' Major shir. I thunk that them yaks gown done escayped frew one of dem tunels like."

I inhaled sharply.

Turning around and facing the private I asked "Do you want to see me angry? You dumb, yokel, borne of incestuous lust hick?" She looked at me, one eye lazier the other, tongue lightly poking between those buck teeth. "I'd think you'd know better private. Unfortunately you have failed me for the last time."

Using my Unicorn horn I activated my magical potential and grabbed her by the throat, starting to choke her. That was when I had a flashback to my dream where I was one of those skin-bags. How I'd been hung just because I loved ponies of the multi-colored variety. Now I was hung but in a different way.

With a sharp *Crack* she was down and out. For good. Dead. To the world. It was okay though as I had another 4 under my command (Rarity didn't count because she been killed offscreen in a tragic taco accident). We would hunt these cowardly cows down.

"Corporal Fluttershy came up, hooves dripping in blood and face twisted like a twister ice lolly. "Corporal have you been torturing the prisoners again?" I demanded in a demanding tone. She pulled the still beating heart of a female yak from her satchel and bit into it, chomping loudly on the muscular flesh before swallowing it, gaining its power. "You know me Sergeant, I just love killing enemies of the state. Maybe someday I will gain a heart of my own. And then I can finally face my family again in the afterlife.

I shook my head. Silly pegasus. What a derp lol. The nerd patrol came forward. Engineer 1st Class Twilight Sporkle, pushing her thick, juicy, meaty glasses up the bridge of her nose as she waltzed over to the music of Dmitri Shostakovich: Jazz Suite, Waltz No. 2. "Sergeant we need to move! By my calcumalations, they will have reached the mountain pass in no less than 8 hours! If we get pickup by heli evac we can make in 5 minutes!"

There was no time to lose. I ordered the last team member, Private Pinkie to upend the Miniturret which is a stationary self-defense mechanism which automatically fires at any enemies entering its range of 24.9 tiles. "Pinkie Poi, there's no gash darned time for chatter now. When we hit the ground... there'll be no time. You'll have to deploy that gat within seconds, just in case they make the 8 hour trip in less time. The timing will be absolubtebly imperative. Is that clear private?"

"Okie dokie loki," she sqweed loudly, rippiong the 800 pound turret out of the ground, ruminating on it's weight and imagining how such a simple device could bring divine judgement to millions. Or at least, millions when she was done with them.

The chopper flew very fast. When it reached the highest mountain in the world Mount Everclear, the yaks became visible, desperate to escape they were making the harsh trek up the mountainside. "LIGHT THOSE MOFOS UP!" Dash yelled, Pinkie locking the gat to the chopper and entering a turret section... of the battlefield.

She began mowing down those at the back, before moving to the front. I liked to pretend they were Harry from my days as a military brony, but not in Equestria, back when I served planetside. The rounds clinked and clanked against the metal but I was so excited I didn't realise we were so close to the mountain... until it was too late...

The tail section struck the peak of the mountainside, the primary blade moaning in agony as the chopper became uncontrollable. It tilted forwards, AJ falling out the window and not opening her parachute which she didn't have. Dash faceplanted the metal in fron of her, Pinkie's turret swining round and shredding Rarity, her torso flung out the window like a half eaten burrito on a Saturday at the Linkin park.

I noticed the fuel line was on fire, and realised the chopper was about to explode. I grabbed the Rainbow Dash and rolled out the window, the helicopter exploding in a fiery ball of anguish behind us as a nick shrapnel flew past my cheek, cutting me very lightly as a smidgen of blood froze instantly on my face.

The rocky ground broke 0ur fall as we landed epiclly, making a cone of snow around us as the chopper smashed into the mountainside and exploded around us coolly. The only thing I could think about was how cool Linkin Park's Numb would have been playing in the background, it was playing in my head. I wondered if I had dreamed the band when I was unconcious before and a loser human, or if they were an actual band I'd picked up subconeciously.

I didn't have long to think though as the chopper debris was tumbling down the mountain. I entered a slide section, grabbing the Rainbow Dash and missing rocks and dead Yaks alike as I skillfully dodged them all with Rainbow Dash.

Making it to the bottom I looked at the carnage behind me. Half my unit were dead. The others MIA. We had over 9000 confirmed kills today. I was very proud of them. When they told me that this would be a crime and that there were only non-combatants in the vicinity. I had known better though. I was so proud of the United Equestrian Military. You don't need to win hearts and minds, because the victory was inside of you all along.

I shuddered, feeling cold and realised we would be dead in mere minutes if I didn't find shelter. Hauling the Dash over to the burning chopper, the ignited fuel would keep us going for a few more minutes before it too died. I spent the next several hours collecting wood and setting up a shelter. I used the Yak's fur to make a bedding and lay Dash down in it. She was very cute, her button nose twitching in the freezing air. I hadn't confessed to her yet as it seemed so unprofessional... but there were no witnesses now.

"I love you Rainbow Dash," I cooed.

She said nothing, being unconcious and possibly braindead, depending on how she might have hit her head. The thought of my little dashie washie having irreperable brain damage made me sad.

I was so angry suddenly. HOW COULD THE YAK'S HAVE DONE THIS!? TO THE RAINBOW DASH!?!??!?! THIS WAS NOT FLIPPING FAIR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!??????????????????????????

I breathed heavily, taking an intense breath. I felt a new power well up inside me until it felt like I was going to explode. I think I'd always had it inside of me, but now I knew what I must do. There was a brilliant flash of light as I clicked my wristband, activing the MK.IV power nano-suit I had been given to test by the boys in the lab.

Micro-nano machines began crawling across my body, forming a tight alloy like armour that meshed together, powered by my love for Rainbow Dash and my duty to peace and harmony. The helmet clicked down and a glowing red light shone out from the visor. The targeting computer and jet hooves booted up and an AI's voice said "Welcome Sir, would your free trial of DIGI-TECH Electro-Static Neutron Pulsar Armour has expired. Would you liked to p-"

"DELETE," I said cooly, the suit amplifying my voice so it would reach the heavens and hopefully the software developer.

Rainbow Dash needed help, and so I embarked on my new mission. I activated my jets and shot up into the stratosphere, high above the world. Everyone looked like an ant from up here and I marvelledTM at the blue marble. I could crush them under hoof with a clop of my hooves. Right now though, a mission. I needed to save the Rainbow Dash.

I knew from overseeing R&D that a top secret weapon was in construction on the moon. I flew there in -0.1 seconds, holding my breath as the suit had no respirator. It wasn't hard to the hack into the satellite network that controlled another satellite network that was able to rotate the planet and thus stop serious weather catastrophes. I rotated it so that the mountains of yakyakistan would become a barren desert instead of a barren Tundra.

I succeeded. But at what cost? Million died. Entire cities were flooded by tidal waves. Whole countries experience earthquakes and storms the likes that they had never before seen until I had just done it.

I could not worry though.

Rainbow... would be saved.

I flew back down to Rainbow, landing on AJ's head who now that there was no snow, had revealed herself. She was probably dead already, but better to be sure. I trotted on over to Rainbow, uncovering my super suit mask and looking into those magenta eyes as she slowly opened them, lidded.

"Sarge... she whispered. I'm sorry....... I lo-" she cut herself off, swallowing as her head sank back, my hoof going to support it as I lay her down softly, tears in my eyes as I blinked them away. "Dash... please..." I whimpered, realising that maybe I shouldn't have left her on the mountainside and just flown her away to a hospital. "Forgive me Dash," I sniffled, starting to cry like a baby.

"Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaa," I wailed.

"Hey, Sarge I thought you were a military pony, not a military phony." Dash grinned, chortling "Gotcha," weakly though as she was very tired from all the stuff.

My eyes lit up in delight. I couldn't believe it. The Rainbow Dash was alive... My rainbow dash was alive. She leaned forwards and kissed me on the snoot.

I blushed.

"Dash I lo," she put a hoof to my lips. "Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, I know. I do to-"

Suddenly an almighty *BANG* erupted, echoing around the hot mountain as Dash hung limp, a single bullet hole in her skull, blood covering my face as my pupils shrunk to pinpricks.

"What? NOOOOOOOOOOO!" I cried, Rainbow's body falling over as I bared my teeth, tears flowing down my face. "Tell me it's a prank Dash! Tell me you're not dead. WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!" I screamed, wiping tears to look behind her and see her killer. Her murdererer.

"Hey Fag, miss me?" a sneering voice called out.

I lowered my face, baring my teeth and snarling like a rabid canine.

"Harry."

Author's Note

Hey Guys, sorry for no updates as I was a little down.

My Dad got a new job in politics and it was a big shift and we had to move house. Even now he's like pretty big in the zone with those things, that's why we need to not say much, but they don't know I have this account so secret service aint got nothing on me!

Love you guys, seriously, all these years, i've been away, i've been thing, of nothing but getting back to writing. I consider this to be my greatest accomplishment.

My magnum opis, this is my percy jackson series or alex rider. I know it's silly, but i love you guys :)

Once again, Haters be gone. This is my STORY and I have been writing it for years now. I am experienced and I realise now what I didn't then. That trolls have no life and if you hate on something, it's just because you're a nasty human bean.

People like Chris-Chan, Norman Boutin are what I am. Misunderstood because they choose to write and create art that people don't get. They challenge and be different, they don't put their art in a way 'sheep' would understand. They spread what they think about onto the page and don't think after that. That's pure. That's art. They bleed their soul into the ink of their pictures and the words on their print.

And what did the world do? Troll them. Shun them. You can troll me, but I controll my destiny. I will always have the last laugh. Much like Siegefire, I evolve. My skin is covered in nano machines, you cannot penetrate me with your harsh words and foul mouths. SO downvote me. I will only come back stronger!

Please like if you like and if you downvote, you're a bad person :)

Updates coming next week!

Bye :(