Wartime, Pt. 2

*crack*

The first lightning strike has been sounded as Abrams and Warthog found a cave and decided to take shelter.

*crack* *SMASH*

"AHHHHHH!" Abrams yelled, banging his cannon across the stone wall.

"Jezzes Abrams, it's just a fucking storm, have you ever been deployed?" Warthog asked.

"No, I was only on scouting missions for the humans." Abrams held his cannon down in depression.

But immediately shot it up with a quick motion.

"But, I have the best equipment in the entire 23rd batallion!" Abrams said in glee.

"Then why we're you only on scouting missions?" Warthog kept asking.

"...I don't know." Abrams softly said.

"Well anyway, get some rest. Were heading out tomorrow." Warthog turned his lights off.

"Were are we going?" Abrams also turned off his lights.

"I'm going to see an old friend when the storm passes, to see if I can return to civilization without having to cause anymore trouble than I already have." Warthog explained.

"What did you do?"

"I killed the prince of Equestria, apparently death here is not common. These ponies live long lives." Warthog withdrew his cannon.

"Was it Prince Blublood? The asshole you told me about?" Abrams deactivated his thermal.

"Yes, apparently he was corrupted. And that corruption took a physical form. I had no choice." Warthog sad sadly.

Abrams stayed quiet. Wondering how such emotions can become physical.

"We need rest, we may be machines, but in this world. We have emotions and feeling, we are alive here." Warthog soon deactivated his engines, signalling he's resting.

Abrams did the same, turning off his engine. And entering a weird state.

He has never felt rest before, but it felt great. Wishing he could feel it a bit longer before falling asleep.

------morning ------

*boom*

"Morters!"

*bam* *boom*

"Get to the tank!"

*boom* *splat*

"NO!"

*BOOM!*

"Ahhh!"

"What is it Abrams!? Is there a mainticore!?" Warthog was jolted awake by Abrams screaming.

"No, just a dream." Abrams felt like he was just in another battle, watching all of his crew members splater blood all over him.

There was so much...

"Hey snap out of it! We need to move. I have a friend near here who might help us." Warthog started his engines, and began to leave the cave.

Abrams did the same.

"Ill be in the air, so just follow me." Warhog took to the skies.

Abrams quickly followed him.

-------near a certain cottage-----

It didn't take us long to find our destination, Warthog brought us to a cottage on the outskirts of the forest we we're in earlier.

If what Warthog told me, the pony that lives here is named Fluttershy and she cares for any creature as long as they behave.

She is also the element of kindness, the elements are a group of pony's who protect equestria from any threat.

Warthog stopped in front of the cottage, Abrams followed soon after.

Warthog called for Fluttershy.

"Fluttershy! Can you come out! I need help!"

"Who is it?" A muffled voice said behind the door.

The door opened to reveal a yellow pony.

Fluttershy.

"W...Warthog? Is it really you?" Fluttershy looked as if she was about to faint.

"Yes, it's me. And I need your help." Warthog was soon hugged by Fluttershy.

"Everypony thinks your dead! We thought that we lost you five years ago!" Fluttershy was sobbing on Warthog's nose.

"I know, but I want to apologize for what I did. Do you think you could help me?" Warthog spoke softly.

"Of course! I will get my friends and we will bring you back to Ponyville!" Fluttershy was practicly repainting Warthog's nose with her tears.

Abrams stayed quiet.

"I also brought a guest with me, if you would like to meet him." Warthog turned to Abrams.

"Who and what is he?" Fluttershy climbed on Abrams cannon.

"His name is Abrams and he is called a tank." Warthog explained.

Fluttershy literally climbed all over Abrams, like a kid on a playground.

"So Fluttershy, do you think you could help us?" Warthog asked.

"Of course." Fluttershy answerd

The all left to Fluttershy's backyard.

Its going to be very interesting explaining this to Twilight.