Mass Destruction

by RazzarTG

Rating: mature
Tags: Tragedy, Adventure, Dark, Human, Thriller, Drama
Length: 2605

The nations of Earth are under a state of panic as nuclear warheads are being shot by all surrounding nations.

You are a fighter jet pilot for the American Armed Forces. Confirmed nuclear warheads sent from North Korea to The United States, and Canada. The world knows this will be the end.

What is your final mission

Prevent nuclear annihilation and save us all.

Or at least it was until you thrown away mid flight into a land of cartoon horses. How will said horses react with a unknown sentient being with weapons of mass destruction at the palm of his hands survive?

Published 1970-01-01 00:00:00 UTC
Last updated 2016-01-29 08:53:27 UTC

Jungle Trek

Your vision is blurry. A blinding light is still lingering behind your eyelids, preventing slumber.

You shoot open your eyes to see the wonderful mess that is your life at the moment. You are suspended upside in the ejection seat hanging from the parachute so kindly attached to said seat. You look up to see the parachute is tangled in the darkened and burned branches of the tree that had broken your fall.

You let your head fall back down and resume the upside down view you are oh so delighted about. You know with the whole blood rushing to your head and all.

You look down and see you are around 25 feet away from the ground. A fall from this position would not be ideal.

As you look around to adjust to your new surroundings, one thing strikes you odd in your heavily concussed head. You were never flying above a jungle. Speaking of flying, what happened. The trees in this jungle twist, and turn in unnatural ways. With vines creeping and crawling, almost alive, around the trees.

You have come to the conclusion you no longer enjoy this view and plan to get down. Your pilot suit is torn and battered. Your visor for your helmet is missing. And your headset is nowhere to be seen.

Hanging from your seat is your emergency equipment satchel. Tightly fastened to the arm of the seat. Stretching and reaching you are able to get a a hold of the bag. You tug on it to try to loosen it, but by doing this the satchel then tears a small hole and a whole assortment of medical and survival tools fall out.

"Fuck!" You curse under your breath as you struggle to undo the satchel and get whatever remains inside the bag.

Because of you straining to get a hold of the satchel the parachute above you lurches as a twisted branch falls and cuts your leg as it makes its descent below.

Now frustrated you wiggle the cursed bag more until the clip breaks and you dig inside to see what you are working with.

Inside the satchel is a standard combat knife, a bottle of water, dry food, powdered milk, and a can of what looks like Presidents Choice Beans and Pork Soup.

As you equip the knife and let the satchel fall with the rest of the equipment you decide how you are going to get down.

You start the slow and tiring job of cutting the somewhat thick cords. It takes around 3 minutes to cut through one with nonstop sawing. As you finish with the second on the seat lurches forward, breaking the cord you were almost done cutting suddenly. Due to the momentum you are now swinging back and forth upright.

You begin to unbuckle the massive vest of seat belts on you. Once down, you begin to immediately grab the cord for balance as you stand on the seat.

"Holy shit this is high" You say to yourself.

You ponder a way down and it suddenly dawns to you that you either have to, A) Climb the cord and get to the tree and shimmy your way down. Or B) Make a rope out of the belts and buckles from the seat and see if you can drop from the end of it.

Yeah fuck that. I don't trust my 1 and a half years of boy scouts knot lessons that much.

You begin the slow ascent and descent up the cord and down the tree.

When your feet hit the jungle floor you hear a set of explosions go off east of you.

Gathering the fallen medical supplies and safely store them in the ripped satchel, you begin your run towards the set of explosions. What the fuck have you gotten yourself into.

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You near the near a large cloud of dark smoke in the air. Presuming this is the source of the explosion.

Breaking through the bushes of the jungle, you enter a burned, and destroyed clearing. There resting at the end of a carved path dug into the mushy ground is your jet.

You try to think back to what happened but your mind instantly pushes the thoughts away.

In the distance breaking you from your thoughts you hear the sound of people.

"Fuck they found me" You say to yourself.

You instantly run to the jet in search of your gear. The jest is torn apart, the cockpit is leaning against a bent tree while the rest lays in the dirt.

Climbing into the cockpit you find your pistol with a clip of ammo. You grab a military grade backpack, and a vest.

Now running to the other end of the clearing, just in time as the voices get louder. You hear the screaming of a female soldier, not looking back you spray a round of ammunition in the opposite direction back into the clearing.

Not paying attention your foot is caught on a root and you fall. Conveniently enough the root was just positioned near a hill. All of the stuff you had grabbed from the cockpit, now flying everywhere as you start your messy descent down the hill. You roll, again and again. Never able to stop yourself or see where you are going.

You then get the feeling of weightlessness, and then to have that feeling taken away from you as you make the hardest impact against what feels to be stone.

Luckily you landed on your side, so your spine is hopefully undamaged, But your arm, not so much. A flaring pain is now searing up the side of your body as you lay on your most likely broken arm.

You roll onto your back, breathing heavily. To only now see the extent of your fall. You had fell roughly 22 meters down a steep hill. And located at the bottom of this steep hill is one of the most comforting things ever. A fucking cave.

Getting up and leaning against the wall of the cave, you adjust your eyes to the darkness of the rest of the cave. To only see in the corner of the cave, two bright green eyes staring at you.

Raising your gun with your other hand. You aim.

"W-who-who's there!" You yell shakily.

"I could ask you the same thing" An odd definitely feminine voice responds.

"I will shoot! Who are you!"

Then your gun is covered with a green aurora as it is thrown out of your hand and across the room.

H-h-h-ho-how?

"How dare you threaten your queen!" The voice responds, way more assertive and angry.

The set of eyes staring at you rises and makes its way out of the shadows of the cave. What you saw was what not what you were expecting the slightest.

Stood in front of you was a four legged fucking insect. Well to be more exact was a goddamn thing with insect like wings, a holed body, four legs, and horn, and a fanged mouth.

It looks at you as it makes its way towards you. The distance between you two now is a foot. Her eyes then become her center of attention. You stare at them deeply, admiring the beauty of them. You feel light and warm. At peace.

Yeah, now would be a good time to sleep. Sleep sounds good.

Voice Of Guidance

You awake, standing upright.

Darkness surrounds you. Inside said darkness voices of all age, and sex call out to you. All blurred, but a sense of pleading is made.

At you feet lays the device that brought fear, war, and death. A nuclear warhead.

It lays there, against the tile floor. The voices getting louder, pleading more.

do it

do it now

A more prominent voice is telling you. One that ushers the other blurred ones to silence. One with authority, meaning, and foreboding.

Your right hand now holds a trigger. You presume it is a trigger for the nuke that sits before you.

The power this gives you.

end their miserable lives

You squeeze the trigger, a sense of bliss overtakes you. The world become black, floor gone. Voices dissipated, and the trigger disappeared.

"What are you?"

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"When your Queen demands a answer, you answer miserable foal!" You hear as a forceful painful smack is delivered across your face.

You slowly awake on your side, against the cave wall. The hole in which you made your very graceful entrance in above you. Your arm and side still hurts like hell, but better than before.

Raising your head before "The Queen" you can fully see her body now.

Holes covering not just her "hooves?" but body, "horn!" and neck. You can also see light bruising of purple and blue on her head and neck.

She raises her hoof again getting ready for another hit before you can say anything.

"Can you like fucking not!" You yell.

She flinches?

She then gets up and walks to the other side of the cave and starts repeatedly banging the side of her head against the cave wall, avoiding the dagger-like horn on her forehead.

She then stops, a light trickle of green blood falling down the side of her head.

"WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO ME" She yells with great force, almost pushing you back by her volume.

Her eyes flicker black for a split second.

spread it

Who said that?

The insect now walks back over to you.

"What poison do you bear inside that little mind of yours ape!" She yells again. Man she's good at yelling.

"Poison, what do you mean?"

"You carry a disease, you do not belong here"

"A disease? Listen who ever the hell you are. You are not fucking real"

There is no way any of this is real. You somehow survive a crash. Find a fucking talking horse shaped insect. She does some weird magic and tosses your gun away.

"I do not know where I am or who you are. I crashed here and im just looking for help" You plead.

"Your mind is infected by a pla-" She is cut off as she begins another fit of tracing the room. Anger and discomfort evident in her body movement. Once again her eyes flash black, to only go back.

Seeing you are probably no longer gonna get answers from this crazy insect, you stand up and turn around to start ascending the cave wall.

It's not that hard of a climb, even considering your damaged side.

As you make the final stretch of climb, she speaks to you one more time. Her voice is different.

"go to the town"

With that you are out of the cave and at the bottom of the hill. You look up the hill once more to see how much distance you traveled with your amazing fall.

The jungle behind you starts to thin out into yet another clearing, while the smoke from the jet is starting to disappear above the hill.

As you begin your walk you see the scattered items from your fall. Your vest, water, and ammo. Everything else is not found.

So, it looks like you are not on Earth anymore judging from the the insect creature. Then who the hell was making all that noise by the jet earlier?

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Chrysalis sat in the cave. Voices bombarded her head.

you failed the hive

disgrace

bug

end it all

She sat there for what seemed like hours. Unable to think as the voices became louder and harder to zone out.

What she saw inside that things troubled mind as she attempted to control it was beyond her understanding. She saw death, destruction, and war. But above all else, was a thick darkness. Latched onto his mind, not letting go. Feeding away on him.

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To say Ponyville was distracted by the object crashing into the Everfree was a understatement. They were mental. The old and crazy ponies ran outside waving their signs.

"It's the end days"

"Repent"

"Celestia did the Canterlot Invasion"

Rumors and theories sprang around the town like wildfire.

But as soon as the object had landed, a set of 6 ponies were already making their way towards the disturbance.

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"Are we there yet?" Rainbow Dash complained.

"No" Applejack replied flatly.

"Twilight, why cant I just fly ahead?" Dash continued.

"Do you really wanna face whatever it is without us?" Twilight responded.

"Oh come on Twi, you are talking to the best pony in the whole world! Of course I could take whatever is out there!" She replied taking a stance in front of the group.

"Plus if I go ahead and see danger I can fly back and warn you guys lightning fast"

"d-d-dan-danger?" Fluttershy squeaked.

"I'm kinda allergic to danger. I think we should just head back"

"No Fluttershy, I already sent Celestia a letter explaining the situation. She will not be able to come but Luna is supposed to meet us near Zecora's hut" Twilight says as they near Zecora's place.

"We haven't seen Zecora in like a super duper looper long time Twi!" Pinkie responds completely unaware of the importance of the mission.

"Pinkie, we are not here to see Zecora. Even though I must have a word with her about house design" Rarity replies.

As the hut came into view, so did Luna.

"Greetings Twilight. We waited for you. Are you ready to continue the walk?" Luna says.

"Yes, from my calculations the object must have landed 2 minutes away from here. Where is Zecora?"

'We sent her away after questioning her about the sighting of the crash considering she was so close to it. But she bears no new news from the information we already have" Luna replies.

The group of 7 continue the walk towards the smoke now looming overhead.

"Ooooooo this is so EXCITING!" Rainbow Dash says.

"Shhhhh quiet down, we are approaching the clearing" Twilight says.

"Shall we all take positions in the bushes to see what we are dealing with?" Luna says.

The six ponies nod their heads in agreement as they make their way into the bushes.

They see a distraught hairless looking ape, scavenging through the wreckage of a very big piece of metal. It is unlike anything Twilight has seen.

The being stands on 2 legs with 2 arms. It has 5 weird looking "feelers" on the ends of its arms.

"AHHHHHH" Rarity screams.

All the ponies look at her to see she has walked right into a big spider web.

"GET IT OFF GET IT OFF" She yells.

The being then makes a dash, before lifting his hand with what looks to be a block.

Bang, bang, bang.

A loud noise of shots being fired at the ponies as they stand bewildered at the sight.

Fluttershy then starts to sniffle as she falls and lays on the ground. A pool of blood forming around her belly.

Prologue

The world is under a state of emergency.

North Korea has sent 12 nuclear warheads heading for north and south america.

You are apart of a squadron of trained, and hardened veteran pilots.

The warheads must travel over sea in order to reach us. We were already in the air before the nukes where launched thanks to inside reports of the launching bays being readied earlier. We had 1 shot of avoiding nuclear annihilation. We where tasked to trigger the nukes, mid air, above the sea. Killing the few (us) to save the many.

At the same time U.S and Canadian forces respectively fire back.